L a c e Här kommer kung av sand Silverthorn He came bursting in without warning, a dazzling display of rain-soaked silver and molten gold that parted the frondescent curtains with a flurry of droplets, scattered leaves and ivory silk. The pale tassels looked slightly disheveled and out of place, but then again it wasn't really a weather that accommodated pristine appearances. The knight seemed slightly out of breath as he skidded to a halt, slipping slightly as slick hooves struggled to gain traction on the smooth floor, and his attention was decidedly elsewhere. He certainly appeared startled enough to find himself with company; freezing for a second he made a quick dip of the head in rushed greeting, then spun around to peer out into the rain with a frown creasing the eyes. "Sorry, I didn't know someone was here" he whiffed after a moment of complete tension, after which he seemed to calm down slightly. "I managed to agitate a wolverine over its meal, it's been chasing after me for a good while... Seems it finally gave up though." Sighing in honest relief he turned to the other, grave expression softening into a kind smile as he discovered that he had rushed in on a young mare, of all things. It was a rather pleasant surprise indeed; she was a lovely sight to behold, light and dainty with youth written all over the finely chiseled features. "Pardon my sudden appearance, miss" he initiated politely, barely sparing his dragon a sideways glance when she slipped in through the curtains in his wake; there was a gleam to her cold eyes and a slight billow of smoke rising from the nostrils that suggested she had 'dealt' with the persistent beast for him. "I hope I didn't startle you too much... My name is Lace, Silverthorn some call me, and this is Fajira, my soul-bound and companion." Här kommer kungen av ingenting alls |
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