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12-25-2014, 09:11 PM
Baby, it's cold outside.
The jingling was what caught his attention, and the shiny nature of the turtle's bells what snatched up Irelyn's scope of focus. So it was that the owl-griffin descended from the sky to see what decorated this strange tree, and the Bloodskald methodically made his way to catch up and discover why these bells were jingling - and perhaps who put them there. The general found a throng of others with what looked like new gifts. Strange, to have a festival halfway through springtime...but then again, what did he know? His celebrations differed from this land's, it seemed. Curious, Torleik threaded his way through the gathering of others, eyes seeking out any he might know but not finding the one he truly sought; she had already come and gone, most likely. If she'd been here at all. Coming out near the tree, a strange, tight gripping sensation caught hold of his chest as glacial eyes alighted on the Earth Turtle. This creature (if it was the selfsame turtle as Torleik felt it was) had gifted him with the greatest blessing: Irelyn. He was immensely grateful, and smiled warmly at the groundwalker. "You have an exceptional and selfless spirit, earthwalker," he rumbled. "To bless others so freely is...well, a gift of itself." Glancing up, the stallion chuckled upon seeing Irelyn had snatched up a bell and was gleefully playing with it now. "I fear my companion finds her greatest pleasure in one of those bells, and I am wont to believe you've likely forever parted with a shiny, jingley toy." The Bloodskald held no real expectation of any other gift; this was a rather pleasant surprise and Irelyn was happy with her discovery. "Talking" Torleik the Bloodskald |
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