A small fawn dashed onto the scene first. His youthful legs springing like a butterfly about the rocks, and his cloven hooves holding him steady like a mountain goat. Oh how happy that little black spotted fawn was! The warm air was FINALLY reaching up here, and even though ice and snow still littered the ground the babe could not be happier to have spent a time down in the valleys. Now though of course they were returning to the snowcapped mountains, but even that couldn’t damper his happiness. It was a plural. Here coming after him was the golden. His body full at ease in this place. No one would dare mess with him here. The golden had literally climaxed in this place. He was the king, whether official or not. And if anyone did dare challenge him on that, the circlet about his head would see him through. All in all, he had every reason to be smug.

Though that thing which danced in front of him sure didn’t make it easy. Having come over from the beaches the gold did near growl at remembering his encounter with the dark devil. His humor had not been enjoyable, but it was worth the effort. Now it was time for home, before he set off for the Veins. After so much travel lately the gold felt the need to return to this fortress.

Haldir spotted her first. His small body slamming to a halt, with eyes wide and ears forward. The golden noting the change stopped as well and followed the babe’s gaze. There under two trees was the pink spy. Or at least that’s what everyone seemed to call her. With a grin growing on his face the golden moved towards her. “Hotaru.” Seeing the golden relax and walk on the fawn danced across the snow. His eyes wide to see this new creature, and such an unusual color too! She looked just like the flowers down in the lowland. Trotting up the rocks the fawn makes it there first. He wags his little tail behind him as he looks her over. She was ever so pretty!

The golden was not so inclined to think of her that way. She was pretty of course, but he was not always so thrilled to see her. The recent circumstances though made it much more bearable. It was just the other day when he blocked her from being stolen away from them. It nearly brought a chuckle to his lips to think of it. So it was in the nicest way possible the golden stops just under the two trees and spoke, “What an absolute surprise….What’s new?” He was in a bit of a good mood if you hadn’t noticed. Though the beach had been a terrible headache, seeing her reminded him of how many wonderful things were going on. How he saved her ass, how he told her off that time at the murder scene (that was his favorite), how he followed her to the Throat. Good times, good times.



OOC:: Sorry for the wait lovely. =]
@[Hotaru]
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