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02-20-2015, 11:58 PM
Well, it was just great. While yuppy ranks such as crafters thrived in alliances, his were being cut off. Harks lean back there was only one herd left to pick from and it didn’t have much to offer. What would become of spies, thieves, and sneaks in a world of peace and harmony. Out of a job that’s what. It was a bitter thought the gold must swallow, he’ll work on the project of wrath, war, and ruin later. At least Deimos was more discreet about the she witch Confutatis. Of course the lady was not. Having that dark devil go off and spar the bitch had been a satisfying payback for the Reaper’s recent laughs. But it was still not something he wanted everyone to know. Tasseled tail flicks with aggression as the meeting goes on.
Now the topic shifts to more, unsavory matters. The Moon Goddess. The gold was still unsure of it. His mind wandered to the say at the Rotunda and he is lost in thought for a moment. Though he had allied with her that day, it would not mean he would do so every day. A name broke through the silence. Kahlua, the damsel queen. The golden’s face, trained as it was, did not break but he listens again to the ramblings. Gaucho. The golden was still at a loss of what do with that fire bird. Relations were not so good in that area, but the golden had new tricks of his sleeves. It appeared, the dun did too. He had blown his land bridge. But ah a key! It flashed in his eyes like gold. He wanted that key, no he needed a key. Just as anything, tell him he can’t have it, and he wants it.
Well that was the news. Not much new though. There were a few other small items. A winged hybrid that the golden had seen before steps forth, he is surprised to see her still here….with wings. Was Zikar-Sin hibernating or did he not see the perfect experiment.
There was also Krieger’s son. The golden sneers from afar that he still remains, and has a deer at his side. Haldir of course took great interest in it when his eyes fell on them. But there were far too many distractions today to keep a steady thought.
Sweet thing was here, as always being sweet. He still did not know how to take her kindnesses, nor did he think she trusted him. Still with a fling of a thought the gold wonders if her heart still pours into a copper man’s.
Bitch was here too. Rhiannon. She’s her usual self though. Firey and bold. A long sigh for her is on the golden’s lips. She still aggravates him to no end. He wonders though whatever became of the mare, Fable, they both met at the border.
Sialia was here, and unpregnant. Shocker. The gold never did look into the parent, nor did he search for the child. It had been one of those fun leads that got loose in those busy days.
A mare steps forward through the crowd and takes the gold’s attention. Her glass horn was broken….just like…Father. Bingo. So D’Art found himself and this Aramis (who the gold did not know) gone. Well that was a curious change. Too bad the gold didn’t like the old doctor enough to demand a search party.
A voice breaks through the silence and sure enough old Zinny pops up. The gold smiles, remembering the creature from their murder thing. The unicorn humored him, in a twisted way. His attention to children was also twisted humor. The gold thanked his stars he was not young enough to be the man’s student.
The prince appears and it weighs on the gold’s mind for a moment. He’d yet to engage much with the youth, who was quickly growing up. Still, his ability to be so unlike his father was worthy of investigation. The gold would put him down on the waiting list.
Looking around for any of his spies the gold spots a lovely enemy. Torleik The gold was still bristled around the ‘general’. His trick not so long ago falling on death ears. It was a pity. It would have been a lovely show. Perhaps it did linger in the man’s mind, but his inability to show it was most disappointing, though his sullen silence was cause for a small smile.
Saffron speaks up. The gold liked that cat. Though Haldir noticeable gave a shiver. He should check on the tigress progress with their….little project.
At last his eye lands on one of his spies. The pink one. She stands in an almost regal silence, with a few side glances. Her seeming friendship with the bitch was not surprising, but not welcomed. Still a golden hark listened close to her words. His mind thinking of such a description.
A pale mare speaks up and the gold is surprised to see her. In fact he had never seen her. Her questions are legitimate but not worth answering by him, so he moves on.
Ah there’s another one spy. Panzram. Pity he hadn’t gotten into trouble yet it seemed. The gold was so hoping he would cause a stir. Still, now that the spotted blood blade was under his watch, the gold might just be waiting for a chance to straighten him out himself. That would be fun afternoon.
At last, Roland is spotted. Curious he does not move towards sweet thing. Perhaps he was just busy. The copper man was a curious sort. Not doing business at all like the golden. Still, he had proven himself in the riddles, much to the golden’s amusement, for the copper man never seemed to make it to the true stealths.
Well was that it then? My that wasn’t a lot. Still the gold knew most everyone and that was most soothing to his pride. Shifting his weight the gold thinks of those missing. Arah, Ulrik, Deodat, Aithniel (had she finally taken flight?), and a slued of foals. Perhaps one or two were just late. Tisk. Tisk.
"lieslieslies"
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