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04-06-2015, 05:42 PM
She was right, of course, but that didn’t mean the golden was just going to hand her the trophy. Under that golden robe the gold shifted with a long and weary exhale. It was just what he needed. Some new up start trying to play the deck. Even if she was good at it, the gold was always one to remind the rest of the world to mind its place. She especially seemed to have forgotten it he mused. Still, he wasn’t ready to argue with fools, not in this mood. So he says nothing, only gives her the same glazed look she had received before. He though, more interested in her than before. True he didn’t know if she had just gotten lucky on a lie of appearance (or god forbid he had read her wrong), or if she really was as talented as he guessed. Those weren’t the point. Point was, typically, those with some sass, and don’t mind a little gloom and doom will feel quite at home up north. So he shifts and takes her in, not letting the other winged mare cut in now that the conversation had turned more to his favor. Though with his usual flavor of twisted humor he gives a low haunting laugh. It was a tricky business though. The golden was not exactly sure what she wanted now, and he didn’t want to venture out on the wrong limb again. In such times, vagueness was always his friend. Horses seemed to have such knacks for filling in the blanks themselves. “Yah you’d fit right in.” Haldir, frustrated at waiting to go, had already begun to explore behind the golden the way north. “Fine darling, it’s a northern stronghold, and all who step before its mountains and hear the wind whisper the names of its keepers do tremble with remembrance.” His grin falls, and he looks more reserved. “Of course civility is the watchword now a days.” A side glance at Laedere with a smile. “It appears though I do poor justice to our northern keep. Would you like to see it for yourself?” After all it is hard to give a diligently truthful explanation when you don’t give a shit. The golden turns slightly with a small smile of slight humor. OOC:: Abba requested I skip her. Identity Inventory:: Cashmere, Destry Wardrobe:: Golden cloak, Circlet, Armband, Satchel-hidden (knife, polearm) Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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