A fresh wind blew up from the west. It tickled at his neck and flirted down his back. Twin horns, high atop that gold crown shake with a wicked delight. The thrill of last night was still coursing through him. Of course he hadn’t played as large of a part as would have liked, but that was ever such a small matter. One of his spies had done it, and that was enough. Hotaru was proving herself to be quite a lovely jewel on their crown. Still the gold grew ever the bitter as he thought about the denial of that precious wrapped around the painted’s neck. It called to him, as all treasure’s did, but last night had not been for that. Snorting the golden nickered to the small trotting form at his side. The dark fawn beside him quickened the pace. That was if you could call him a fawn anymore. That babe which kept such a light heart was growing up. Gone were the dark spots, replaced now by a sleek coat of black. Pupils in his eyes had faded, and not pure white gaze stared out as if from his very soul. He was growing, but it was a fact the gold seemed to constantly ignore.

Coming to the grove of pines the golden slowed, but his smile grew. He was in all his finery for this visit, a golden cloak and crown, with his pouch safely hidden under. Upon his back, bundled up with a long blade of grass was some of the richer fodder of the Basin, and Haldir carried a small block of ice. So the two came around the bend and there he stood, looking ever like the fallen king. A wicked smile grew up on the golden lips as his voice rang out loud and clear, well aware of the possible headache the poor birdy had. “Good morning goldie!” And he meant it. Walking now the golden comes closer, not bothering with decorum or the like. Fallen kings, embarrassed and cowed as this one were not given such decorum. Besides the gold was in far too good a mood.

Haldir’s tail began to wag at coming to meet a new creature. He had not been with the golden on that journey to the falls when he was cloaked with another’s skin. The gold would argue though that this introduction was so much more fun. Stopping the gold lifted from his back the fodder, and Haldir dropped the ice, coming now bravely closer to the creature. His face was light and innocent, knowing little fear in his short life, and always loving to investigate those the gold met. The gold was not so kind, but he was smiling all the same. “For you, our guest.” He chuckled deeply, one of the rare moments of a real revealed inner emotion. “Can’t have word spread we’re a bad bed and breakfast now can we?” Grabbing some grasses from the bale the gold moves forward. Then he came forward, boldly, and unafraid. Even Haldir stepped aside to look up at his bonded with cocked head. Then, within a few feet the gold stops, drops the grass at the painted’s hooves and grins. He seems to do nothing, but inside the gears were turning. A long slow inhale and gears began to turn and then clicked, locking in place. And his whole reason for coming is fulfilled.

Still he couldn’t resist a bit of fun. A wide grin spreads across his lips and the golden turns away. “Of course you’re prisoner, not a guest…which is very confusing to me.” The gold faked concern. Haldir resumed to watching the paint bird from a far with wonder. Coming over to the grass, now unbundled the golden pauses. “It appears you never had a trial.” Of course, there was no such mistake. Nor, would anyone want to give this creature a trial, but- “And as I had no entertainment for the afternoon I thought it would make a lovely tea time chat.” It was slicker and more poisonous than a snake upon mud, and the gleaming gold in those earth eyes told he was not doing this for the sake of justice. “So birdie let’s hear your sob story then shall we? Why do you think you’re here.” Then like settling down for grandmother’s bedtime story the gold grabs at the grasses and begin to eat them with a delight. Honestly there was no better entertainment than this. Let’s hear the story of how all unicorns are big bad meanies, and crush out every shred of good in this world. Let’s hear your worst nightmare come true.


OOC :: @[Midas]
Identity Inventory:: Destry, Cashmere, Midas
Wardrobe:: Cloak, circlet, armband, satchel(hidden)- polearm, knife
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