For all Gaucho’s surprise and ruffled feathers, the golden could not be found to give one single care. In later days, when sleep did not cloud his judgement he might be found to twist this and laugh at his bravery and boldness. That was not the reality he enacted today though. The reality was that under the drug of sleeplessness, and with the terrors of the past few days growing larger in such a state, this small mortal seemed like nothing. How often was it Gaucho, the large, undefeated brute, was called a nothing? This might actually be a first for everyone.

The tone of the dun’s voice did not unsettle the golden much. His earth eyes continued to stare with a dullness. He should have been fawning over the dun, immediately jumping up to explain, to rationalize. Oh poor Gaucho that’s why he hadn’t visited you lately as he promised. The evil of the Basin had rescinded itself, and with the change of leads had come a change of heart. You’d trust that right? Perhaps sprinkle a few ‘Gaucho my friend’ in there and ta-da lovely piece of give shit cake. But, today was not that day. The forces that be, were not going to be kind. This is perhaps why the golden rarely ever stepped outside his door in such states. Why in such moods the dark quite of a cave called to him more than a hot bed of activity ever could. It was a protection from the world of him making these very mistakes. But of course like a drunk he recognized the rationalization of the argument not. He had come across the gathering, and in defiance of what common sense would have told him (had it been awake) he engaged in conversation.

Of course he had every reason to. The same golden who charged after a child for attempting to steal his armor is the same one who stands here now. You don’t touch the golden’s things. You don’t even look at the golden’s things. If but an inkling of desire sparkles in your eye it shall be plucked by force from its socket. But let’s not get too gory. Civility please. At least the golden had enough of that at the moment. In short though, don’t mess with what the golden believes belongs to him. The spies under him were, he would not hesitate to say, the best in Helovia. If a fly in the Veins died, they could know about it. And this is how the golden liked it. He wanted to know everything, but unfortunately there could only be one of him. So minons would have to do. Not that they were ever obedient, especially Hotaru. She was the reason for gold’s appearance, what dragged him from his invisibility. Gaucho had touched the golden’s spies once, and the he’d be damned if he let Gaucho try that shit again.

He may have bene half dead, but even so he was the fastest liar in Helovia. In fact, though it deadened him to its need, it made the actual effort even the smoother, for the usual effort of trying too hard was absent from him. So his lie slips out in the same tone, but with a little more annoyance. “Illynx, could not, Ophelia has proven she can.” He looked to the white lady. “She is still your friend.” But the golden may not be. The lady speaks up. No doubt worried for her precious hard won peace. And who did she have to thank for that peace. The golden looked over to her as she spoke, receiving her glance without a change. She had her spies to thank. Hotaru, in the depths of the desert had lied her way through to Gaucho’s mind, and called him not only to bring her back, but to offer the Basin peace. The spies of the Basin, were a stronger weapon than its warriors and mountains.

It was then he heard another. Harks fall back, as his deadness was parted with a bit of light. The golden was not in the mood to play around with flirting to another new soul. He wasn’t in the mood to play a light hearted family member. And he certainly wasn’t in the mood for eaves droppers (ignoring the fact that he himself had been one not two minutes ago). It was a chestnut, banded in gold, but more importantly it was an equine, followed by Arah. The Basin may have been a more peaceful but as far as the golden knew its members were only unicorns still, which meant Mr.TryingNotToLookInterested here, wasn’t meant to be here at all. Or was he? Arah, who trailed his steps like a ghost and then ascended to the gathering, had apparently caught a mouse.

Which mouse though? The golden having been since the dawn of Orangemoon away, knew not who his little spy had ensnared, nor did he know that mouse had tried to bite Deimos. There was one thing he was damn sure of though, he wasn’t going to let on that he didn’t know. The excusing of the lady had bought him time to sort through all that. The gold was rather glad she was going. If he had known better he wouldn’t have been so glad, again common sense would have told him she was one of the few shields he had carried with he joined this conversation. Arah speaks up for herself and sure enough she speaks the word prisoner. Not knowing though who their prisoner even was, the golden could not guess if that was why the dun might be here. At least it seemed like it was not for the purpose of challenging for her, or insulting her. The golden, tired as he was, would not have allowed that. There was also another thing the gold would not allow. Turning with ears falling back he looks at the chestnut still trying not to seem interested. “You. Quit eavesdropping and get up here.” If the chestnut was indeed the prisoner, which the golden’s tired mind was already jumping there, then he damn well shouldn’t be out and about like a tourist. Arah following him or not.

That though would have to wait. Watching the chestnut he turns back to the Wildfire. Emotions still the same they were when he’d come, though perhaps with patience a bit more worn. It was nice of the dun to give a shock but the Wildfire still hadn’t answered his question, and the gold was in no mood to play ring around the reindeer. “Well Gaucho?” It was deadpan tone, and one ready to be done with this whole affair. To be done and to crawl into the warm wolf skin waiting in his cave. But he would be damned if he let any funny business happen here.



OOC :: @[Gaucho] I am SO sorry for the wait. ;.;
"Speech"

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.