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Soon the tour south would be done for the season, and the golden would return north for winter to see what new plan of action there was. Perhaps he would even swing through the threshold and pick up a few stragglers. So he had been lead to the forest. Of course it was the cool autumn breezes and rustle of leaves that kept him there. Like gazing upon the stars or washing in the ocean, it was soothing. It let him think. Many might believe the golden to act rashly, and speed through thought, but like his discussion here in these very woods with the raven proved, there certainly was a deeper process moving in his mind. He just only so rarely got the chance to thumb through the files. Especially after the turmoil of this season the restful thought was needed.
So it is no wonder, that buried as he was in thought, the golden missed almost entirely that Haldir had sensed another creature. His large ears honed on a crack of a twig, or rustle of a body. Being so used to his silent bonded, noise now always stood out like a shout. He was ahead of the golden about twenty yards, and was just beyond the meadow of the fir and blood red pool. His small dark head held high, and his ears locking on, though through the brush he could see nothing. The golden kept walking. His calm explorations into his mind, making him less aware. Had Haldir not been there, the golden might have kept walking.
The deer though, as the gold comes close, noses him awake. Crowned head turns to him, with a curious but hard gaze. It is only when they see the deer’s focus return to the newcomer that he understands. Rising his head above the low brush he can see a dark figure, perhaps some red, but it still most obscured. Harks flick back and then forth in thought, and his tasseled tail still swings with the lost rhythm of his walk. The golden looks to the forest beside and behind him. It would be ever so easy to slip into them again, to wander about as he had in one of the rare moments of peace in this Helovia. But his curiosity was ever working, pushing him beyond being a hermit to his thoughts. His energy now bent in finding who this creature was, commits to stepping forward.
Haldir was first though. The golden noses the little deer on, wanting to see the creature’s reaction to it. Haldir was a follower though, in matter of other horses at least. He looks most curiously at his bonded, with a serious question about him. But with no alternative showing on the golden’s expression he turns forward.
With cautious large steps, raised head, and taunt body, the uncrowned deer steps through the forest, a picture of his ancestors. He pauses just at the edge of the meadow, his eyes for the first time seeing the dark bird, but then he steps through. His pale eyes on her the entire time. When his body is free of the shadows the deer watches for a moment. Observing. He did not like to be alone though. Inside he was anguished by this change of routine. Turning his head back the deer calls into the forest.
The golden within resists the urge to groan, but instead with his silent steps comes forward. The deer at seeing the golden figure coming begins to wag his tail and looks back at the black bird. Coming through the brush silently, the crowned golden walks through, but as his usual self. His head is kept low, and body at ease. He didn’t raise his crown to the heavens ready to pass judgement. He was a wanderer of the forest, unknowingly same as her. When he comes to the deer the gold nudges him. Perhaps some release, cue, or praise, it was hard to tell. The deer though nudges forward, coming to stand between her and him, his curious eyes pale, but a small smile on his lips. As usual he was glad to meet someone new.
The golden, distracted by his company, does not at first notice where they are. His earth eyes look only at her, as they dip slightly. “Greetings” He seemed sincere enough, he certainly wasn’t trying to spin some elaborate lie unlike usual. In this forest where all was quiet and dark he felt most unnecessary. His wanderings here leaving his sense dulled. Perhaps it conversation that he needed to bring him from the cobwebs of the forest that had invaded him.
OOC:: @[Ghost] Hope this works??
Wardrobe:: Circlet, Golden Cloak, Hawk necklace, Satchel (blue cloak, pole arm knife)
Identities:: Ampere and Cashmere
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