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08-10-2015, 02:40 PM
The wolf causes it first. He comes to Haldir, and though ears stay still upon the black bird, the gold watches the dark deer from behind. Even in the peace of this day a few gears ground together in discord to think of the gut instincts he had at the scene. The desire to stand in front of the deer. It didn’t help that his history with wolves had not been exactly pleasant. Haldir took a step back, and the golden’s head rose slightly. But before another move could be made, a command slips in the air, and the wolf retires. A small mischievous grin glides on the golden’s lips against his usual code. Today I suppose is about breaking all rules.
Eyes return fully to her, to catch her glancing back up. Those earth eyes spark with a bit of amusement. He may be in a strange mood, but nothing could crush that vanity. Her voice rolls off with a bit of play. Is that what she thought of this day? That he had crept upon her? His mind was not slightly more drawn from its box. It rolls through the names but can not find one to match her, nor a face. Indeed he had been at the head of the invasion, but those days felt long past, and his eyes were caught that day by other creatures. “I am the Laurelin” Even Haldir turns and looks back at his bonded from his still cautious post. The golden had never used that title before. Knowing the golden’s tongue the deer caught its meaning, but he too was finding just how strange a mood this day was creating in his bonded.
Her rush to greet him back is met with the same amusement as before, but this time the golden moves. He steps seem to have still kept that same rythmn, the metronome in his mind still ticking their beats. His cloven hooves carry him to the pool, and though never seen before, he ponders it like an old friend. Haldir was also no longer still, he was a bit ruffled by the wolf, but the deer still had a curious soul. He leaned in slightly, with his bare head down, nares whisping at the wind, to investigate. The golden ignored him. Instead he turns to look at the black bird again. “Who is the lady who feathers came too close to the pool?” His eyes hold a childish play.
It was like he was another creature, something not entirely made here in the land of Helvoia. Perhaps it came out from the locked cabinet when it felt the cool breeze kiss, or the golden leaves on his back. Perhaps it came from a time of another world entirely. But be warned ye who think this the truth. Though the peace has sung its lullabye to him, he is still as he has always been. A ticking clock was all that is left after the solitary walk was over. The black lines of lies and dark hearts would fill back his vision soon enough.
OOC:: @Ghost Ugh...yeah this just sort of came out, but I'm rolling with it. XD
Wardrobe:: Circlet, Golden Cloak, Hawk necklace, Satchel (blue cloak, pole arm knife)
Identities:: Ampere and Cashmere
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