In case you couldn’t tell it wasn’t going that well. Not with Ashamin of course. The golden hardly noticed how the creature swayed uncomfortably or seemed nervous. He was still resting his attentions on Haldir. The fawn had dropped his gaze slightly and was falling back into his own world. Lips twitch wanting to do something, but the black and white speaks up first. Looking up once more then gold hardly notices the other’s tone. What did it matter if the new comer didn’t want to come. The only reason he was invited was to continue on the conversation. Needed perhaps in that regard but his tone or attitude was of little importance.

When he points west the golden finally fully looks at him confused. West? What was west? The hot springs? No, no. He tries to lighten the conversation more by letting a small laugh roll out. “No no, this way.” The deer does look back at him at that laugh, confused. Glancing down at the deer he finds himself rambling again. “Haldir knows the way don’t you?” The deer looks back at the gold again, his attention finely sharp enough to respond. Looking to the new comer he nods slowly. Like a parent pushing their child through the fence of the playground the gold watches. Haldir then steps off, his head not so low and pace not so dragging now that he at last had a task. He was cold and tired, but the hot springs had sounded like a better place to sleep than this.

The golden was not as pleased as he had hoped to be. Harks flick back and forth as he looks at the deer. Then to the black and white. In the rambling sort of inattention way he lets more information slip. “He’s not been feeling himself.” It was a whisper, under his breath sort of phrase, and the golden didn’t even check to see if it was heard. Picking up behind the deer he moves off as well. They shouldn’t be there before long. Not wanting another awkward pause to fall on the conversation again (because this effort was as much of a distraction for Haldir as for himself) he turns to other as they walk and starts up another half thought through conversation . “How do you find our little valley?” A grin slips on his lips again as he tries to play the part. Unlike usual the smooth careful crafting of it was well not so smooth and not so crafty. Being forced as it was, and attention being kept on Haldir, his manipulation of himself as someone others would actually want to talk to, was not as well thought out. Still he waits for the other to reply, hoping something would pop up soon to hide how terrible this show was going.




OOC:: @[Ashamin]
Wardrobe:: Circlet, golden cape, hawk necklace, satchel (polearm, knife)
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