Well that certainly was an improvement. The mare turns into a panic when Haldir bounces forward. It took all his skill not to grin at her silly and continue on. Luckily he was rather skillful and kept it mostly unwraps, but also luckily she turned to look. Only his tasseled tail picks up and swishes at his hocks as he watches the deer bound forward. Though apparently giving a bit of a startle wasn’t in the interest of his ‘game’. Looking like he had insulted her or kicked her below the belt she turns to him. Her anger lingering, but solid. He did that on purpose? Now whatever gave you that idea. The golden’s face scrunches and tilts. A bit harmed and confused at the suggestion. Now what would a nice guy like him have done that on purpose for? Of course this was all a lie but she didn’t know that. Clearly this game might be set against him.

But of course he had moved on, letting his hurt expression leave a stain on him, just a hint. Slumped shoulders, and lower head, but overall more at ease with ears forward and a pleasant face. She questions everything though, and suspicions abound. The golden’s tasseled tail continues to flick. Of course what else did he expect? If she was tight enough with Gaucho for nicknames and hugs, then of course she would take his warning against him. So while the golden gave this little girl credit for not taking the candy from the stranger, he did still grumble of its annoyance and keep on trying.

To her accusation the golden lets his ears fall back again and raises that crowned head. His words slip out, strained with hurt. “Why is it you are so quick and harsh a judge?” He steps back and shakes his head. Haldir beside him looks back to his bonded, confused at this expression. Yet he looks back to the girl, to her golden feathers with a curious glance. The golden though was in the middle of his act, not yet ready to give up on this venture. “If it is Gaucho’s opinion, then know it is the same quick judgement that causes it for I have never done ill to him.” Meant to but never had. Technically. “As for scarring you, know you wounded first with your sudden appearance, and is why Haldir hid till I could come.” The golden then breaks contact, looking down at the deer with more serious face. The deer taken a few more cautious steps to the girl, his little head low in submission, really just wanting some attention.

Pulling his thoughts and head back to the girl he seem to settle himself. “Are you satisfied now to see the shadows revealed?” Yet still be lost in the dark of the real monsters. “Or will you still let your imagination run wild?” Forgetting that imagination is actually you natural instincts. The golden was well pleased with this though, complimenting on his crafted speech. The quick turn of lies and twisted phrases always petting his pride till he purred. Course no sign of it shows, his face still tired and not as welcoming as it distances himself. If it went further south though, and no gains could be gained in the game, the golden began to think he might need to move on. Clearly he would need time to rethink the twists and turns of his plans for Gaucho if this did not pan out well. Certainly he did not need to taint his name more to one who stood by the wildfire so close. So though he rarely gave in, it was in fact true, that time was running out for this fun little chit chat.




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