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06-21-2015, 06:08 PM
The golden man answered the tiger stallion's query with such flowery eloquence that Sial half expected the man to burst into this Basin's anthem. The image amused Sial, shown only in the barest twitch of his lips. "Good. Although this does not mean I am disinterested in the other positions. Will you summarize them for me?" He questioned, moving with ease through the Arch with Thranduil; it was clear he was born on ice and stone. Then came the 'surprise', the golden creature revealing himself as the Lord of the Basin, an assumed leader, however if he was expecting shock or such he would be sorely disappointed. Sial hardly spenr energy towards such useless emotions, and was far too good at disguising his expressions as a solemn mask. Yet there was respect there now as well, it showed in the slightly deeper bow of his neck Carnassial gave as acknowledgement to the gold's words. Another creature soon appeared, a mare this time, of white and gold, rather fair in appearance. Sial returned her bow, making sure the point of his horn was directed away from her, a traditional greeting for peace. As he raised his head she spoke, and he glanced down out of the corner of his eyes at Thranduil, waiting for his words before he turned to the mare, Rexanna as she introduced herself. "Greetings. You may call me Sial." The words were clipped, but lacked hostility and instead held a sort of polite friendliness, albeit with short bluntness. She was kin nw after all, as was the flower-worded man beside him. Though even he had to wonder.... Were they all short? "Speech" Tags; @[Thranduil] @[Rexanna] Walls will not hold the winter All in the way will fall |
'...Cruel and brutal the blades of the beast...'
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