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06-22-2015, 08:02 AM
Cold crawled up his spine, causing him to shiver. This damn winter weather was making near everything impossible. Here he was trying to enjoy a quiet morning walk to think, and he could barely make it through the snow on the high sides of the Basin. In the creases it came up once again to his underside, making the him shake with cold and curse the winter weather. So it was for the golden here these days. Everything amounted to frustration and irritation. He had tried to leave for the Falls, and escape this dungeon for a while, but the storm the other night had stopped that. So here he was, trying his best to go for a morning run, or walk? (Might as well be a run for all the effort he was battling the snow with).
Rarely did he ever meet another on these walks, and usually he was grateful. It was time to pause and think. Time to plan. Today though would be different. Following the side of the Basin he sees before him a pair at the Arch. Strange to have visitors so early in the morning, but as they wavered before the sentinels they certainly were not members. Mind pauses, on the scene, before he takes from his satchel a black shapeless cloak. As it falls upon his back his form disappears into dust, and he is no longer seen by any eyes.
That did not mean he wasn’t there. Coming through the snow to stand behind a sentinel (because after all his trail could still be seen in the snow), he creeps up on the conversing pair. It was Ashamin, their haruspex. That stallion had always been a curious one, especially in his attached friendship to the gold. It seems though he was letting his definition of friend run away with him again, for the creature seeking entrance, nah, joining, was a hybrid. Earth eyes narrow and head rises, as he considers the creature from his hidden place.
Thranduil was not a racist, and certainly the feelings of bitterness were wearing away in this land. However, it was still a law to keep. Of course the golden was always a rule breaker. So that too was not what made him pause. Instead It was the idea that a hybrid wanted to join the Basin that made him curious, and that Ashamin was apparently willing to give it. Not many who know of the Basin’s dress code and did not fit the part sought entrance. So in the end the golden did as he did not for a hatred or burning to see the wings, but a curiosity. (Not to mention he rarely missed an opportunity to show off his crowned position. He was after all a most proud vain man.
Reaching back he pulls off is cloak, letting it slip into the satchel once more. He steps forward into the morning light just as he form reappears, filtering in like dust again. He has come as they have already turned their backs and headed down. A smile raises on his lips and he comes to stand where they have just a moment before. “Who is your guest Ashamin?” He wanted to see them jump and settled, or if not, perhaps it would be a test. His crowned head was high, but his features pleasant enough, even though his emphasis on guest might cause thoughts of otherwise. For a second he was reminded by the deer with Ashamin to be glad Haldir was not with him. The dark deer would have ruined this attempt look his position. Which would have been a pity for the golden was going to enjoy this interruption of trudging through ice and snow this morning.
OOC :: @[Ashamin] @[Caleb]
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