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09-02-2015, 02:03 PM
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He was tired. Cloven hooves dragged across the permafrost ground. His hips, instead of rolling with style, drop and jolt with an uncaring step. Even his proud head hung lower, and earth eyes struggled with the weight of the world to stay awake. It wasn’t how he usually liked to be seen, certainly within these walls. Yet, this was also the only place where he could be seen as such. This place was not home. It could never be. But this season marked two years he had been a wolf in its den. After years of wandering the world, it was the place he had come to enjoy, and know best. Not that the weather always thrilled him. No, this place was not home, but it was as close as he had come in a long time.
Haldir at least was in a much better mood. He was not wrought by the same insomnia as his bonded, and so always woke with a chipper disposition. The stag moved through the earth with all the natural grace he possessed. They had finally emerged from the cave to graze and now were headed to his most favorite place, the hot springs! The dark stag, impatient trots ahead, only looking back for a second, before going on. So it is Haldir who first finds the little prince.
Through the mist and steam the deer steps with certainty. He knew this land and its people well enough by now to know little fear. The deer steps into the hot waters, letting them roll over his tension tied hooves, and his sigh comes out to add to the mists of fog and steam. Through the calm of bubbling rolling waters he almost misses the sounds of another. Antlered head rises back up to peer into the mists. It couldn’t have been his bonded, the golden made no sounds. The mists roll, thinning in his view and he catches sight of a black shape in the water. Snorting the deer backs out.
A tension bubbles in the golden’s chest, and his harks move back, that was strange. Haldir rarely grew tense. Moving with more purpose, but still dragging a bit, the golden slips into the clouds of mists. He finds his bonded staring into the white abyss with a curious tensity. Nonsense, the golden thought, walking straight toward the source of the distraction. He had no patience foolish interruptions and wanted to be left in peace. He wanted to forget the crown on his head held real weight. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep. And none of those things included pesky irritating minions.
So it was rather a good thing that’s not what he found. Wading silently through the water, as was he magic’s blessing, he comes across the shape who after is unfamiliar. Then a curl of gold rolls up in the water and all the frustration and irritation ceases. The little prince. Rikyn. A flurry of memories and questions completely take over the golden’s ill temper and wash it away. A bemused smile rises on his weary lips and body, with the help of the steam, seems to let go. “Glad to see you finally grew into your horn.” And he was sure, the ego his mother gave. Now announced, the golden wades in deeper. Haldir, who had been on the shore too relaxes, and wades into his knees. Questions nagged the golden’s mind. Where was his mother. Where had they been. But he would wait. All in due time. For now, it was satisfying enough to have that mood erased by a familiar face, and let his body sink into the heated waters. A quick wit, a hot bath, and the promise of a curious conversation, not a bad way to spend a worn day.
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