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09-03-2015, 09:24 PM
Well, perhaps not as quick a wit as he might have hoped. Instead a sharp comeback, it was a smooth draw. The golden still mused though, he would take it. Now though he could look on the grown child with less judgement. It was strange to find something so familiar as the little prince, and yet have time contort it into something so strange. He looked, through his eyes like his mother, but his face held Ulrik’s straight lines.
Beyond that, what the golden actually knew about the prince was very limited. In fact, given the time which had passed, it had most likely all changed. So he wasn’t actually having a conversation with the prince, but the one he thought was he should be. It was change soon enough and slip into a firmer reality eventually, but for now it was a curious continence. Mostly because while it may seen strange, there was a logic behind it. There was a lure to the time when he knew this colt. A wanted sense he had somehow dropped since then. And this was one moment to pick it up again, if only for a little while.
Perhaps that was why the golden changed his mood so quickly, and his head lowers to the water’s surface with such relaxation rippling across his back. And also why he didn’t even think of the missed title before his name. It wasn’t part of his thoughts now. For not only was he relaxing in the carefree sense of yesterdays, but he was rather filled with all sort of questions and curiosities. It might have been enough to make another pop with anticipation, but for him it was like a blindfold to his other concerns.
The prince speaks up again and the golden lends him a hark, but nothing more. Preferring to dip his cold nose into the hot waters for a moment to warm it. As well? The prince had been sparing? All signs of the fight, the mud and cuts were hidden or washed away. “I haven’t the pleasure, but what unfortunate soul thought to tangle with you?” It was said as a jest, a tease, but then also his tone lingered with some thought of reality. He had even turned to look with a brash grin at the dark horse. The prince looked rather handsome, a gift from his mother and father, but his was just a young one still. The fact he had put someone in their place was, well hard to believe.
Shaking his crowned head the golden let water fly from his mane as the prince had not long before. He doesn’t look at the prince though, and instead wades just a slightly deeper. “So prince, what long twisting tale of being at death’s door do you have to tell?” Again now he looks back after. Though his tone was still light his face was a bit more serious. In the relaxed ease the intense curiosity at what had happened to the boy couldn’t be hidden any longer. Let’s not kid ourselves either though, it wasn’t just the prince he wanted to know about.
Illynx was, well, a special case. She had been both his first target, and his first ally. That was until her disappearance. He had in fact been happy she was gone. Oh of course he looked about for her, but truly some ill fallen misfortune was much better to dream up than know. But now the prince was back, and his protective mother did not seem to be near. Certainly she would have announced herself. He wanted to show her. Wanted to flash it in her face and see the purring feline rattled or to see her smooth lips roll out some sly phrase. Yes that is what he wanted. But first he needed to know. Where was she?
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