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09-06-2015, 09:15 PM
Steam curled up around the two and shifted between them, giving glimpses of the mountains above. It seemed like a hidden recluse. A world away. Which might have also caused his strange sense of familiarity with this son of Illynx. Why he saw him as something so different than what he was. At least though, the golden was a quick to catch on. He might make mistakes, but he was surely not going to keep making it.
At first though he was lulled still by his memories and assumptions. He looks back at the dark prince with a little humor. His mind thinks to the poor Haurspex, with his curled horn and honorable soul. “The faithful Ashamin has a tendency to do that.” He smiles and teases, but in his soul he does actually feel a bit of pity for the poor stallion. He thinks of the day the faithful buffed out his chest and was willing to challenge the black bird, Caleb. With a wondering, lazy string of thought he wonders how that turned out.
Of course that wasn’t the main piece of business at hand. The young prince speaks up again and the golden listens with his grin slightly fading. It wasn’t that he was no longer humored, but the conversation wasn’t going as he thought, and it irked his mind awake. The phrase was taken too literal. The expected trailing into a long and winding tale didn’t come readily. For a moment the gold thinks to Ulrik, and the engineer’s straight forward tongue. But if this son was not like Illynx perhaps he was not like Ulrik? Finally the thick headed golden asks himself, Who was this prince?
Of course little changes on the outside other than a slight calming of his wild grin. Though inside he couldn’t deny he was slightly disappointed. Disappointed he did not find in the prince someone who thought like him, as his mother had. But how could he stay down when he had still so many questions. Now though his patience was thinning a bit. Playing cat and mouse is fun, but he eventually does want to eat the damn mouse.
So the golden remains humored, but his tone does lace with a slight more serious turn. “You’re a tease, Prince. Now where have you been.” Turning the golden rises more out of the water to come on the other side of him. His earth eyes still sparking a bit certainly the conversation on his end was turning more serious. He no longer wanted to know, he needed to know, where was the prince’s mother.
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