He was late, what a shocker. The golden stood on the opposite shore, with his cloak of invisibility hung over him protectively. His earth eyes had stood and watched as others, called by the same senses that brought him, crossed the water to a mound of earth resting menacingly across the waves. He was hesitant though. At every birth of a land there had been a fight, an all-out brawl, and never had he left them with an unbroken step. Why should he risk his own life and limb when others were clearly capable of doing it all by themselves.

But there was another side of him which he could not deny which called him like a moth to flame. He was ever so curious. With his mind and body mostly restored the golden had come back into his self. The hazy days of his sickness were ill remembered, and he did not necessarily want to go back there. So a distraction was in order. A splash out in the waves called his attention to the small dark shadow leaping about. Haldir had had his own struggles in the last few weeks. And as plans were laid and calculations made the golden moved towards his companion, exhaling low and slow as he did so, allowing gears to turn, and under the cloak and transformation to take place.

Now as he walked towards the deer the ground shook slightly, and large hoof prints marked the sand. Hidden under the cloak was a hazy form of Isopia. The demi god’s form was tainted of course being reflected so poorly for her lineage, it mattered not, he was not stealing her form for that purpose. [In elvish] “Haldir, wait here.” The dark deer jumped slightly. They may be able to speak through their bond but they still only rarely ever did so. “No, I go. I can swim.” A growl rumbles through the air. ”Remember last fight?” That did it, the deer visibly cowed, hanging his head. ”Wait here, Haldir.” The small form only turned and walked off. The large demi god shook her head, and turned back inland.

The large hoof prints lead to the dunes. Though small they are all he needed. For you see the golden had no intention of getting his hooves wet today. Taking a running start up the largest dune he could find the giant demi god hefted into the air. Even experienced in this manner of take off it was still a struggle, and for a moment as he leapt into the air it seemed impossible, but the wings held. For though Isopia was large, her wings were powerful. So the golden soared over the riptides, albeit not easily, and came landing, on the other side. He was glad no one could see that ungraceful and tedious flight. Moving through the trees he let his breath exhale. But then he gained a strange mood. A thread of desire for something he hadn’t felt in a long time. A mischievous grin rising on his face and another long slow exhale turning the gears.

When his form stepped, uncloaked into the open area of battle it was not golden. Instead a dapple grey coat, like snow of his mountain home, covered him, and a single horn rose from his head. Cashmere’s form had long sat in his vault and it was high time to make some use of it. Shaking her delicate head the mare comes to stand by her herd mates (or what used to be at least the golden mused). She smiled and nodded her head to those around and looked up to the earth god with most pleased expression. But as she grew close to Archibald, just within the right distance, she takes a long slow inhale, and gears within click and lock in place. Her grin grew wider as the great god announced peace, but not for that reason.


OOC :: Thranduil INVISIBLY waits till everyone has gone, then flies across as @Isopia, leaving Haldir. He lands, shifts into Cashmere, GOES VISIBLE and walks into the crowd. He stands near @Archibald, and steals his identity.
So to recap:
Identities:: Cashmere, Isopia, Erebos, Archibald (added)
"Speech"