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06-07-2016, 12:23 PM
The youth’s anger only served to boost the gold’s humor. Letting the grin grow ever wider. Haldir can only roll his eyes.
The jab then was still humorously received, though misinterpreted. Do something more useful? Was Rikyn asking for help? Now the gold had to admit he didn’t actually know the kid. Much of what he knew rested on qualities of the mother, and the grown colt had proved in their last meeting that not all those fine qualities had been passed on. Still, surely the kid wasn’t daft enough to-
Oh he wasn’t. The gold follows the youth’s gaze back to the old gentle soul on the rock. A chuckle rumbles through the blue roan’s throat. “Oh dear.” His voice came across lighter in this new body. So that is why the dark son had taken a tumble. Well at least it was a little redeeming to know it was from him trying to be nice. Still it was the gold’s strange liking of turtles that caused him now to pity the thing. “Here old chap, let me rescue you for this poor colt’s…struggling attempt.” The blue eyes dance with a feigned love to the other, before coming back to its task.
Though the teasing was easy, and the magic quite fun, the rescue might not be the same. As the blue roan carefully half way circled the rock, the situation was revealed to be quite serious indeed. A cloven hoof steps up between the rocks, letting the wall of it slip through. He tries then to wedge the crack open but it does not give. Harks flick back, miffed. Snorting he shifts to try again, but still no luck. For all his efforts the old turtle face just looked back in confused patience.
The blue roan steps back, lion tail swinging with thought. Any movement of the dark son crashed upon his rock is not given any notice. The gold it seemed was genuinely trying for once and he would not be interrupted. In other words, his vanity was cruising much too high to listen to any advice.
After a moment he steps forward again. This time the crown dark head lowered to the rock, letting the bone hard horn slip under the turtle’s foot in the crack. His body braced before his head both turned and lifted, causing it to wedge against the rocks while pushing the old chap’s foot up. At first it only inched, but then the old creature seemed to catch on, and it was in all turtle slowness, pulled free. The horn slipped out and the gold pulled back, most pleased with himself. “There ya go old mate.” With a smug smirk the blue roan turns to look back to the dark son. A little more tease ran through his lips. “You next?”
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