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Haldir’s face melted as the gold’s fell. His hanging breath exhaled, and his own tired limbs gave way. With the natural grace he lowered to the floor beside his new found friend. Ears still stayed on the gold, but he looks to the polecat with the whisper of a smile. As much as he could manage in these times. If anyone ever understood what value a friend truly was, it was Haldir, for he so usually so short of them.
The gold was not quite as at ease. His body was still adjusting to this different time and place. Heart was slowing, body calming, and his breath eased as he took in slowly where he was, who he was, and who exactly was beside him. He only notices after she’s already still that she’s laid down beside him. Everything seems slow, and out of place. His head was still too wrapped in another life, another world, and it lashed out each time as he tried to shove those dark tales back into their boxes.
Yet he was coming to. Ears, at first lazy and hanging, now tilt back. His eyes, go from blank to withdrawn and searching. The dream…He had had the dream again. But it had been worse than ever before. It had felt so much more realistic, and those voices…those faces, they still rang in his ears. Anguish pressed his chest. Why? Why was it torturing him no- Then his confused questioning goes quiet….a rosen ghost enters his mind once more.
A sweet song of a voice, soft and cautious sounds above the still echoing dream. A weight presses his chest. Had he been fully himself, it would have ballooned into fully raging anger. Angry at her for probing, for bringing it up, for worrying, for witnessing…But the freezing fears were yet too close, and the gentle thief did not press her luck as some dared. And so in the same mindless low defeated tones his whispers upon a breath, “I-I was….I…did?” Though it trails off into another tumble of thoughts, the rest stolen by the roar of rain and distant growing thunder.
He was dying. And the gold flinches, his head turning slightly away from her. But he was….he remembered…no that was the dream…But had died. Or had he simply wanted to? He exhales long, and low. His mind still putting the world back together. He was here, so he couldn’t be dead. But was there really anything of life in him? Wasn’t this him? The shell of the Golden Thief was so completely removed, he couldn’t even find it….
Rexanna though. She was here. Beside him. His eyes life to find her’s turned away. It struck him as strange, though couldn’t place why. Rexanna…the name kept rolling in his mind blankly. The titles attached to her still invisible in the fog. The dark stag to the side lifts his head confused. The sluggishness of the gold confuses him. As he rolls through the memories he possessed of the golden mare, they infect the Laurelin’s mind like venom.
Rexanna, Thief of the Basin. Immediately Haldir feels the tension rise up and the dark clouds he feared begin to bloom in the gold’s mind. The Basin. The cursed, dreaded basin. The mountains rose up in his conscience like walls. Haldir’s moon eyes cast back down, avoiding the questions the gold began to fling at him. He adored the gold mare, especially for what she had just done, and the shame for waking the gold too quickly to her bruised his heart.
The crowned head rises up, no longer hanging and listless. He twists to look upon the cream and gold mare for the first time with any real focus. His earth eyes slowly growing shades darker, hiding the gold within, getting colder and harder. He still had not risen, he still not fly into some madness, the freezing effects of fear and grief still clung to him too closely. Yet it clearly was warming up, he was remembering. “It changed! It-“ He stammers the confusion still catching him. “Why did you do that?” The question posed with accusation but cracked with pain. The truth was though the first part of the dream had ever haunted him, he had never had the pain of reliving the second. Never let himself remember the golden babe, who’s grave went unmarked and unmade. Who's name he never called. Who's face he never even saw.
OOC:: Thran's never dreamed anything in the second post before, so he's a bit confused still. =]
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