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10-14-2016, 09:06 PM
There was a reason he didn’t tend to like gatherings. Horses tended to gather…and then want to speak. His name drifted across the murmur of voices and the tasseled tail flicked back slightly. But that voice he couldn’t draw his ears back upon. Rexanna….A hot breath rolled against his shoulder and the whole focus on the child dropped completely. Yet…he doesn’t pull away. He didn’t draw back. Instead the gold let it be. Accepted her hello. A simple notion, but one foreign to anyone who actually knew the gold. Earth eyes filter back to her as her soft touch brushes against him, making his breath hold (he was allowing it but he wasn’t exactly used to it). “Rexanna…” It exhaled as she stepped away back more normal distance. The cloven hooves step back as a dark shadow appeared at his side. The crowned head turned back to a small stag at his side as the mare greeted her child. “Couldn’t give me more warning?” but the deer only shrugs, his attention was on the center of the crowd, and his worry for it had drawn him close. The gold was oblivious still as the cream mare turned back to him. His golden harks alert and catching every word, in ever tone and drop. So they were searching for something…her other half was missing. Immediately some ghost that did not belong to him, or even have a face to him, rose up. The crowned head rose as well. Was this the work of Calstron? A bitterness grinded his teeth as he thought of the devilry, but his tongue held. Rexanna knew she need only ask….And it wasn’t his right to drag to the light her nightmare… So many strange allowances this mare was given, but none were pondered on too deeply. It simply was….If he thought about it too long the complicated web would only grow. It would weigh too much to support itself, and it just might collapse. That could not happen-again. Again his name cuts across the low murmurs and this time the harks do pin and jaded smile grows. He knows that voice too. “Tembovu.” The Cheshire cat lulls. My what a fun time to meet the whole family. The gold again makes room as the child takes center stage again. In the background the gold wondered how the girl took all this. From what he remembered she had been quite independent….far beyond time for mother’s kisses and fatherly embraces. Yet he hadn’t the time to ponder long as the attention turns to him yet again. ‘Rexanna tells me…’ A pang in his heart involuntarily strikes (he hadn’t been able to control it lately). There was so much she could tell….hard earth eyes flash to her but instantly melt as the the elephant king moves on. Harks still lean back though, untrusting. The gold was not one to enjoy playing games when he didn’t know what cards were still out. So his words were cautious. “I do hear the seaside is lovely this time of year.” He wanted nothing more than to look and question the gilded mare, but ever cautious his eyes do no dare to look to her again. Instead he’s all smile and pleasant expressions. Of course, what the elephant king suggests is something of interest, and the false bravado shifts to genuine curiosity. Though, as usual the gold wouldn’t have choose some specific words….transgressions …quite strong in the gold’s opinion for what was only a little romp or two. But the offer of a job was so tempting the gold didn’t even bother to interrupt or correct. Instead his head only tilts and his eyes begin to come alive. It was, in truth, a real reaction. The gold was honestly, trilled. How long had it been since he had something to target, something to really trail? Sure the months of lashing out wherever he pleased had been wonderful…but there was something in this offer that the gold was ever so greedily grabbing at. It was a target, a regret of hire, and an admittance of need. All of which smoothed the gold’s ego, and pressed the curl of his lips up ever higher. “I’ll see what I can do.” The stag at his side presses, signaling the coming of others, and the Laureling takes the opportunity and the broken attention to dip his head and step back. ------- He shifted through the crowd looking for those he knew, and avoiding them. However he was also becoming ever more curious about the creature at the center of it all. His growing questions though were soon answered by the creature himself. The gold came to a halt at the periphery, watching, listening, with interest. The Laurelin didn’t exactly trust this creature, the smile was, in his eyes, too similar to those he had himself made to settle deals. To all the smooth creature, Kris, words, the gold only looks on with a cutting gaze. He watches the vague twists, the subtle hints. The idea that the gods would ever impart their powers to others, to deputize, without showing their vain faces about seemed….odd. Though the God of Earth was the most likely of the four to do so, the idea just….didn’t add up. It didn’t help that these lands were never…secure feeling anyway. Never, settled. However… was the gold ever to say no to someone who…seeked to toss a little, life into Helovia? Not exactly… Perhaps if he was more religious he might have held. Perhaps if he owed a great deal to one of them he might have held. Perhaps if he wasn’t still riding a slight high such as that he had from his acceptance of a little side job he might have held. Damn if he had just gone home as he had wanted he would have held. But the gold was a curious creature if nothing else. Besides, words were words, they never really called forth connections to deeds for the gold. Loyalty was such a fickle thing…. So for sound reasons or not a smirking gold stepped at last from the shadows with head high and sharp eye. None of the others had dared moved, but the gold was never one to wait to follow others. “What did you have it mind?” He hissed low, meant to only be heard by the creature and those nearby. "talk talk talk" ooc:: not sure if we were supposed to post again or not but had a few loose ends to wrap up. =] Thranduil speaks to Tembovu, and Rexanna then moves to the side front and questions Kris. Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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