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The gentleman he spoke with was not so easily recognised; he was one from the threshold, one of many Tilney had met there. It was when the stag asked of his name that the face and voice came to mind and he could recall their eerie meeting in the east once more. "Tilney. A Doctor. And your name?" was the gents earnest reply peering curiously at the man who owned a brother-like physique. They matched quite a lot in colour and general appearance, perhaps they even had a similar taste in wardrobe. A keen smile was not lost from Tilneys own maw when the golden one made a wager of his own, instead choosing to bet on the current specter rather than her opposer. "What are we offering to the winner of this treacherous gamble, friend?" was the stags next question - it was hardly a good wager without something at stake. The presence of a particular boquet of spots was not to be missed; his attendance simply oozed frustration and Tilney found his eyesore coat hard to ignore. Are you alright, Mauja? or how's life out of the glacier? Tilney might coo across to the emmissary, the one who could be friend or foe but would never really know. The words only audible to himself caused a smirk and a smile to frame Tilneys face, and he found himself eyeing the man with a look of glee. There was something sort of wonderful about seeing that old man swear and grump about to himself; it was a differnet story when the words were louder and directed solely at you. Lyanna was the next to appear and she recieved Tilneys gleeful smile and nod; perhaps much too happy for the occasion. He was glad she had arrived - that meant he wouldn't need to heal Raeden... someone he quite despised. What are you DOING?! The squawks came to Tilneys ears like bells, causing him to jolt and spink his nares around to find a wrecking Gawen. Oh no. By the gods, what were they to do with him? Tell him to man up and watch? It was a part of herd life after all. Or just direct him away to sit quietly to await the verdict. As one of the herds doctors, a chief of wellbeing (and also one of Gawens friends) Tilney stepped forth immediately and closed in on the melting colt. "Oh, Gawen" were the physicians words, a minor distraction while he figured out what on earth he would do. With a look to Lyanna, then Mauja, and finally the gilded one, Tilney gave a gruff sigh and shook his poll. Arah; that was the only solution he could think of at present. She knew how to soothe Maude when she had the worst fevers, and calm her during the worst storms. Exposure to fighting could wait until another day when it wasn't his mother on the chopping block. "Your mother will be fine, she's very tough and I bet she's going to show him what she's made of!" Tilney finally told him "How about you come with me and we'll go find a friend of mine.." |
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