In the Threshold --

It seemed the gold still could not comprehend the complexity of the one dark prince. Yet he has little attention to give the Puppeteer, especially as Hotaru’s weight comes again and presses on him. The crowned head turns down and gives out only glances to those around afterward. One hark though did catch the suddenly colder wind that blew towards him from the new lord. The golden noting he only welcomed the rosen Valkyrie, and the allure to a sarcastic twist of his description of the land. It seemed there was still a bit of the more teenagery Rikyn left afterall, though he did a commendable job keeping it together. Yet the youth still had things to learn…it wasn’t just weather that could make the Basin hell for the gold (nor even a Brat for a king), and it made his hide flicker to think of it.

Only, there was no time to question, to watch a turned back, or to think of future conversations, as Hotaru’s whispered words comes to his ear his insides knot. She was admitting weakness, fragility, and inside he feels his blood pour out from his body and his knees slightly weak, for he knew, if she was admitting such things, even just to him, she was surely faltering. He hated it. He hated to see her in such a way, and to hear her admit such things, mostly because he knew what they cost for her….that…and it made him worry in a way he was not the greatest and hiding. He hated it because it made him fear for her. It twisted up his gut in knots and kicked them around like play time, and it made all the blood suddenly disappear from his body, drained by concern. Worse yet….he’d put her in this position. It was his doing that left her in this state….All these things though, there was not time to admit, to let whisper in his being, she needed to go, now. So the gold, keeping the same mask as she lets his head raise to Rexanna with a smile, though more tempered. “Lead the way Rexanna.” The strain of immediacy lacing over it ever so subtly. And hurry.


At the gates--

All the way the gold sticks close to the rosen side, though it remained stained dark pink, near red, with sweat. Every step the Laurelin tried to aid, by giving space, or letting his side gently guide her, whatever she seemed to require. The most delicate of care, the most tender, and yet he tries all the same to hide it. He tries to hide the breath he lets blow on her neck now and then to encourage and in a vain attempt, to cool. Tries to hide how even his tasseled tail wraps around her hip now and again, perhaps not to offer support but to help guide and steady. He tries to hide it in a forward looking, light look. And thankfully, Kiada does offer some distraction, even if he only desires it for appearance sake.

It was a shame then really that she spoke of things he did find utterly fascinating. Given the darker nature RIkyn had described and the on he’d seen in both this youth and her brother, the gold was hardly surprised she found him fascinating. Though he hadn’t expected it to be whispered in such….tone of secrecy. The girl was delicate, and the gold mulls through watching her, was she lending her words sacredly? Her attempts were to pull him in, and the gold watches carefully, lending nothing back except for a nod of understanding at first.

He certainly wanted to know more about this Kaos. What Rikyn had imparted was a great deal, but it left one question still unanswered….what did he want? Perhaps he should visit this shrine and lend and ear. It made a side of his lips curl to think of the old phrases thrown his way…such as you never know what side he might be on. Perhaps now it was time to call upon that quality, and put a best hoof forward for this most strange being. “Look for me soon then.” He sidles out. A promise met. A handshake of agreement.

Kiada was a distraction, but for appearance sake only still, and the gold let’s his attention turn back fully to his mate when the small group stops. His harks slide back slightly and he looks past the gate.Hurry up. He whines at the lagging time, even though it had only passed a second. For him though, as he thought of the mare at his side, every second was too long. Had he had a better standing with the Edge when he left he might have even dared blowing past the creamy gold mare, and damning any who tried to lay blame on him. Yet Tembovu, if he was still king, merely tolerated him. Alysanne had caught him in a stealth (though that was, as he argued before his time here). The ranking spies didn’t even know he name hardly, and if any of the rulers had changed, he doubted he knew them. Most annoyingly to him, the gold it seemed was stuck to obeying. Even he, with all his ego, would not let his vanity risk the safety of the one beside him. All he let slip of this though was a pined glance to Rexanna, one fleeting moment for her alone, touching the honesty and openness they shared to reveal how serious the situation was. Then he head turns away, and the mask pulled back down.

So he waits, trying to give any comfort Hotaru would allow, especially given the company. Each second ticking by like an eternity.


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