Riptide Isles
The gold had forgotten again (how many times would this happen?) that this was not Helovia. That these creatures were possibly not looking for a small chit-chat, and that he, even when trying not to, still possessed enough magic to make him sneaky. He halts himself, his head rising as the mare turns her hot hostility on him. That was unexpected…but then what had he expected.
Harks twist back and his head tilts as he watches the mare tumble over her words. Her anger took him back, but not enough to stop him from taking her in. She was a pretty thing, but barely more than a filly. Or maybe he was just getting older? Still, a pretty thing, but a bit more feisty than he usually preferred to play with. “Easy sweetheart-“ He starts, his gentle rolling mood pulling back, though he holds his ground. His eyes narrow slightly, the accusations letting hit his skin like the mud they were. “If I was here to steal your soul-” He scoffs, some old humor refusing to die. “I wouldn’t start off by talking about the damn weather.” Actually…that wasn’t a bad idea. The gold stores the thought for future uses.
Then the gold walks forward. She threatens, but she’s not dealing with a completely innocent soul, and he could hear her voice shaking. Though he also did not want to be a dead man, and so steps to the side, placing a small rock between them in their narrow path when he stops opposite from her. “The name is Thranduil…” The gold in those earth eyes spark and a small smile he does let curl up on his face. “And I’d prefer you not dirty it before you know it.” He was about to push his luck more, perhaps more than he should (after all she had a wicked looking horn) when a small white light glimmered on one of the stones ahead on the path.
His head turns away, though one ear trails her, not trusting her and her fears. Galahad. Even he could not hide the sigh from his breath, or the cock of his hind that signaled his relief. He may not be scared of the shaky mare beside him, but Hotaru was another story. Haldir trailed behind the child faithfully, though his head was still low. The gold reached out across there bond, but as happened most times now, there was nothing. “Galahad, meet damsel in distress.” They gold looks back to her. “Unless you prefer another name?” After all Reaper was not his.
OOC :: Galahad posting next!
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