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For one so fascinated with fish, it seemed he had been too late to watch their display. Creeping softly among the reeds (though really was making an awful ruckus) Damascus was soon to emerge from the mud, waist deep in what really only appeared to be sewage and a muddy leaf slopped between his ears. Immediately he recognised Kaladin - he was everywhere, and it only caused the dark boy to grow suspicious. Did this man know how to teleport? Or something? 
"Follow me you?" the Dusk court warrior pressed, glancing about the swamps of his western abode with even more suspicion as he noted the other present who he did not know but he felt he had seem about the grounds of the dusk court.  

Dohv clambered to his place between the lad's ears, carefully peeling away the muddy leaf so he had a less slipper surface to stand upon as he too eyed the other two lurking in the swamps. Damascus was only here looking for fish to watch (he loved watching fish), though it seemed he had missed them. If Kaladin was here no doubt the cranky lad was insearch of the relic, the one that apparently already belonged to him. Perhaps Damascus ought to have a look around too. It struck the dark brute though, that this fierce and confronting stag was here in the dusk court - a place of his jurisdiction was it not? 

"Doing here what you Kaladin?" the coal-coloured one grumbled, eyes narrowing upon the man of he dawn court and then looking to the lady of Dusk. She was slight and small compared to his eighteen-hand self, though it was the twinkle in her coat and ivory of her hair that draw his eyes open from their snivelling glare to one of curiosity. He wished to know more about that woman, what sorts of things she liked, what her favorite smell was. He'd never been so interested in anyone else before just by looking at them, though as his virgin eyes wandered the pair of them a pang of jealousy hit his chest. A little crush was swelling within Damascus for the first time - thank the gods he was not see-through, or anyone might see his blush from a mile away.  

When the starry creature moved, he followed. Skulking behind, hooves giving a gentle sloshing noise, quiet enough to be drowned away from the woman’s ears. She was tracking the fish darting beneath the murky waters, their silver hides like lighthouse beacons calling to safer shores. He heard the doe begin to cough, and his ears twitched to the sound. Weather he liked it or not, Kaladin was a Caretaker first and foremost, and such sounds as came from the woman’s mouth were seldom a good sign. His eyes became worried, and he decided that he would approach the woman should need be. But first, the relic. The relic and his collar. The two things most important in this world – and for it.

A glinting far off in the water caught his eye – the wrinkled water shone with unnatural glimmers, signifying that more lay beyond the surface then algae and deep muck. The woman did not miss it, either – her keen eyes caught it on well, and she immediately moved in that direction. Kaladin had to bite back a growl of worry – was it the relic? Was she taking it from him? He had almost lost it, once. He had vowed not to let it happen again.

He began to move faster, steps slowed by the muck, which seemed eager to devour his hooves and drag him downwards. He fought it off, but his mortal body was rendered clumsy by its shorter stature and weak legs. He watched as the star-clad creature began to paw at the water, the splashes glinting in the low light. His heart began to pound, an unfamiliar feeling that sent his body quivering with every beat. However, this brief moment of panic led to release, as the woman’s hooves brought up naught more than glinting coin.

Kaladin released a breath, allowing himself to move freely now that there was no need for stealth. He approached the woman with caution, amberglass eyes glinting with sudden interest as he eyed her pelt. How does her coat glimmer with stars? he wondered. Bioluminescence? Or perhaps iridescent markings caught by the sun? he tipped his head, curiosity acting as a blade, cutting down his usual hostility. He did not speak a greeting – he was far too preoccupied to think of mortal customs. Instead, his eyes trailed the water whence the doe had stood – searching for the spot where the gold had rested. Sure enough, he found further coins buried deep in the sand, and grabbed telekinetically. They came free, trailing muck and algae and causing eddies to burst to the surface. Pleased with himself, Kaladin tossed them towards the woman. “You missed a few.” He grinned. Then, his gaze darkened, and he tipped his head worriedly. "I heard you coughing. Are you alright?"

In that moment, the reeds about them broke apart and crashing, clumsy mess called Damascus emerged from between the willows, lengthy tail tangled in muck and wings outspread. Frightened fish tumbled away from his feet, desperately trying to escape the youth’s heavy strides. Kaladin’s ears flicked back immediately, recalling their last encounter. The wounds were still fresh, the shame of defeat and the fury he had felt upon losing his trail, the feeling that he had lost any chance of regaining his former glory. And yet, here the boy stood. Clearly with the same purpose as Kaladin – which could mean only one thing.

Kaladin grinned wickedly, eyes flickering from a warm golden to a sharp, predatory amber. "Why would I follow you? So you could shoulder me aside?” there was unspoken hurt in his words. "I’m looking for the relic, seeing as you do not appear to have found it." he glanced back at the starry woman, realizing how frightening he must appear to her, some wild thing covered in muck and growling ferally. He forced his chest to still its panting breaths, gathering all his strength to push down the hurt and hatred that danced within. His words became quiet, then, but laced with pain that he could not conceal, try as he might. "Was it worth it?” he asked. ”Betraying my trust after I handed it to you on a silver platter?"

@Damascus @Yana i'm pretty sure thread happens after 'eyes to starlight', but if i'm wrong i can still edit my post uwu

With suspicious eyes but a head full of stars, Damascus took his slit-like gaze over Kaladin once more as the shorter man gave a booming dismissal of his question. Damascus shook his head slightly and took a step back defensively as the stout male began to boil over before his eyes. The magical woman who had truly captured the colt's attention was soon to speak, and her voice was what truly caught him in a snare. Damascus's silver eyes interlocked with hers and painfully he dribbled out an answer, almost choking on each syllable as he pronounced them.
"Search I be relic for" he had stammered, though when he recalled than his nemesis in the relic-hunting department was standing right beside him he quickly snapped an agitated gaze in the gentleman's way, onlto to get a wingey, whining sonnet about betraying his trust?

"Trust of you never have been gifted to I" Damascus soon protested, stomping a hoof agressively and slightly hildishly. He had little to no intention of actually using those hooves to hurt anyone, let alone Kaladin. "Says you wishes taking relics yourself for! Using relic for badness does you!" the colt accused, taking another step back from the mottled stag. Soon his silver eyes turned once more upon the woman who had already begun to capture his heart, his eyes glazing ever-so-slightly as he looked upon her, but qickly he remembered the imporance of the conversation at hand.

"Trusting Kaladin wise not!"