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Thranduil
A ticking clock, counting down the seconds could not have been more attentive to the task. Earth eyes darkened as they settled to watch. Not that he leaned forward, or held a breath, he was too clever to give way that much, but it was impossible to hide that underneath it all, every movement and twitch of muscle was being watched as each second ticked away. He wasn’t disappointed. The laughter does not fade him, a faceless mask in their game. It pulls his head to tilt- get on with it. He’d already know. Well, weren’t we a cocky arrogant ass. Brows raise in skepticism and head tilts back. What cards the buckskin held aside, that was a rare bold move. Foolish. Brash. Just because you’ve never seen a snake before, or heard of it in your lifetime doesn’t mean it’ll be forgiving when you step on it. The unknown dangers were the worst there were, and until you know them, you better be either cautious or prepared. Of course, the gold had been bluffing, there wasn’t actually any venom in his fangs just yet (still could give a powerfully painful bite though). If he played his cards right though, it perhaps wouldn’t be that way for long. What venom he did have, mild and kept on the tip of his tongue began to build a retort, but he had paused in his assessment of that other’s choice, and was glad for it. It would have been near impossible for the gold, watching ever so closely, to miss the wisp of black. To see the movement on the other’s face, and not draw his own conclusions. Tasseled tail sweeps low to the other side in the only external display that he’d noticed. There it was. It was the buckskin’s magic to control. He could form objects away and on himself, and he could call it quite easily (as no sign of struggle was here). More questions of this power took the place of the first, but the single fact that it was indeed the buckskin’s was satisfactory for now. Victory swarmed his thoughts and his pride, just as the other let it slip away again and proclaimed himself a showman. Still, it baffled him for a moment. The raised brow…if he’d been deliberate…why. A suspicion lingered bitterly on his mood. That should have been the time the buckskin, if hiding was his true intent, should have been most on guard, and yet he’d given away, certainly not the whole trick, but the blueprints. With eyes still watching in humor and lips still holding a grin he shifts to the side, to stand stopped parallel, his head turning to keep on looking. The gold had expected a grand heist, some double agent or secret ploy, not free access to a peep hole. So the voice when it returned was more mellow, still wry, but not as hungry. “What kind indeed…” Came the answer. Short, and differed from the rest, for it showed a drop in the game. It seemed the other was happy to pick up the ball though. Earth eyes follow the others out over the bleak landscape, yet they recollect the humor and mischief. He had, for the moment, what he was after, and now the fun was to begin again. “Grilled watermelon is apparently a new and novel delicacy.” Came the whipping response, more pitched and quick. “But I do believe I’m more traditional in taste.” Grilled coconut was more his preferred taste. He looks back to the other, and with his primary goal done, appetite satisfied (whether with falsities or truths he didn’t seem to care), he let the grin rise higher. It occurred to him that while he did not seek to press much further, a snaking question remained of just who stood there in front of him. And a suspicion followed, that it was someone he’d never quite be able to define for an answer. Not an altogether unhappy deduction. Back to the matter at hand of course. Charred. Burned. Given the heat still lingering on his hocks and hooves from the stirred ash, he could guess the fire hadn’t long passed, but….could a fire burn all this. Burn the rocks of the earth as well as the life above? Whatever danger there was, the thought it might still be present was a new one to him. “It appears someone had a nastier temper than even you.” It wasn’t all lost, the dry pale grass still rose in a few clumps about the more leveled places. Perhaps he could convince this showman to help him conjure some spruce trees. After all nothing spruces up a place more than spruce trees, unless of course daises were possible. "talk talk talk" OOC;; <3 |
@Acton
