08-30-2016, 06:53 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
As predicted, the Valley’s guardian joins them and constructs a bubble in which they can communicate freely. Gunsynd prefers this method to the invasive practice of telepathy, but it is not long before the Valley queen joins them and he feels himself tense at the thought of being pried into again. Nevertheless, he nods to both the magician and the ruler. He could play nice.
The mute woman speaks without moving her lips and this draws his attention. Aranea. The name rings a bell, but he can’t quite place it. She confirms, however, that his efforts had not been in vain; the Valley is a part of this mare. A small smile pulls at his thick lips as he considers how his love can pull those to her that she requires. She was ever the mysterious and undeniable goddess. They could do little to deny her.
His ears perk at Eight’s words (they come from his vocal chords, which is becoming an oddity in this kingdom) and his heavy head turns to regard him as he speaks. So they had known each other in the past; but what was the past - it was neither here nor there. Gunsynd tried to focus his efforts on the here and now, it was much less complicated. Memory had a way of snaking through the mind and changing its landscape much like a river will carve out a canyon over the millennia. Simply put, it was too unreliable.
“She was on the edge of the meadow, looking disenchanted with it all.” He says with a smirk and a glance to Aranea. “She wasn’t interested in keeping me company so I offered to bring her here to regain her voice.” He shifts in a half-hearted shrug, letting her denial roll off his shoulders. “Thanks for helping.” He turns his attention to the queen, knowing she is undoubtedly whispering things inside the newcomer’s mind, but as he is without unlimited power like her guardian he cannot guess what exchanges between them.
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