She offers him praise, he takes it in stride.
"Tactful, reckless, depending on the intent."He grunts, words were always meaning something else entirely he thought. It irritated him so, when one did not simply say what they meant. He hadn't the need to go skirting around his intentions. He instead owned them, he liked what he liked and he thought what he thought. Simple as that.
The sunflower relented to share some words, silly words he thought, and perhaps she thought so too. She said them distastefully, the once polished surface beginning to subside. A momentary lapse, revealing a tarnished base coat. "Beauty is nothing, beauty fades."
"For a while maybe, it would seem to be of some use."He said thoughtfully, looking at the tree tops a useless attempt to see the stars. "But not forever."Though the fall was upon them, the Chamber seemed to retain just the right amount of foliage to cast out all intrusion. The sun and the moon both struggled to bleed through the leaves, to touch the flora beneath the pine towers. So, she liked to think herself a celestial being. Killdare did not tempt to consider himself more than what he knew himself to be. Not anymore, anyways. She had taken it from him, the Chamber, but she was not a selfish creature.
Where he had began with intentions to be great for himself, to use deceit and half truths, it seemed to flee from him. Now he would be great for her, the Chamber, these needled woods. "She said this realm was without magic." He speculated, cranium still looking off into the sky focused on nothing in particular. "but the trees keep me here. I don't know how, but they do, whether anyone says or not. They are....aware..." He said softly, as if he had uttered a secret he should not have shared.
She swam nearer, again testing her boundries, and he lowered his dial from uplifted gaze. He regarded her the same stoic glare seeming to move right through her, before he returned his attentions back to the totems. An indifferent disposition falling over him, he no longer cared how she danced about, how she seemed plagued by constant movement. He felt a million years older than she as he sat in silence, the smallest vibrations beneath hoof to disturb the stillness. It was if she had calmed him, this mother wood. As if to tell him that we dont bicker amongst each other children, so instead he reverted to his training. He would suffer this in silence.