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[rangerandking]

{He is drawn to the forest with the same intensity some crave drink or food. Underneath the trees, he is at peace and his senses are alert. Behind him, a short distance away Ehtyarion is grazing, his large white ears swiveling this way and that to catch the sounds of the forest.

Aragorn glances at the unicorn, smiling to himself before he goes back to fletching some arrows. His hands are deft and practiced as he works and he rises when one arrow is done. Picking up his bow - something he carved and fitted himself - he nocks the arrow and takes careful aim at a soft target. Said target is composed of moss and leaves that he has nailed to a tree.

The arrow flies true and hits the mark. Ehtyarion makes an indignant sound and Aragorn speaks softly as he retrieves the arrow:}

Av-'osto, Ehtyarion, av-'osto. {"Don't be afraid, Ehtyarion, don't be afraid." He chuckles as the unicorn tosses his mane imperiously.}

Goheno nin, hîr vuin. {"Forgive me, my lord." Stowing the arrow in his bushel, he places a hand over his heart and bows. With a quick, graceful trot, Ehtyarion closes the space between them and nudges his velvet soft muzzle against Aragorn's cheek. The man strokes his fingers through the unicorn's mane, eyes soft.}

As the chill grows, our companions become dearer to us. {His attention shifts to the Locket.} Surround yourself with laughter and warmth no matter the obstacles. Even if death should separate us, the bonds we forge will not dissipate.

{Gathering his bow and fletching materials, he stows them away on the unicorn's back. He has fashioned a special saddle for the proud creature - something light, durable and soft. Once everything is secured, he swings himself easily into the saddle, Locket in hand.}

There is much to see; much to enjoy. {Positioning the Locket just so - away from him and towards the trees - he urges Ehtyarion into a quick trot. The beauty of the forest is easy to see - emerald greens, browns, reds and even golds pass in front of the screen. Aragorn lets the view speak for itself before closing the Locket with a click.}

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[gloinul]

...lad, what sort of animal is that?

[Did he see this creature already? He doesn't remember seeing this creature already.]

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[rangerandking]

A unicorn. {He smirks a bit, turning the Locket so Gimli can see the creature fully.} He is swift of foot and deadly in battle.

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[gloinul]

He has a...a thing on his head.

[theywhowait]

Milord? [ Too surprised to remember Aragorn would prefer his name rather than his title ]

That is a lovely... horse? sire. [ What is it where are you GOSH YOUR MAJESTY YOU CANT JUST HIE OFF ON YOUR OWN WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU??? ]

[rangerandking]

Faramir. {There's the gentle reminder.} He is a unicorn. King Thranduil was kind enough to send him my way upon my arrival.

{Calm down! He's just being a Ranger again - which is something they share.}

[theywhowait]

Ah... my apologies Aragorn. [ A flush and he ducks his head briefly at the reprimand (but he worries okay, you're out there on your own D=) ]

A unicorn? I have never heard of such a creature - he is a native of this world then? I am grateful that his majesty was kind enough to do so.

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[bullhorned]

What's got you in such a good mood, your grace?

[Only Gendry can make such a high title sound so contemptible. But by and large, he is just suspicious of anyone going off and being merry and talking about laughing. If someone's going around spreading mirth, it's because they want something.]

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[rangerandking]

{The tone doesn't rile him. Gendry's reactions to him tell him much of how the boy was treated by those in authority. It makes him sad and he purposefully keeps his voice soft as he answers.}

I am blessed by the presence of those I love.

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[bullhorned]

[Blessed! Gendry can't even scowl at that, but he can certainly frown.]

Bloody hell, you're not one of those sorts are you? [He'd grown up hearing about Baelor the Blessed. Everyone knew he was as holy as they came, but otherwise completely insane.]

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[aliased]

[ unlike gendry, arya likes aragon. although she's in no mood for good things, not with jon in some sort of sleeping spell like her sister had been months before.] Do you ride him? [ the unicorn.]

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[rangerandking]

I do. {He smiles at her curiosity.} His hooves can carry me faster than I have ever walked.

{Though let it be noted that one of Aragorn's nicknames is Wingfoot. He can cross a surprising length of land without tiring.}

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[aliased]

Is he faster than a horse?

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[starspangled]

Nice shot.

[But Steve's smiling more for his words than his aim.]

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[rangerandking]

{The double meaning isn't lost on him. He smiles down at the Locket, slowing the unicorn to a trot.}

I urge you to see it in person.

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[starspangled]

Sounds like an idea. One of my teammates used a bow back home. Somehow I doubt it's as easy as the two of you make it look, but I wouldn't mind trying.

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[menelluin]

Wise words, my friend. I have oft reminded my husband of such.

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[rangerandking]

Does he listen?

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[menelluin]

He knows that he should. [But no. He doesn't always listen.]

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[bondedgryphon]

[Zhaneel enjoyed exploring the vast Drabwurld, even if she avoided some of the darker and more threatening regions closest to Cart Scima. Daily her flights took her places unlike any she had even seen before upon Velgarth and showed her creatures beyond anything the Pelagirs could possibly offer.

Today, her flight carries her over the canopy of trees, wings fanned as she slowly (for her) skirted the limbs and leaves. It's the familiar sound of a bow that catches her ear and ear tufts flick in the direction of the sound. She changes course, catching sight of the mounted ranger as he rides away on his mount.

She glides overhead, following his path from above on wings that serve nearly as silently as an owls'. She catches sight of his bow, secured to his saddle, and thrums low in her chest.]

'Twas you I heard, then? Shooting a bow?

[Her voice carries down through the trees, lilting and curious. She isn't intending on startling he or his mount... she hadn't really intended to speak at all, so much as watch the pair.]

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[rangerandking]

{The unfamiliar voice draws his gaze upwards and he tilts his head, not quite sure if his eyes are playing tricks on him. She almost resembles one of the Eagles, yet there are noted differences and Aragorn can't help but slow Ehtyarion so he can have a better look at her. With one hand holding the reins, he gives her an honest answer:}

Your ears tell you the truth. {His features soften and he adds:} I would not aim an arrow at you, my lady. My weapons are meant orcs and other horrors this land has bred.

{Rangers are thoughtful hunters. They do not take from the land more than it can offer and, when the need for food rises, they kill only those animals that are full-grown and not meant to continue their species. If such prey can't be found, they eat that which the land provides - nuts, berries, various plants etc..}

[bondedgryphon]

[Zhaneel keeps up with the unicorn as its clipping along with ease, but as Aragorn draws his mount up to study the gryphon overhead it becomes more difficult than an easy glide. Honestly, a bird could only move so slowly through the air without losing altitude and a gryphon was no different. She waits for an opening in the trees and drops down through them, landing a bit heavily on the forest floor.

She shakes out her feathers, resettling her wings into place along her back.

Gryphon studies Ranger, even as he studies her. She did not see too many men mounted upon the unicorns of Drabwurld, as the creatures were particularly finicky about whom try granted such coveted permission to. And for her part, she knew there were not many gryphons about this world, either, leaving many quite curious and questioning toward her.

She thrums low in her chest, the sound something like a pure and yet different and inclines her head to Aragorn.]

I do appreciate the reassurance, my lord, though it was not a fear I found myself with. [In truth, there were times when Zhaneel should likely show more caution, like approaching an unknown figure with a bow, but they were deep in Seelie lands and she felt safe enough.]

I am called Zhaneel... might I ask your names? [She's learned enough about unicorns that she includes the creature in her question.]

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[silmarils]

.. I take it that things are well with you and with Arwen.

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[rangerandking]

We have a promising future laid out before us. I can ask for no more.

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[stillhope]

Wise words, melamin... [A beat as she gives a hint of a smile.] Though, I do hope I won't lose you to Ehtyarion and the wild for too long.

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[rangerandking]

I will return to you before sunset. {It's a solemn promise.} I wish to see the lands cleared of malicious specters.