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Legolas
Uneasily, almost reluctantly, he spins around to see that winged creature take off for the sky in a split second. Why would it be following him thus, and for what reason this persistence? The vision of Steeplewood Forest creeps back to his mind and he replays the scenes that remain entrenched in his memory ~ So heartachingly, hauntingly, enchantingly beautiful... ~ At this, he glances to see Sorsha's surprised but unworried face. If anything, she seems amused and he knows how she wishes she could touch the bird's feathers to stroke them.
Only time will reveal the intention of the bird... strange as it sounds. Looking around, he realises that he does not really care about the group dynamics taking place. Perhaps it is part of Sorsha's magic, to draw him away from all other matters.
He smiles to himself wryly, accepting his fate, and continuing to be the passive observer.
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