It's rabbit season - Erebor, diplomats

[Tiphon]

We danced with monsters through the night There's very little that slips past Tiphon. He is everywhere all at once; he's the air they breathe and the stream they drink. His body is the earth they live in as he somehow watches from everywhere and nowhere. He stretches himself thin when doing this, but Tiphon takes joy in seeing others roam his hills and brooks. There is serenity in seeing others smile and laugh amongst themselves after he has seen the extent of what destruction and dismay can reach. Being ever present, mixed with the outside scent of the Chamber, makes the mare like a blaring beacon. With enough energy channeled through him Tiphon casually materializes in front of her just as she rises to her feet and shakes away the grass. A brow lifts. "I guess you were overdue for a good roll," an airy chuckle slips past him as he curiously looks over her. Telling by the way she glances over her shoulder he assumes that company will be joining her, but on friendly terms seeing as she rolled rather than paraded in with war cries. The sunlight fans across them in sheets, illuminating his porcelain body while he introduces himself. "I'm Tiphon," the sense of protectiveness burns through him as he reminds himself of the children at play in the open fields behind him. "What brings you to the Dale?" Likely diplomats to discuss relationships, but he doesn't press the matter or assume. Tiphon infection and starlace

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