Green eyes find that the golden femme had indeed continued investigation. (gah idk what color eyes I’ve used for him before but I intend green, green forever more *facepalm*) They are but a small search party, but an efficient one he thinks. As they move ever deeper into the Chamber, the sound becomes more prominent, the thud beneath his hooves more distinct.
Though he had really no idea what it was they were looking for, or what they would even do when they found the source, Killdare was filled with an excitement nonetheless. Was it truly just a heart, somewhere deep in the Chamber? How was it still beating exactly? He had never heard the story before, so he was left to guess and assume. The blonde though, she seemed to know something. What was that she was rattling off behind him? He stops to turn and look at her, you know, really listen to what she is saying.
“So, it’s an actual heart or? What did he say exactly?” he questions after she recalls a conversation she once had with their Prince. That boy seemed to know a lot, about a lot. Killdare didn’t really have any concepts to the depth of his mind, he hadn’t really used his for much in the way of smarts. His gaze is trained on Engelsfors as she proceeds to speak, words bubbling up her throat and out her mouth. Such strange words coming from her, even in the short time they had known each other. She is looking rather taken aback as well when she finishes, nowhere to conceal her words or back track now. He was so very good at listening after all. “I agree, I want very much to be a part of it, at whatever cost. Perhaps we are becoming a part of it, in our own way.” He returns to moving forward, if slower this time, the trees growing much closer. Again they began to impede his progression, he had to be ever tactful now to carefully place his bulk against their beams.
“What purpose would that serve, a heart in the Chamber?” he speaks, though does not turn or stop to face her. He had never come this far into the wood, the air seemed suffocatingly thick, stale, and unpleasant. The ashes rose up in smoke beneath each step, spreading their tendrils into the atmosphere, their wake becoming like a fog. It was becoming increasingly difficult to see, the lack of light having done little for the regrowth of this particular area.