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Sooo, I used DAs colors for the image, was really fun, sorry for the long read, this time from Sil's point of view :heart:


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Lady Gwenaelle and Silvanus

Summer, Year 760 of the New Age

Loch Kerr, Glenmore
(1033 words)


It had been days since I had seen that small golden doe and she had never left my thoughts. She was odd, telling me she didn’t care that I was here, telling me she didn’t care if I was a blackwood raider. I had come to the conclusion that she was either stupid or very naive, neither sounded like good qualities really. Despite this I was curious, though maybe I shouldn’t have been there were so many glenmores at the lake now and it made me very nervous.

Ahh, there she was, despite all the pretty cream does at the lake she was the only one with a golden coat. I was watching from deep in the treeline, and it was hard to see through all the brush, I hoped it would keep me hidden as well. Who was she talking to? A small burnt gold and white colt, he was certainly odd looking. She treated him with love, something that confused me greatly for I had only felt it once in my youth. As she continued talking with him my eyes drifted to the other fawnlings I could see, there were many young fawns here all creamy and light. I suppose glenmore thought it was good to be creamy just like Silverthorne. Disgusted I involuntarily snorted quite loudly, worried I quickly twitched my ears forward to pick up any sound of approach.

What I heard how ever surprised me,” Go play with Han son.” Her voice, I almost missed it but it confirmed that the odd colt was hers. She was so young to have a fawn; her movement pulled me out of my thoughts, she was coming towards me. Cautious, looking back to see if any noticed, then she darted up the hill toward me. Fear gripped my heart and I bolted, trying my best to be silent. She was following and when she thought we were far enough away she called out,” Wait!

I couldn’t help sliding to a stop and huffing from the exertion of running so far. My eyes were glued to her, worried that she would be like all the rest, a lair. She kept her distance and her eyes were full of, of what? I had never seen this emotion before,” What do you want?” I growled and she took a step back, but there was a warm smile on her face.

I wanted to see if you were okay, we didn’t get to talk much last we met.

Are you stupid or something?” Her ears flicked back, now that was an emotion I knew.

Er, no. I know I should be afraid of you, or hate you, or something. Mother told about Blackwood raiders.” She paused and that smile came back,” But they are just stories, no one could truly want to hurt another.” I looked at her thoughtfully so she was very very naive.

There was silence between us and I couldn’t bring myself to look at her,” You’re not Blackwood are you.” She said it as a fact not a question and all I could do was shake my head. The hell was up with this doe, she practically had me weak at the knees for her.

A sudden movement from her had me glaring daggers and quickly she went back to her place. She seemed almost afraid but that damn smile never left her, huffing in annoyance I stepped a bit away, being around someone was unnerving.

Who are you then?” Her voice was like honey.

I glared at her once again,” Why do you care.

I think its quite plain this won’t be the last time we meet.” My eyes softened and a worry wriggled in, she was right, unless something happened to drive us away I could feel something familiar starting. This little doe was so much like Aeroth, so much that it hurt.

I’m Silvanus of Silverthorne.” She smiled so brightly at that.

Pleasant to meet you Silvanus, I am Lady Gwenaelle of Glenmore.” She did a bow.

Lady? is that a tittle or are your parents bad at naming?” She laughed, it was like the tingling of breaking ice, beautiful.

It’s a title, in Glenmore there are three of rankings for does, commoners, royals, and princesses. Princesses are the only does in the whole Isles that have light magic, they are very highly valued here.” I didn’t think I really needed the whole speech, but knowing this was interesting. My mother had always told me Glenmore does were little better than pretty objects, but I had always known her to be heartless.

She found it interesting that I didn’t know of glenmore and began telling me of how the herd worked and about their god. I had never believed in any gods, they all seemed worthless. When she picked up on my distaste she told of a princess that had been blessed by their god and now had feathers growing over her coat. It sounded like a story, but if I ever got a chance to see this doe it would certainly be a life changer.

Gwen was certainly one for talking, she seemed to love the sound of her own voice, but I couldn’t blame her there. She began to tell me about the strange colt I had seen her with, mostly because I had asked. She told me he was the kings son, which freaked me out, how could a doe so young be infatuated with a king. I didn’t know at the time that Glenmore worked so differently than what I had known in Silverthorne.

She could have kept talking, but the light was dying in the sky and she had been gone for some time. I was the first to rise from where we had been resting, she smiled and followed suit. I felt awkward, having never really said goodbye to anyone,” Wel-

Will I see you again?” She seemed worried that we wouldn’t meet again.

I won’t be stalking you at the lake side, no, but if you wish to find you can try.” She bounced happily at that and moved closer, but I wasn’t ready for that and quickly moved back.

Goodbye.
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Shotechi's avatar
Oooh I love the dynamics between them °U°
"Are you stupid or something?" xDDDD pfffff