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Provocations and PatrolsProvocations and Patrols by MelonHeadGirl
Summer, Year 759 of the New Age
South Glenmore, near Ridgeback Range
Nira snorted softly as she paused by a large group of bushes and snatched a few blue berries before grabbing a few mouthfuls of grass. Her reason for coming to Glenmore, a charm made from a river cobble she had traded for dangled from her neck. It wouldn't make her completely resistant to an Oakfern's water abilities, but it would certainly help, that much was positive.
Her few weeks in Glenmore, with it's large food supply and good grazing, had caused her to fill out and for the first time in her life her ribs weren't visible. She felt good; strong. More so than she ever had. How she'd managed to avoid all guards or any Glenmore except for Huisha, she really wasn't sure but she certainly wouldn't complain. She could easily make it to the foothills of the Ridgeback Range before nightfall and begin crossing them in the morning if she wanted, but she was taking her time to get as much to eat as she could. Sh
Snow RaceWinter, Year 758 of the New AgeSnow Race by MelonHeadGirl
Silverthorne, The Silver Vale
The little hind bounced about in the puffy white stuff blanketing the ground. Her mother had called it snow. Apparently it was like frozen bits of rain that had been made into beautiful flakes as they fell to the earth.
Although Erka enjoyed romping through it while her mother foraged, she felt oddly bored and lonely. She stopped and looked around for a playmate. There were some other does and fawns in the area. Who to choose?
Flynt pulled a face at the cold stuff around his hooves. Mother called it snow, but so far he wasn’t enjoying it much. The other fawns seemed to love it, rolling around in it or spraying their friends with a well timed tail-flick, but Flynt merely stood still, slowly feeling his feet go numb.
A dark red-brown filly was bounding about nearby, and Flynt watched her lazily, flicking his tail at her happy squealing. He was the same age as many fawns, but was never re
ReunifiedIt had been many weeks since Aytan's life had seemed so peaceful. He had been posted to guard the King for a couple of days, which essentially meant he got to stand in the glade, occasionally moving a few steps as Drustan moved around talking to various stags and does. It was pleasantly warm, and cotton-fluff clouds drifted lazily across a gleaming blue sky, bathing all of Glenmore in light. Aytan yawned, flicking his tail lazily while debating if he could get away with taking a nap on the job.Reunified by MelonHeadGirl
But no, Drustan was suddenly moving away again, towards the charred roots of the old oak, where Captain Lonán was already stood, as though waiting for something. The two started talking and Aytan settled nearby with a sigh, cocking a back hoof and letting his eyelids droop; the two stags would surely be in conversation for some time.
A wave of gasps from the main herd a few minutes later sent Aytan's head up, and he followed the gaze of the many to the treeline, fully prepared to charge at
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