Korinne smiled softly as she made her way to the market, the autumn sun warm on her golden pelt. Ever since she had joined Lord Cedric’s glade life had been good to her - she had two beautiful daughters - both ladies - and enjoyed her work as hoofmaiden to the Lord and his Princess. In fact, today’s trip was all about the princess. She had heard Isidora speaking about wanting to have something to give to her fawn, something symbolic, and while she likely hadn’t intended for the hoofmaiden to go out of her way for this, she felt it was a good time to give something back. The walk from the glades was long but pleasant and she was a little tired when she arrived. So first she went and found something to drink. A vendor selling fruit juice was all too pleased to help her as she took a moment to figure out which stall to go to. But there were so many options, and in the end she decided to take a look around. Who knew what she might find? These merchants could be incredibly

Donovan It had been a long journey over the mountains, and had taken several days to recover, but finally Donovan had made his first journey outside of the herd in his new rank. He was even getting used to the area, making himself at home as it were. After all, he was not rushing back - he would be unable to cross the mountains again until spring now and needed to be able to fit in. The bar had been a good place to start. He’d met some rather drunk fawnlings and been able to get himself known by a small group. As far as the world knew, for now, he was Donovan the commoner. It gave him the best chance of finding that stag or doe ready to leave this unfair society behind. But today, he was heading elsewhere. The market called his name. He hadn’t even known that there was a market until that night in the bar, and now he took the long walk across the herd, keeping his head down and out of trouble as he sought the chance to trade. The glass beads that Kierra had made him were safely stored

Freya Her heart was breaking with each step away from the glade, a part of her all too aware of the fate she left her dear friend and ward to. Even with moons of warning, she could barely cope with the truth of the current situation. Yet she could not turn back… She could not comfort Linelle until the end. Instead, she had to carry on - she could not let this destroy her. Tears streaked her face as she walked onwards, leading the way through the glenwood and away from this place, taking back routes so as to avoid the patrols on the way to her new home. She glanced backwards to Finnian who carried the two tiny fawns on his back and she tried to smile. At least they were not alone, and there was no denying the stag’s dedication. He would have done anything for Linelle… Anything, even if that meant allowing her to die. Finnian The walk was silent, but for the fall of their hooves on the ground. Neither of the fawnlings had much to say to one another, nor would have been able to word the