Summer was oddly long that year. heat waves were harassing the Silvervales, again and again, and if theherd wasn't so annoyed by the heat, it was still sometimes difficult to handle. Shahidy, covered with a thick coat, had sometimes a little hard time, but it never really stopped him to do anything. Everyone was pretty much buzy here and there, so he had all his time to wander around freely. His friend Copper hesitated between become firedancer or herbalist, like his parents, so by waiting maybe he could help by finding some herbs ? it was never a waste anyway, everyone would enjoy some medicinal or tasty plants. Not that he really expected to really recognize them thought, he was really bad at it !
Nizak was bored... and hot. He was glad his fur wasn't as dark as some though. It wasn't as pale and pretty as he'd like, but it wasn't jet black either. The young stag made his way through the Vale, heading out towards the Silverwood. Maybe he'd find something-. Wait...
The return had been easier than expected. The path he made in the thorns was still there, and even if the crawling between them had been long, he didn’t collect as many scratches as the first time. Already the injuries were starting to heal, the blood dry on his dark skin. Soon, he knew, he would start to turn almost as pale as a doe, but for now he was still dark like the night and the dark red stains weren’t so visible. Sometimes guards would go see a princess to heal such injuries, but he would not. Even if his taint had been removed he was still looked down by a part of the herd, and he didn’t want to take the risk to be pushed down for so small pain. Probably he would just go see a herbalist of the herd, on the commoner’s side. They were always happy to see a guard around them.
The path was long. Sometimes he trotted, sometimes, when the trees were more spaced, he pushed to a soft galop to go faster, until the ground forced him to a trot or slower. He didn’t remember the herd was
Denzel was thinking, lost in his mind. He knew exactly what he was searching for, deep in the woods. All around him the lush forest was showing its best in this middle of spring , it was hot, the sky above the trees was blue, and everywhere birds were singing. It was wonderful, amazing, beautiful. Lots of fawnlings on these islands were killed to try to reach these beauties, from Blackwood to Okfern, but at that moment, Denzel was blind to it. He was focused on his task.
Since several years already his taint had been washed away, because he was now a guard. However, he still felt other fawnlings, other guards weren’t yet totally trusting him, and it was really painful. Did he hadn’t work hard enough to prove he was worth it? Never he had counted his hours, his days, and yet he still could feel on him the suspicious glare of the herd.
After days and days of thinking, he finally decided to try something at another level. In his childhood, before the death of his mother, she used to talk
Saintsaulieu was wandering in the forest, taking few time alone for once. He had the feeling the summer was oddly long this year, the warm and sunny days longer than usual. Maybe it was just because he was feeling good, and he enjoyed more the light thru the foliage. A small smile crossed his lips as he stretched his shoulder. It wasn't painful anymore, but he sometimes had the feeling of a pinch in his muscles. A reminder of his past, of the pain who seemed so far away now. His bright blue eyes followed a moment the flight of a bird. Oh he didn't really searched to flee anyone, his does and his children were lovely, he just felt the need to be alone from time to time. After all Lords were supposed to act to make the forest great right? but, by watching around, he had the feeling the forest didn't really needed him that day. Everything was green, beautiful, bathered in the gold light of the sun. He heard a noise. he wasn't efraid, so close of the main herd, few chance to