Early Spring, Year 767 of the New AgeGlenmore, in Ather’s Hollow
Featuring Accalon, Failthe, Almarea, Alailte, Arfailon, Aquila, Anira, Dulbhach, Alistaire, Aaliyah, Lilith, Cessair, Vega, Eun, Aailen, Ariadne, Haymitch, Odett, Ivo, Greystone, Rhodri, Gawain, Cyllessil, Prendergast II, Nebuchadnezzar, Arcturus, Rhonwen, Branwyn, Theon, Dunstan, Qupsick Dark, Xylia, Lurette, Nuallan, Celestin, Amadeo
Featuring Accalon, Failthe, Almarea, Alailte, Arfailon, Aquila, Anira, Dulbhach, Alistaire, Aaliyah, Lilith, Cessair, Vega, Eun, Aailen, Ariadne, Haymitch, Odett, Ivo, Greystone, Rhodri, Gawain, Cyllessil, Prendergast II, Nebuchadnezzar, Arcturus, Rhonwen, Branwyn, Theon, Dunstan, Qupsick Dark, Xylia, Lurette, Nuallan, Celestin, Amadeo
Lord Accalon
The blue Lord smiled at his eldest, pride swelling his chest as the young stag beamed back at him, all smooth lines and well-earned strength. Around them, the ground was littered with lush petals like snow, fruits of the season pushed into bloom by the young Lord’s magic; remnants of Callion’s display of strength for his father’s approval.
As Callion turned with a warm smile to be jostled by his excited younger siblings, Accalon turned to the attendees and nodded once, a curt greeting, though the sharpness of his eyes and mouth was softened by the small smile of pride that kept trying to return to his face.
“Family, friends… strangers looking for entertainment…” Wry humour twisted at the large stag’s face before he continued on with a regal tip of his head. “I bid you welcome, and I thank you for joining me today on this auspicious occasion.” He paused, looking out across the sea of faces -- some familiar, some not -- before continuing. “I won’t bore you with long words. But as a very proud father, I ask that you feast well and enjoy the hospitality of my home while you are here.” With that, Accalon inclined his head to a few of the closer Lords he saw before turning away.
With the blue Lord’s blessing, the festivities were well and truly begun. Accalon’s eldest sons, Callion and Adail, swiftly took off into the crowd, mingling happily with those who stopped to offer their congratulations. Music and conversation swelled and, from where he had paused to inspect the leafy walls of his home, Accalon smiled and pushed his magic out, making the budding flowers on the branches of his den’s foundations bloom brightly, casting their sweet perfume over the crowd.
Guardsman Alistaire
It had been a full two seasons since the dark guards attack, he was healing well, the wound over his eyes but a thin line of pink skin under dark fur. The lost fuzz of his body returning almost as quickly as it had left… but unfortunately to the brooding stags dismay he found his broken shoulder had taken longer to heal then he had hoped; he was on light duties till he could show he was fully healed in both Failthé’s eyes and Accalon's which made him a little mopey, his bones still feeling weak with each limping step he took
Slowly and delicately he made his way around the edge of his Lord's party dipping his head to anyone who made any eye contact with him. As he moved he found himself seeking out little Alailte, the Beautiful golden hind had visited him almost every day of his recovery and if it hadn't been for her he would have gone mad; in his search he passed the eyes of Accalon after he’d addressed his guests, the blue Lord wearing a small and gentle smile that was quite the rare sight giving Alistaire's own lips the slightest upturn as he inclined his head in the greatest respect
He hadn't wanted to rest, but he'd insisted on attending this party and the sight of Alailte was enough to show it was worth being there for. As he reached his destination at the furthest edge of the glade he found himself the right distance from the festivities, close enough incase he was needed but far enough that he could observe under his allocated ‘Light’ duties, ringed ears on their natural swivel. Apart from the laughter in the air everything seemed fine, however he had yet to see the dark roan of Accalon's father appear… perhaps his sickness had been too much for him this night?
Minstrel Lilith
The pale curled hind would have been far along into her pregnancy by now with only a month to go, but the temptation to entertain a mass party was overflowing with temptation. If it wasn’t asked of her, one may never know the minstrel was even pregnant; she was known for not being a shower, even when she was pregnant with twins. There may bit a bit more girth to her midsection, but pregnancy itself was nothing that would stop her from making an appearance at a well respected Lord’s party for his son.
Even her attitude was improved, well.. For the most part. She glowed with pregnancy, and it seemed to improve her mood just enough that she was not actively snapping at any dark stag or any dark fawnling in general for being too close. Her curled locks had been tended to early that morning, fresh flowers adorned her and even her curled coat looked more exquisite than usual. She would offer her congratulations to the young Lord when it was appropriate to do so, but for now set up in a corner a place that she could sing merry tunes to a small group.
The curled doe knew her place, despite her high and mighty attitude, and would not set up something larger unless asked by the Lord himself or one of his staff. For now, she was happy to entertain the drinking guests, entertaining them with folk songs that were merry and could even spark up a sing along.
Her frame laid out relaxed as she began, her voice sweet but strong; she was known for her ability to draw you in like a siren calling you from the water. A few 'familiar' faces from her slightly younger days were apparent in the small group that drank and listened near her, and it was no doubt by the recognition on their faces they remembered the time when she accompanied her tunes with dance. “Later! Just drink and be merry now. “ Her expression was slightly stiff, yet her voice was kept light and jovial as she shrugged off the request.
Let them drink, let them be merry and let them let her do her job.
Florist Cessair
Small dark and delicate hooves brought forth an almost frail looking dark doe, who may have been the epitome of ugliness if the soft curls in her fur did not save her somewhat from disgrace, her ears swiveling back and forth on their axis as she hesitated. Entertainers were welcomed, she’d heard, and yet she felt outcasted by her color. Still, it was an opportunity to show why the Crowned prince has chosen her as part of his staff, and she would not let him down. And so, here she was.
Long hair and tail were freshly brushed and adorned with her own magic made plants ranging from succulents to large blooms of flowers, rich in color, gold painted vines and wooden clasps holding her hair in its signature place. The doe had even gone so far as to take her golden paint and do a thin striking line under her eyes; to help brighten them. Still, she felt out of place and her lips were pulled into a frown.
A flower arrangement that to her seemed lacking drew her attention and despite the warnings in her mind Cessair approached and began to fiddle with it, sprouting new flowers here and there, vines creeping to hold the now heavier and larger display aloft while the hind continued to fiddle, running her tongue over her canines as she did when concentrating hard. She did the same to a few more, before coming to the realization that there seemed to be someone behind her, the soft curled hair on the back of her neck seeming to straighten and raise, a worried but plastered smile upon her lips as she slowly turned her head to look. And true to her suspicion, someone was.
With an audible “Eeeep!!” Cessair mis-stepped and trampled their hoof, embarrassment and dread flooding her system. “I’m so sorry, Sir, about your hoof and-and about the flower arrangements!” Yes, keep up your stammering excuses that’s the way to go. “They just looked so bare and- Well you see I’m a florist and minstrel for Prince Riddick and- well I couldn’t just leave them bare..” Eventually she drawled off, eyes wide at her own rambling before looking to the ground. She was a social failure, that much was evident. It was her first true royal party, and now she looked like an incompetent fool compared to her usual mopey self. “My apologies, Sir... “
Sneaky-sneaker Vega
Well this seemed downright interesting. Course it would also take a little planning. As a mere commoner, the pale doe would have to do her utmost best to keep her status on the low. Thankfully, she was dainty enough and pale enough to easily pass off as a Royal.
After eyeing those around in silent observation she shifted forward and into the Hallow--all the while holding her breath in the hopes she wouldn't blow her cover.
Lord Aailen
It had been mere seasons since Aailen had lost his eldest son, to him it felt like years… for the first few days he had been barely able to function but from them on he had been in such a hateful rage everyone seemed to be terrified of him even his hoofmaidens, Verya had been hired not too long ago and seemed to try to understand but Nyssa and Valeiu… both had been avoiding him like the plague, Val he understood but Nyssa?, he wasn't that scary was he?. Plucking up what decent expression he could he dared show his face at his cousin's special event, a rare thing, with Ariadne at his side he felt like he could try to get past the pain… even giving the odd little smile as a relative passed by
His uncle was in attendance with his young family, friends, guards and even the strange little pale minstrel Lillith were all present so he needed to show his face at least a little while. With a heavy sigh and hard pain growing in his guts he made his way forward towards his family, seeking out Callion first, “Congratulations boy” he stated, giving a slight dip of his head, “your father and I expect great things from you”, as the younger stag smiled up at him he made his passing, tensing as he noticed his Princess was not at his side… anger bubbled up in his chest for a moment as he cursed himself for losing her. He needed her magic more than he cared to admit and at the state he was in he needed her quickly, his toes digging hard into the ground as he searched for her familiar spotted pelt, ‘Ari…’ he thought desperately as his frown grew heavier and heavier
Princess Ariadne
She had accompanied Aailen after all she had promised to be buy his side for certain events and since Accalon had showed up at the betrothal and was a significant friend to Aailen she went with him. Not sure whether she was there for show or for them to announce the fawn or for support as the event unravel she will know sooner or later she did not mind being his princess and appearing to show off it meant she met fawnlings she would not. She spent the event walking here and there chatting with fawns and mingling occasionally glowing but not as much.
Young Lady Airlia
Airlia squirmed happily at her father's side, her tail tip flicking around in excitement as she took in the different sounds and scents around her. This was amazing, she'd never been to a party before and dad had brought her! Although… she did have to promise the dark stag that she wouldn't wander too far from him. She supposed she was okay with that.
For now anyways.
Feeling her father start forward Airlia padded after, making sure her cheek remained rubbing against Knox's foreleg so she could keep to his side. As the two of them walked, she tilted her head upwards slightly, "Dad," her tail tip flicked, "Do you think Alhan will be here?" She asked, a spark of curiosity lighting her tone.
Lady Almárëa & Young Lady Anira
“Keep up my sweets.” The smokey doe cooed to the small stampede of hooves which followed her. “We need to give your brother our congratulations. This is a grand day for him!” She informed, smiling as eyes looked up at her. Anira tilted her head, ears flopping to the side a little.
“Mimi...what does all this mean? Will Kili have a party like this some day?” She gasped, ears perking back up. “Will I get a party like this?” She asked as Alma smiled sweetly.
“No my sweet girl, not quite. You can’t train with the guard, only our boys can. So yes, one day, Killi will leave and grow nice and strong just like his brothers.” She nodded, looking over to her stern son who she had made sure pay close attention to the event. It was a great, mighty honor and he would get to look forward to it.
Spotting the young lord, she smiled, shooing Anira to him who went bounding over excitedly to her half brother. She figured her energy and joy would be a nice balance to all the stern, serious words he was receiving.
“Before the evening is done...you should go and speak to your father Aquila. Inform him you respect these traditions and look forward to taking them up yourself. I think it would bring him much joy.” She hummed, giving his cheek a nuzzle before letting her eyes wander to her mate. She still planned to speak to him herself when time allowed it.
Young Lord Aquila
Aquila followed beside his mother and sister, watching them whisper together with his usual detached expression. He listened to their soft words with half an ear, preferring to carefully watch all the strangers in his home, before his mother’s slightly raised voice and the mention of his name made him refocus on them. Humming non-committally, the dark colt caught his mother’s gaze for a moment, shifting slightly at her soft smile and gentle eyes, before his attention was caught once again -- this time by the passing of Lord Callion, his oldest brother.
He hadn’t seen much of the older buck despite their shared blood -- unlike Adail, the younger of the two eldest, Callion hadn’t returned to Ather’s Hollow much during his time with the guard. And when he did, his time was spent with his father and Adail -- occasionally even with Alailte and Arfailon and Anira. But never with him.
As Anira went running over to happily greet Callion, Aquila remained pointedly by his mother’s side, a wordless rebellion. Thankfully, his mother didn’t seem to notice his disapproval; instead, she used the time to talk to him privately, leaning down to nuzzle him affectionately. Aquila’s expression remained unsmiling and his sharp gaze remained on where Anira was now chatting happily at the amused Callion, but he willingly turned into his mother’s nuzzle, pressing his face into hers.
“I will find father,” he agreed, dark eyes still set on his eldest brother. “And I will tell him that I will make him prouder than Callion or Adail or anyone ever could.”
Lady Almárëa
She still struggled to figure out where her sons stony facade came from, shocked such a young fawn could already be so serious. She knew he would have prefered her take him just as seriously as he put out but he was and would always be her little boy. She giggled again as he stood so proud, watching in as his sister erupted in playful energy and sibling snuggles.
When he mentioned his father she gave him another nuzzle to straighten his poofy mane.
“When things settle down..” She reasoned. “I’m sure everyone in sight is bombarding him with compliments and congratulations. But I’m sure he will be thrilled to hear that from you.” It made her own heart swell with pride when he spoke like that. He was so determined to be the absolute best that he could...
Lord Greystone
It was quite the affair. Greyson stayed in the audience, watching as the young lord accepted his newly given title and acceptance into his father’s line. He couldn’t imagine having to work so hard to earn such praise, he almost felt….spoiled. His brother had given up everything to be a full time guard so the legacy of his house had just...sort of fallen to him.
He took his time as he moved around the glade to offer a smile or firm nod to those he met. Of course, he took a moment out of his wanderings to congratulate the newly titled Lord Callion before seeking out others to speak to.
He spotted several faces he knew, Lord Aailen for one. He knew he needed to find the host of the event, Aailens cousin Accalon and introduce himself but seeing how heavily attended the event was, perhaps his timing was a touch poor.
Lord Rhodri & Guardsman Gawain
“Lord Rhodri are you sure you want to go? Your nephew did say that you should only travel when you need to…” Gawain asked as she trailed behind the mostly blind lord.
“Yes - I can not hide myself away all season; my children need to be seen with their father and I refuse to let others think less of because of what happened. Blind or not - I am going.”
Gawain just sighed as he followed the stag, not really wanting to go himself.
Rhodri kept his head high as that got nearer the glade - years of trailing the Royal Glades had cemented the main paths to and from different glades in his mind, so the little vision he did have was all he needed. Plus he was sure that Gawain would raise his voice if they did take a wrong turn. He dropped his head slightly as he looked back towards his eldest son and his young undermaiden trailing after him. Rholite had just reached his second year this season, and was growing well - it was time for him to show his face somewhat in the royal crowds, but he was still somewhat lax on him. Another year and he’d be old enough to understand a bit better. Following close behind was Cyllessil, now in her first year of life but already very beautiful - he let out a smile, time had flown since she had been born.
The small group entered the Royal stag’s glade, a light smile gracing the retired count is face as he said his hellos - Gawain trailing at the sides of the glade, and Rholite not far from his side.
Princess Cyllessil
Cyllessil trailed after her father, not quite sure of what was going on. She had flowers on her head and her mane and tail had been done up with tiny braids. The flowers were a bit itchy on her head but she did as her papa said and didn’t rub them off. However her woes of itchiness were forgotten the moment they drew close enough to hear the lilting roar of many fawnlings interacting with one another.
Her eyes widened as she openly gaped as they entered the glade, her vision swarmed with what at first seemed a solid moving mass of multicolored beings. However upon further inspection she realized there was simply many fawnlings, not one great big one. The energy and general happiness around the glade was nearly tangible, it’s intoxicating warmth catching her young eye. Cyll giggled softly to herself as her feet carried her away from her father’s shadow.
She wandered around the glade, minding her manners just enough to keep from causing any uproars though most would find her entirely endearing given the gobsmacked expression hadn’t moved an inch from her face. She had a particular love of listening to the pale minstrel, dancing slightly where she stood and following a few of the minstrel’s graceful moves.
Lord Prendergast II & Young Duke Arcturus
A pale stag appeared at the mouth of the glade, stark and bright against the leafy foliage of the home and the entourage that entered with him. They were somewhat late, having been subject to Praxis’ rather slow walking pace -- an unfortunate side-effect of his condition -- but they were finally there and, hopefully, afforded some leeway by virtue of the pale Lord’s familial links to the host.
Beside him, Zatar remained close, her dark pelt making her seem almost like a shadow against his side, her dark eyes watchful over his movements, far more tuned to any pain that might ail him than he ever could be. Following close behind were Rhonwen and Branwyn, the little filly still clinging shyly to her mother’s tail, the pale Sinra, and the guards. Duilfaro had begged her absence, not wishing to be seen by quite so many members of the society that had once scorned, and Praxis had quietly let her remain behind, with the grizzled Berr offering to stay back and take care of her during his Lord’s absence.
Praxis looked around with his usual easy smile, his pale gaze catching all the activities going on in the large communal den. It was quite a bit more populated than usual, to say the least, and the unusual Lord could only smile to himself as his mind supplied an image of his no-doubt frazzled cousin. Praxis was about to turn back to his group to gently chivvy them off to find their own pursuits for the evening, but he was startled by the sudden brusque appearance of a pale pink fawn at his side, all sharp angles and disdain. “Why are we here,” the colt demanded, his voice sharp and cutting despite his soft appearance.
Praxis sighed and leaned down to gently fuss at the colt’s pale curls, ignoring the grumbles and pinned ears. “Well, I am here to celebrate my cousin’s son’s achievement,” Praxis said, smiling softly in the face of his son’s prickliness, “You, I hope, are here to make friends.”
As the pink colt snorted and looked away, Praxis straightened up and turned back to face his little group. “Right, do enjoy yourselves, everyone. There is no need to remain by my side; I assure you I am not likely to get up to much trouble in such an enclosed location,” he added a tad dryly, flicking his eyes over his overprotective guards and the silver black doe at his side before he went on, nodding to a corner where there seemed to be refreshments. “I will be over there, if you need me. Nezzar, would you like to come meet my cousin? I don’t believe you’ve met him yet.”
With a small, secretive smile to the lilac guard that had moved closer to him, Praxis gave a brief goodbye nuzzle to Rhonwen and Zatar, noisily kissing his daughter’s pale cheek (and avoiding a nip from his mercurial son) before moving off to find Accalon.
Guardsman Nebuchadnezzar
His heart was beating like he had run a race. Ow, he really didn’t liked this kind of parties, yet Praxis had almost dragged him to this place. He sure would have done it if his condition would allow it. So now the large Lilac stag, towering over most of the rest of the group, was following the pale stag to the party, which seemed to go about a young Lord getting his official title.
Nezzar had to look around when he saw all the others chatting happily, fawn playing around and does gossiping about the latest rumours. Praxis quickly demanded that his entourage would enjoy themselves and Nezzar was in fact planning to keep an eye on that weird son of the pale Lord. Yet before he could move, praxis called him to his side, asking him to join him to meet his Cousin.
“Of course, My Lord.” He said with a quick dip and with a quick jump, he placed himself next to the pale Lord, being some sort of all between him and the rest, making that no other could accidentally bump up against the frail stag. Yet Nezzar was now wondering if his heart was now beating because he was nervous … or because he was walking so closely to the pale stag?
Rhonwen & Lady Branwyn
“Pretty nice party,” Rhonwen said under her breath, without any sarcasm. She walked next to Lord Prendergast II, his entourage providing her and her daughter a break from all the fawns swarming around the place. The little golden filly had started to speak, if only short sentences at a time, and she had plenty to say about what was going on around her.
“It is loud,” the little filly peeped, looking up to her mother with big brown eyes.
“Very loud, little Bran,” the red doe replied, giving her daughter a nuzzle on the head. As Praxis nuzzle Rhonwen, she felt her heart stir. Even still, after living together for over a year, it was still there. She watched on as he gave Branwyn a sloppy kiss. The golden doeling squealed in delight; her father brought out the loud and spunky side of her, and she bristled with excitement whenever he doted on her.
After he had moved to find Accalon, Rhonwen looked around. Very few that she knew, very few that would speak her to. She had access to this glade because of her relationship to Prendergast, but otherwise was nothing but a darker-than-usual commoner doe. All the same, as she moved through the crowds, she saw some look at her daughter. Gold and pale, just what would be expected of a Lord’s daughter. They would look at her, the mother, and give a nod of approval.
“I never expected this to be your coming out, little Bran,” Rhonwen said to her daughter, “But it’s shaping up to be that way.”
“Mummy,” Branwyn pipped, “Why no apples?”
Rhonwen paused, glancing around quickly. There WERE no fermented apples here! Perhaps good, considering her family was the best in the business, but that meant there would be nothing to keep her ‘occupied’ during the party.
“You are right, my dear. No apples in sight!”
“What a silly party, with no apples,” Branwyn giggled.
“Let’s go find someone to play with, shall we?” Rhonwen said, as she looked around for any young colts or fillies to play with, and parents to talk to…
Sneaky-sneaker Vega
The arrival of his Lord Prendergast didn't go unnoticed by the pale doe--rather she took it in stride and used that vague moment of distraction to move to a less ‘occupied’ spot where she then settled to do some silent observing. Lords. Ladies. Their guards and anyone else who accompanied them didn't escape her gaze.
If anyone looked her way she would simply smile and give a faint nod of acknowledgement before resuming her looking around. She was still wary however, keeping a keen ear up should anybody approach her for any form of conversation.
The excited and happy sequel of a filly had the pale hind looking up at an almost breakneck pace, eyes wide and ears flagged before the initial surprise faded into an amused look. “She is rather enjoying herself.” came Vega’s amused laugh, a slender leg now raising upwards from its folded position only to be pressed to her mouth in a stifling manner.
'Good way not to draw attention to yourself, Vega. Very good going.'
Minstrel Lilith
The curled minstrel was in the midst of a break after her extended songs, enjoying the sweetness of a fruited drink after singing a good few tunes before her throat was as parched as a desert. She’d offered a small rare smile to a little hind she’d noticed enjoying her voice once she had finished, chuckling softly before exiting for the moment. Lips curled mid growl and a retort was upon her tongue as another fawnling of male gender was slowly growing on her nerves when a pale figure was seen from the corner of her gaze. It was no doubt the pale Lord Prendergast, the Lord she had given her third fawn to after coaxing him with a tune. The hind nodded to herself before hissing at the offending fawnling to her right with a growled “Do you mind??”. They were too close into her personal space, and their non-stop chatting was beginning to offend her ears.
With a look of cold daggers Lilith soon turned her attention back to the crowd to search for her son, who would be 'debuting' himself at this party unwillingly by appearing. Or at least, if he was even here. With a haughty snort of indignation, the curled hind nearly found herself storming through the mass to find the little cold before she spotted his curled head just shy of the Lord’s flank. Good. It was clear by the look on his face, the pale colt was not exactly pleased but he’d just have to suck it up now, wouldn’t he? She’d casually linger by after some time as any good mother should do, as with this newest pregnancy her new Lord’s glade had quite literally become 'home' in the recent months and she had not made the effort to visit Arcturus. Well she’d solve that later. Let him mingle and show himself off before Mom came to lighten up the party.
With a contented nod and a flick of her tail against her softly rounded and slightly jiggly belly, Lilith returned to her sweetened drink to enjoy the few moments of peace from having to stand and sing, even finding herself privy to receiving a fairly rare item that seemed to be lacking at this party; apples, something she’d been craving like a horrendous pig the last few weeks.
Hoofmaiden Aaliyah
Oh god… oh dear. Aaliyah had been at her Princesses side the whole while as they prepared for the celebration for Lord Callion, she had helped prepare, set up and everything else but oh dear god now that the festivities had started there were so many royals and and other things it was almost too much for the blood marred hind to take. Slowly, ever so slowly as each second ticked by she found herself inching ever closer to Failthé’s side, the Princesses calm and gentle composer assisting just slightly to ease her mind.
But no matter what she did there was no stopping the increase of breath that came to her then, the hyperventilation making her almost hide behind the Palomino, “M-My Lady… p-please may I g-go?”, the shake to her voice and fear in her eyes would have been enough to make anyone's heart melt in worry. Aaliyah had hoped her dark scarred guard would show his face to sweep her away from all the going ons but he'd yet to show his face that's if he even would; once she got her ladies blessing she would slink off to hide till everything was done
Princess Failthe & Lord Arfailon
Fai was always surprised how many Fawnlings would come to Acca’s invitations. It was another overwhelming experience. And that also seemed to be for her hoofmaiden, who almost hid under her belly. The shy hoofmaiden asked stuttering to leave her charge’s side.
“Of course you may. Please be back at my den when the party's over, so I can go to bed. I will be fine now, my mate is around.” She gave a gentle smile to the hoofmaiden, before she raised her head again to take the place she was granted.
Proud as she was, being Lord Accalons betrothal, she walked around with her youngest fawn at her side, Lord Arfailon. The red colt was looking in aw when the tree started to bloom and Fai saw his eyes sparkle. She smiled and gave a quick nuzzle through his manes.
“One day you have to do that to.”
The colt looked up, somewhat surprised and smiled. “I will, Momma.” He said before he nuzzled her back.
His mother had told him he had to be proud today and show himself as the young Lord he was. The former shy colt was slowly turning into a gentle buck now that he saw more of the Royal society.
When Lord Callion passed them, Fai greeted him with a dip of her head. “I am proud of you, Callion. My your future life be grand and bright.” The young Lord smiled and nodded by in respect before he looked at his younger sibling and gave him a gentle smile.
“Now, let’s look for your sister, Arfai. I can already guess where she is gonna be.”
Captain Theon
Theon was never a stag who’d often be seen in such events and parties, not even when he had his lord title was he never seen at parties. But now as a Captain, he thought he should at least show his face for a few moments to give his congratulation as least. He couldn’t say he knew the family well, but knew they pushed their young sons to train and run with the guards before they grew up - so at least saying his thanks might keep them sweet.
He had his way as smoothly as possible through the already bubbling crowds of royals and commoners alike that had gathered in the glade - a move that is hard for a stag of his build. Lucky the stag like all the others had shed their antlers for the rut, giving them more much needed room to jangle with the crowds.
As he talked to one of the many lords, out of the corner of his eye he spotted the familiar grey and red pelt of a doe scuttling with some heist out of the glade. He let his half ripped ear, before he said his thanks and followed the path of the doe.
Hoofmaiden Aaliyah
With her lady's word she scurried from the glade, dipping around a clump of trees to be able to hide from everything. Dropping to her rump at the roots of a twisted tree she gave a defeated sigh, unhappy with how she had acted… ‘My lady must think me pathetic’ she thought to herself, pinning her ears back against her head. Ever so gently as she mulled over her thoughts, she began to remove her creamy locks from their lightly braided place on her neck, a smile coming to her lips as the mass of silky hair fell down to cover her bloodied shoulders
It was a relief to hide the horrible marks on her shoulders from everyone but she still hated the horrible mark on her face. It wasn't long till a familiar dark figure peeked in on her vulnerable position, his scarred face and gentle smile enough to make her herself smile in return, “Theon!”, she stated happily, rising to her hooves to greet him, “I didn't think you'd come to My Lord’s party…”, she scuffed a hoof and cast her eyes away for a moment, “but I'm glad you did, it's nice to see you again!”
Young Lord Dunstan
Having wandered from his father, Lord Pietro, the dark Lordling tottered around the crowds. He was amongst family, albeit distant family, and he was assumed to be safe there with all of the guards and strong stags around. Everyone was so tall… and proper! His kingdom was one of grace and prestige, that was for certain. The little colt could recognize by the way the Lords looked at him, nodding in approval, that he had something that they liked. The little colt grew simple daisies at his feet as he walked, listening carefully to everyone around him.
There were many colts around, but would any of them want to meet or play? Dunstan did not know, but the best way to find out was to jump right in! He bleated out at the other colts around his size, inviting them to come closer...
Lord Haymitch
Yet he wasn’t going alone as usual. His own princess, pregnant of their second fawn was at his side. He wouldn’t even think about it to leave her at home while he would party around. She had her choice of course, to stay at home, but he knew she was happy when she could visit somewhere else.
He turned his head towards the pale princess and gave her a quick kiss.
Princess Odett
Odett smiled up at him loving his kisses and nodded softly “ok my love.. I will, and don't worry so much.. You know i will be fine. I wouldn't ever do anything to risk our fawn… “ she smiled and replied to him. This was the first time she was having a second fawn with a lord, and she was so happy it was with him. She almost couldn't stop glowing now every time she thought about it. She snuggled him a little and the continued on there way.
Lord Haymitch
Haymitch could feel the magic that came from his princess when she softly glowed with pride and happiness. He then looked down, to the young fawn standing by his legs.
“You can look around Ivo, but stay close. You can play with the other fawns but when you feel tired you need to go to your mother.”
Young Lord Ivo
After getting approval from his father, the young colt went to search for other colts at his age. While walking he noticed how the other Lords looked at him. With disapproval. Ivo was wondering why, but soon he forgot about that because he found small group of other colts playing some kind of game. Ivo tried to get closer and join the game, but he noticed another wandering colt. The colt was darker than Ivo in color and big as him. They were at the same age probably.
Maybe he got lost? Ivo looked back at the group and then turned his head to the other lord. Slowly he moved closer and tried to say something, but he was scared. How will the other colt react? What if he laugh at him?
With all his confidence he said the single word- ”Hello.” The dark colt turned his head at him, his name was Dunstan and he was son of Lord Pietro and Princess Helena. But Ivo didn’t know that. He just wanted to play with someone.
Young Lord Dunstan
The dark colt turned at the word spoken to him: “Hello.” The colt who called to him was pale, like the snow or the moon when the sky was clear. Dunstan did not yet know how this little colt’s reputation could be marred by his coloration, and was just pleased to find a playmate.
“Hello!” Dunstan pipped back, tail swishing. His brown eyes beamed at the fellow colt; they could be friends! How lovely would that be! Mama said it was important to make friends with everyone, and he could not disappoint her.
“You wanna play?” He reared up as best as he could on his hind legs, putting on quite a show for anyone watching.
Qupsick Dark
Qupsick was excited to go to Lord Callion’s Bash, being able to congratulate him and his family. He didn’t go to parties often, so this was going to be a new experience for him and his Xylia. The dark stag knew there would be many new faces, and some familiar ones, but he was excited to meet new people. Qupsick then walked over to the love of his life, “Xylia my darling, are you ready to go?” He asked and looked at her.
Xylia
Xylia smiled and looked over at her love. She nodded softly and fixed the last bit of her hair. She had grown some flowers and braided them, creating a large ring and placing on her neck as a flower necklace. “Yes my love. I'm all ready if you are?” she asked and snuggled him a little. She couldn't wait to meet all the new faces and some of the same she hadn’t seen in awhile. She knew she really needed to get out more, and hoped this would be a good start.
Qupsick Dark
Qupsick watched as she fixed the last little bit of her hair, and how delicate it looked. “Mhm” He replied and started walking towards where the Bash was taking place, making sure that Xylia was beside him. “You look wonderful dear.” The dark stag said and smiled towards her.
Guardsman Dulbhach
Yet another party here in the glades of the royals. Dulbhach mused that maybe all of the lives of Royals were just one long and ceaseless party. Although he would never have admitted it, he was incredibly jealous of the young lord and his prowess. He had the choice to join the guard and then regain his title, using his time in the guard as mere schooling. For Dulbhach it had to be a career, it was the only way to increase his family’s standing without being mated to a lady, which would have been incredibly damning.
He thought of his own son; at this time, Darius was not too different from the young Lord Callion having similar build, color and he was even becoming more skilled than his father. Darius had been blessed with the use of earth magic, unlike his father, and was even more social and handsome. Yet, no matter how hard he worked, it would be nearly impossible for him to have high standing because Dulbhach and Aureliana had birthed him.
Dulbhach sighed, shaking his large rack and moving to take a drink from the babbling creek in the glade. It was so refreshing to have the cool water in his mouth, and reminded Dulbhach of the lack of fermented apples at this party; a fact that he was incredibly grateful for. The last party he had attended with Lord Accalon and his family had resulted in Dulbhach and the other guards to escort many staggering royals to their glades, it had been a mess and a half.
He had been so long away from his own home in the Glenwood, and could hardly remember how to get there at this point. His thoughts were drifting and meandering until Callion walked near to him on his congratulatory rounds. Bowing his head, Dulbhach congratulated the young lord, saying, “My lord, my deepest congratulation on your ascension to your ancestral title, I pledge to you the same allegiance that I have given your father if you should so need it.” Receiving a fleeting thanks from the social lord, Dulbhach was once again left alone.
Since Alistaire’s injuries, the other guards had to be on increased vigilance, not faulting their fellow guard for the physical fall back. Despite the loud and joyous mingling of the party guests, Dulbhach kept his eyes up and above the crowd. Racks, ears, flowers, and the glow and sparkle of princesses was the eyeline view that the guard could see from his post near the back of the glade. Attempting to keep tabs on every recognizable character, and even some that he did not know, the chestnut stag watched the revelry, occasionally noticing that his gaze would fall and stay on the lovely golden and creamy does in the company of their mates. When he would catch himself doing this, he would quickly look away, shaking their visages from his conscious while trying to distract himself with thoughts of Aureliana. He hadn’t seen her in so long, and for a moment he considered how lonely she must be.
At that moment, Lord Accalon’s words from the ceremony began to ring in his head; “It’s time to come home.”
Sneaky-sneaker Vega
The jostle and shift of the small colt group was enough to draw her attention around to where she studied them in quiet observations. She missed her youthful days as a filly when mostly everything was care and worry free. “Ah well. No use dwelling in the past.” Stifling a huff, she got up and quietly slunk to another empty spot then settled back down while getting a different view of the goings on in the glade.
New faces. New voices. New conversations than where she’d been at previously. But even then, she made no move to make her presence fully known. It was that always nagging thing of ‘being found out and noted as unwanted and disgraceful. “Better just keep here now.” she thought while her ears fanned back and her gaze dropped to the grass between her front hooves.
Princess Lurette
The golden doe’s flanks were swollen heavy with pregnancy – her second, after the birth of their beautiful daughter Lyra earlier last spring. Motherhood seemed to suit her, as best as anything could suit the vain Princess. Surely, she was more in love with her Lord than ever before, and their gentle monogamy kept her fulfilled in their close knit lives. She wasn’t one to complain about the fact he did not have with him a large harem. While she would encourage taking other doe’s only to further their position in the eyes of the herd, her heart was quite content for herself to be the only one for him. Swishing her plumed tail, she settled her goldened head upon the neck of her Lord Lóegaire, soft breath whuffling against his muscular neck. “It is a lovely party.” She crooned out, eyeing the glade with something akin to envy. Although their glade was home, it was certainly less extravagant than this.
A soft expression across her features, she drifted away (as best as one could drift, when one was due to drop a fawn what felt like any day) from Lóegaire’s comforting presence somewhat, ears picking up on the happenings of the party as she skimmed through the crowd, searching for Accalon to congratulate.
As she wandered, her eyes settled upon plenty of young fawns. Her own daughter, just barely a year old, had been forced to stay at home with her guard. Lurette and Lóegaire had hoped for some time together before their second child was born, not to mention Lyra was a delicate little thing, preferring to listen to stories than spend time with fawns her age, and the company might not have been suiting. Certainly, for Lurette, she would not have her daughter run rag-tag around with little Lordlings, nor even associate with the little Ladies.
No, Lyra was a Princess, and her mother would have her only associate with such. A slight lull in the crowds around Accalon allowed her to step forth, dipping her head to the blue-roan stag. “Congrats, my Lord.” She murmured, keeping her tone demure and submissive. “My husband and I wish you many congratulations for the return of your son. Lord Callion has grown into a fine young thing.”
There were many here who wished to speak to Accalon, and as Lurette was neither family nor a close friend, with a dip of her head the golden princess took her leave, drifting back through the crowds to return to Lóegaire’s flank, wherever he had ended up. As she moved, she felt the fawn in her belly stirring, and a soft glow fell over her, shrouding her in light as she returned to her Lord, looking every bit the Princess she was.
Lord Eun & Lady Yuki
The dark stag sighed, watching the whole affair with boredom playing at his mind, truly he loved parties but somehow being back in this glade. Made his withers twitch most unpleasantly. He quashed the pressing thoughts, smiling and nodded to the young Lord Callion, the golden doe beside him dipped her head and wished him well. No sooner had the younger lord thanked them, he was whisked away by other well wishers.
“Isn’t it wonderful, this glade?” Asked Yuki, Eun nodded mutely, unwilling to say he was still impressed by this place. Turning his head to watch the mingling group, of a very wide ranking, he might add. His eyes couldn’t help spotting a familiar silvery coat, and the startled expression that went with it, he nuzzled his mate affectionately and turned a blind eye on the other doe. No reason to cause a scene here now.
Further inspection of the surroundings revealed of number of Lords he knew, by name if not personally. He did blink in surprise, spotting stripes on a blue toned coat, a white shadow trailing at it’s rump. Eun hadn’t expected to see Lord Nuallan here.
Young Lord Nuallan
Having never been to a real party with adults, Nuallan had to admit he was quite impressed, he’d never seen so many fawnlings together nor a glade quite this big or fancy. It took everything the young lord had not to stare with his mouth hanging open, his eyes quite wide as they peered around, of course he returned any greetings he received.
Hopefully without appearing too distracted.
He even congratulated Lord Callion on his return to the royals, dipping his head as deeply as he could manage, while still maintaining eye contact. Cesare drifted along behind him, he stood out even in this mixed crowd, yet seemed none too bothered by any looks he happened to get. The pair worked their way off to the side, planning to watch more than mingle.
Lord Celestin & Young Duke Amadeo
The sooty lord had always appreciated old family traditions that reach far far back to the values of old, and thus he could not stay at home after he heard of young Lord Callion’s return into the circle of royalty.
The whole family has been invited to attend yet his sister did not feel well, a bad cold had taken her, and his eldest brother was too busy to attend, so it was him who came along to represent the house of Alder.
Along with him, he brought his son Amadeo, as the one who should have accompanied him successfully escaped that boring fate. Rueben was nowhere to find this morning, when they had to leave.
Amadeo did not mind to accompany his father. He did not fancy parties that much but being able to probably meet up with some filly-friends, to talk about flowers, trinkets and other beautiful things was to his liking. And so they had traveled all down from the Secret Garden to Ather’s Hollow and would stay over night.
Since the beginning of party the pale lord had avoided all and any fermented fruit like the plague. He observed the other lords getting drunk instead...with a slight disgust. “How can they lose their dignity like this…?”, he thought before turning away to enjoy the hired minstrel's performance instead. It was far more pleasant to watch and listen to than the talk and dirty jokes of drunken stags.
The little duke had separated himself from his father as soon as the official part of the festivity was over, looking for Princess Alailté, other young ladies and maybe his cousin Rholite. Though finding the later one was far less important to him. He had practiced braiding hair for a long while with aunt Kaelee now and princess Alailté should be the first filly, having the great honor to get her hair braided by him.
Lord Accalon & Princess Alailté
The festivities had been going on for quite awhile now, and Accalon already found himself tiring of his social duty as a host. Smiling briefly but cordially to those who came by to greet and congratulate him, the large blue stag made his polite excuses and escaped unseen into his private den. Here, thankfully, it was empty -- Accalon mentally congratulated himself for having the foresight to grow temporary hedges over the entrances to the private dens -- and much quieter, though the sounds of laughter and chattering still drifted in from the doorway.
'Just for a moment', he promised himself as he laid down with a drawn-out groan, closing his eyes with a thankful sigh. A moment to catch a breather and enjoy the silence, then he would go back out to face the partying masses.
"Daddy?"
Sighing, Accalon kept his eyes shut a moment longer before he opened them to look at his eldest daughter, taking in her curious and slightly worried face with his cold eyes. "Alé. You should be outside with the others," he said, disapproving.
The little princess hummed thoughtfully and nodded before coming further into the den -- and now Accalon could see the little filly-sized hole she had left in his nice bush barrier, where she had clearly gotten curious after seeing him slip away. "I should, Daddy. But so should you. Mama is outside, I think she's looking for you," she added coaxingly, coming to stand next to him.
When her father failed to answer her, the golden filly frowned slightly before dipping her chin down. "I can leave if you would like me to, Daddy. I am sorry for coming in here without permission," she added, knowing that she and her siblings weren't supposed to enter Daddy's den unless he called for them.
Accalon sighed again before shaking his head, looking at his daughter with a small smile. Reaching forward in silent offer, he let out a quiet 'oof' as the filly promptly fell into him, nuzzling into his neck before he gently pushed her back so that he could get to his hooves. "We had both better return to the party," he said somewhat regretfully, turning to face the barrier. As he prepared his magic to make the leafy barrier shift just enough to let the pair escape, he felt Alé step up to stand beside him, tucked neatly into his side. "Daddy?"
"Hmm?" The blue Lord looked down to where his daughter stood, taking a moment to marvel at her growth. It felt like just yesterday that she had been born, yet here she was almost grown.
As if she read his thoughts, Alé turned to look up at him with a shy smile and bright eyes. "Will... will I get a party like this one day? Like Callion?" She asked, wrapping her tail around her legs shyly.
Accalon smiled slightly down at his daughter, reaching down to gently lip at her wispy mane and the flowers Fai had arranged there. "Not exactly like this, my Princess. But something similar, yes."
After all, it wouldn't be long now till Alé herself would be getting betrothed. Mentally, Accalon promised himself to be on his best behaviour around the Royal Glades for at least the next two years. It wouldn't do to let his daughter be forced into a bad betrothal just because her father had angered Rafe.
As Alé began to glow slightly with happiness at the prospect of getting her own ceremony one day, Accalon took a deep breath before letting it out slowly.
Once more, with feeling.
He opened the door.
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And to everyone who wanted to take part but couldn't make it in the end ;u;
