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Featuring Alia (and her mother Samin)
Very late Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Silverwoods

This years winter was pretty mild, rarely a cold gust blew through the pleasant warmth. This late winterday was no different, the sky was cloudy, the cold wind just weak. Just a few days until the springs lovely embrace attains the world. The suns rays reached the worlds ground for just a couple of hours, but Grians warmth doesn't reach the world yet. On this early morning the dew sparkles on the grass blades. When the young doe gallops through the large fields of grass, the soft dew swirled up from the blades of grass. A silken cloud of shattered dewdrops followed her on her way. Alia was eager to tell her mother about the coronation of the new king, King Skuldafn. She knew that her mother would probably not be interessted or wouldn't even listen, but she still want to share this experience with her. Alia had never given up to try to bring the smile back to her mothers face, even if it doesn't make any sense. She knew exactly what the copper colored doe would say to her. Whether she had found the herbs her mother asked for. Whether she had found and brought enough to give her mother. And probably she would complain about Alias inability to cut the herbs or collect them at the wrong time. Even if Alia was sure she done everything right, she never expected a thank from her mother.
The childish doe approached the Silverwoods, the place where her mother lives and never leaves, since many years. Alia was not sure if she will find her mother, or her mother finds her.

Even in this season the tall trees neither let the suns light nor Grians warmth through the branches. As soon as Alia entered the forest, she walked more slowly, her steps get quieter. She arranged her ears to be able to react to any small things. She had learned from the best to act silently and move around unnoticed. And although she had learned a lot, she was not nearly as talented as her mother. Just once Alia wants to sneak behind her mother without her noticing her daughter, but most of the time the opposite was the case. But unlike any other day Samin showed herselfe to her daughter as soon as Alia entered the forest. Graceful she walked through the undergrowth of the forest. She looked the same way as always, her look was still filled with grief, her facial expression without any joy, her eyes without glance, marred by loss and guilt. Over the years her hair grow longer and thinner, slowly her thin hair became gray, not because of her age but much more because of her constant loneliness, sadness and the everlasting worry.
"You are really late. Do you have what I asked for?" Exactly what Alia expected. On her lips a little smile loomed. Samin never stayed long on feelings or affections towards others. From a small bag hidden between the full hair of her tail, Alia took out some herbs and gave them to her mother. She examined the stems and leaves shortly before she put them in one of the three bags around her neck. She sighed and looked intently at her daughter.
"I have done nothing wrong! I picked the herbs and leaves at the right time an with the right technique, they're good!" Alia doesn't like to stand against someone, especially not her mother. And she felt awful just right after she finished her sentence. "I... I'm sorry, I did not want to be harsh. It...it may be that I ... perhaps I was too impatient when I was collecting them."
In Samins face no muscle moved, as she looked back at her daughter. "You should never allow others to correct your mistakes." Alia hung her head, her mother had tought her so much, she told her how to collect the herbs over and over again and Alia knew how to do it right. But always in the last moment her nervousness and fear of making mistakes overcame her.
"It is good if you recognize your own mistakes, but..." Samins monotone voice faltered briefly. For a short moment Alia believed to hear something like a wisp of feeling out of her mothers words. Samin caught herselfe again and continued to speak with the same emotionless tone as before. "But this time you accused yourself wrongly. The herbs are good."
Suprised and perplexed by this sudden compliment from her mother leaved Alia speechless. With big eyes she looked at the old doe.
"To be exact, I want to ask you a favour, Alia." The young doe shooked her head to recollect herself and listened attentively to her mothers words.
"I want you to leave Silverthorne!"

"Of course mother, I .... wait! WHAT?" Speechless and aggrieved Alia looked at her mother with sad eyes. "I'm sure your ears are fine, I will not repeat my words" Samin said this without looking into Alias eyes. "What do you mean with 'leave'? I can not leave Silverthorne, I do not want to leave, why should I?"
"I mean, you should go to learn" Samin did not allow anyone to unsettle her, not even her daughter. "You are old enough and you are equipped with a great knowledge. On this worlds face under Adhars sight, are many herbs that didn't grow here in Silverthorne. There are roots, who prefer the shadows of Blackwood, mushrooms sprout only in the damp caves of Oakfern, flowers only blossoming in the wide grasslands of Glenmore and grasses only reach their full potential in the stormy lands of Windborne. I want you to go and find these herbs"
Alia knew from the diversity of the foreign kingdoms, her mother herselfe had made this journey. That was before Alias birth, even before Samin fell in love with Alias father. She told her about her journeys when Alia was a young fawn. Alia remembered how she listened spellbound to her mothers words, how she was eager to go on this trip as soon as possible. Today she wondered how she could be blinded just by simple words. Before Alia could say anything against her mothers wishes, she kept on talking.
"You will go, you even need to go. I have thought you so much, but the rest, you have to learn on your own way. Trust your abilities, your fire is strong, your legs are agile and your thist for knowledge is insatiable" Samin turned aroung and was on her way to go back into the woods "I expect you back in one year" Then Samin disappeared in the deep shadows of the forest. Alia was left alone, she didn't know what to think about this meeting. Slowly she turned her back on the forest and walked northwards, in the direction of Blackwood.
"In one year? If I do not get lost...or get hurt....or be raided....or...NO! I will come back. Stronger and wiser!" Wordcount: 1165 words

My first pic with a new graphic tablet. It's a bigger one than my old it took some time to get used to it xD
So my doe Alia ist going to a big journey for at least one year. If you want to meet her, just send a note and we will find something
By now, Alia will stop in Glenmore to meet DatNachtmaehre 's doe Lady Fea and in Windborne to meet PinkLionArt 's stag Aro

Art and Character Auldale

Description

Featuring Alia (and her mother Samin)
Very late Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Silverwoods

This years winter was pretty mild, rarely a cold gust blew through the pleasant warmth. This late winterday was no different, the sky was cloudy, the cold wind just weak. Just a few days until the springs lovely embrace attains the world. The suns rays reached the worlds ground for just a couple of hours, but Grians warmth doesn't reach the world yet. On this early morning the dew sparkles on the grass blades. When the young doe gallops through the large fields of grass, the soft dew swirled up from the blades of grass. A silken cloud of shattered dewdrops followed her on her way. Alia was eager to tell her mother about the coronation of the new king, King Skuldafn. She knew that her mother would probably not be interessted or wouldn't even listen, but she still want to share this experience with her. Alia had never given up to try to bring the smile back to her mothers face, even if it doesn't make any sense. She knew exactly what the copper colored doe would say to her. Whether she had found the herbs her mother asked for. Whether she had found and brought enough to give her mother. And probably she would complain about Alias inability to cut the herbs or collect them at the wrong time. Even if Alia was sure she done everything right, she never expected a thank from her mother.
The childish doe approached the Silverwoods, the place where her mother lives and never leaves, since many years. Alia was not sure if she will find her mother, or her mother finds her.

Even in this season the tall trees neither let the suns light nor Grians warmth through the branches. As soon as Alia entered the forest, she walked more slowly, her steps get quieter. She arranged her ears to be able to react to any small things. She had learned from the best to act silently and move around unnoticed. And although she had learned a lot, she was not nearly as talented as her mother. Just once Alia wants to sneak behind her mother without her noticing her daughter, but most of the time the opposite was the case. But unlike any other day Samin showed herselfe to her daughter as soon as Alia entered the forest. Graceful she walked through the undergrowth of the forest. She looked the same way as always, her look was still filled with grief, her facial expression without any joy, her eyes without glance, marred by loss and guilt. Over the years her hair grow longer and thinner, slowly her thin hair became gray, not because of her age but much more because of her constant loneliness, sadness and the everlasting worry.
"You are really late. Do you have what I asked for?" Exactly what Alia expected. On her lips a little smile loomed. Samin never stayed long on feelings or affections towards others. From a small bag hidden between the full hair of her tail, Alia took out some herbs and gave them to her mother. She examined the stems and leaves shortly before she put them in one of the three bags around her neck. She sighed and looked intently at her daughter.
"I have done nothing wrong! I picked the herbs and leaves at the right time an with the right technique, they're good!" Alia doesn't like to stand against someone, especially not her mother. And she felt awful just right after she finished her sentence. "I... I'm sorry, I did not want to be harsh. It...it may be that I ... perhaps I was too impatient when I was collecting them."
In Samins face no muscle moved, as she looked back at her daughter. "You should never allow others to correct your mistakes." Alia hung her head, her mother had tought her so much, she told her how to collect the herbs over and over again and Alia knew how to do it right. But always in the last moment her nervousness and fear of making mistakes overcame her.
"It is good if you recognize your own mistakes, but..." Samins monotone voice faltered briefly. For a short moment Alia believed to hear something like a wisp of feeling out of her mothers words. Samin caught herselfe again and continued to speak with the same emotionless tone as before. "But this time you accused yourself wrongly. The herbs are good."
Suprised and perplexed by this sudden compliment from her mother leaved Alia speechless. With big eyes she looked at the old doe.
"To be exact, I want to ask you a favour, Alia." The young doe shooked her head to recollect herself and listened attentively to her mothers words.
"I want you to leave Silverthorne!"

"Of course mother, I .... wait! WHAT?" Speechless and aggrieved Alia looked at her mother with sad eyes. "I'm sure your ears are fine, I will not repeat my words" Samin said this without looking into Alias eyes. "What do you mean with 'leave'? I can not leave Silverthorne, I do not want to leave, why should I?"
"I mean, you should go to learn" Samin did not allow anyone to unsettle her, not even her daughter. "You are old enough and you are equipped with a great knowledge. On this worlds face under Adhars sight, are many herbs that didn't grow here in Silverthorne. There are roots, who prefer the shadows of Blackwood, mushrooms sprout only in the damp caves of Oakfern, flowers only blossoming in the wide grasslands of Glenmore and grasses only reach their full potential in the stormy lands of Windborne. I want you to go and find these herbs"
Alia knew from the diversity of the foreign kingdoms, her mother herselfe had made this journey. That was before Alias birth, even before Samin fell in love with Alias father. She told her about her journeys when Alia was a young fawn. Alia remembered how she listened spellbound to her mothers words, how she was eager to go on this trip as soon as possible. Today she wondered how she could be blinded just by simple words. Before Alia could say anything against her mothers wishes, she kept on talking.
"You will go, you even need to go. I have thought you so much, but the rest, you have to learn on your own way. Trust your abilities, your fire is strong, your legs are agile and your thist for knowledge is insatiable" Samin turned aroung and was on her way to go back into the woods "I expect you back in one year" Then Samin disappeared in the deep shadows of the forest. Alia was left alone, she didn't know what to think about this meeting. Slowly she turned her back on the forest and walked northwards, in the direction of Blackwood.
"In one year? If I do not get lost...or get hurt....or be raided....or...NO! I will come back. Stronger and wiser!" Wordcount: 1165 words

My first pic with a new graphic tablet. It's a bigger one than my old it took some time to get used to it xD
So my doe Alia ist going to a big journey for at least one year. If you want to meet her, just send a note and we will find something
By now, Alia will stop in Glenmore to meet DatNachtmaehre 's doe Lady Fea and in Windborne to meet PinkLionArt 's stag Aro

Art and Character Auldale