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Featuring; Vahlo and Stigandr .
Early Spring, Year 767 of the New Age;
Glenmore, outside the Glenwood.

"Happy birthday, pup." The older roan murmured as he moved towards the lanky cremello he guarded so fiercely. Vahlo, seemingly surprised, lifted his head and squinted at the other for a long moment before he seemed to flush with muted embarrassment. "What do you mean by that?" The younger stag responded quietly, although he seemed well aware what it meant. He just hadn't heard it in a while. "Quite simply that you are... what? Six this year? This time this year, aye? Thus - it's your birth month and I've yet to see anyone else wish you well. So..." Stigan drifted off with an expectant look, quirking a brow at his younger ward who seemed even more flustered under the scrutiny, even if there was a surprising amount of gratefulness in the softness of the cremello's features, "...I.. oh. Well. Thank you." He muttered, turned his face away but not before Stigan graced him with a gentled smile. A smile the cremello sheepishly mirrored back with an awkward cough.

The roan never ceased to surprise him.

"I guess I'm growing up, huh?" He mumbled absently, finally lifting his gaze to meet the darker gaze of his guard who nodded in response to his question, "That you are. I suspect you'll be taller than me within the year." Stigan added, sizing up his ward with amusement, tsking loud enough to make Vahlo giggle. "I doubt it. I couldn't imagine being taller than the Mountain." The cremello would tease, much to the delight of his guardian who barked with a hoarse laugh and shook his head, "I couldn't imagine being the one guarding you when you'll stand a whole head taller than I do in my prime. Hah!" He laughed again and Vahlo was once more rosy in the face. He had been growing tall lately. Well. Growing was probably not the right word for it, considering it'd practically exploded in height within the last year or so. And all leg, no less!

"I guess you'll just have to be the Sky to my Mountain then, aye?" Stigan teased and garnered another soft sound of laughter from the shy stag at his front who tossed him a side-long glance under long lashes. "I can't fly." Vahlo would remark playfully and the two would share in a good humored exchange of chuckles. The roan moved forward and gently touched his forehead to the cremello's and minutely shook his head, "Don't grow up too fast now. Now that I've spent the past blissful years protecting you, I don't know what I'll do when you no longer need me and I'm too old to work the earth." Stigan rumbled softly but seemed content and genuinely unworried. Vahlo, on the other hand, seemed to take great offense to that statement and jerked his head forward a bit more sharply than intended and knocked their heads together if only to scold the older roan, "Even when I'm too old for a guardian, I'll never be too old for you." He groused, which earned him a docile chuckle from the roan at his front. "I'll hold you to that." The roan murmured and Vahlo's cheeks flushed again and the foliage around their feet blossomed to life in their joy.

After a few close moments, the roan pulled away and moved off to quietly graze just a few strides away. Closer towards a slope that granted him a far greater vantage point to which he could 'protect' them. Vahlo watched after him silently with a loose smile curled over his muzzle before he too dropped his muzzle back to the earth and resumed his leisurely feed.

607 words. +2 magic to Stigan for literature/art.

Please note; Vahlo and Stigan aren't a 'couple'. They're just extremely close. xD
This was extremely intimate for the two of them but not really all that uncommon.
Blame Vahlo for being such a needy child as a foal. Haha. Old habits die hard.

Description
Featuring; Vahlo and Stigandr .
Early Spring, Year 767 of the New Age;
Glenmore, outside the Glenwood.

"Happy birthday, pup." The older roan murmured as he moved towards the lanky cremello he guarded so fiercely. Vahlo, seemingly surprised, lifted his head and squinted at the other for a long moment before he seemed to flush with muted embarrassment. "What do you mean by that?" The younger stag responded quietly, although he seemed well aware what it meant. He just hadn't heard it in a while. "Quite simply that you are... what? Six this year? This time this year, aye? Thus - it's your birth month and I've yet to see anyone else wish you well. So..." Stigan drifted off with an expectant look, quirking a brow at his younger ward who seemed even more flustered under the scrutiny, even if there was a surprising amount of gratefulness in the softness of the cremello's features, "...I.. oh. Well. Thank you." He muttered, turned his face away but not before Stigan graced him with a gentled smile. A smile the cremello sheepishly mirrored back with an awkward cough.

The roan never ceased to surprise him.

"I guess I'm growing up, huh?" He mumbled absently, finally lifting his gaze to meet the darker gaze of his guard who nodded in response to his question, "That you are. I suspect you'll be taller than me within the year." Stigan added, sizing up his ward with amusement, tsking loud enough to make Vahlo giggle. "I doubt it. I couldn't imagine being taller than the Mountain." The cremello would tease, much to the delight of his guardian who barked with a hoarse laugh and shook his head, "I couldn't imagine being the one guarding you when you'll stand a whole head taller than I do in my prime. Hah!" He laughed again and Vahlo was once more rosy in the face. He had been growing tall lately. Well. Growing was probably not the right word for it, considering it'd practically exploded in height within the last year or so. And all leg, no less!

"I guess you'll just have to be the Sky to my Mountain then, aye?" Stigan teased and garnered another soft sound of laughter from the shy stag at his front who tossed him a side-long glance under long lashes. "I can't fly." Vahlo would remark playfully and the two would share in a good humored exchange of chuckles. The roan moved forward and gently touched his forehead to the cremello's and minutely shook his head, "Don't grow up too fast now. Now that I've spent the past blissful years protecting you, I don't know what I'll do when you no longer need me and I'm too old to work the earth." Stigan rumbled softly but seemed content and genuinely unworried. Vahlo, on the other hand, seemed to take great offense to that statement and jerked his head forward a bit more sharply than intended and knocked their heads together if only to scold the older roan, "Even when I'm too old for a guardian, I'll never be too old for you." He groused, which earned him a docile chuckle from the roan at his front. "I'll hold you to that." The roan murmured and Vahlo's cheeks flushed again and the foliage around their feet blossomed to life in their joy.

After a few close moments, the roan pulled away and moved off to quietly graze just a few strides away. Closer towards a slope that granted him a far greater vantage point to which he could 'protect' them. Vahlo watched after him silently with a loose smile curled over his muzzle before he too dropped his muzzle back to the earth and resumed his leisurely feed.

607 words. +2 magic to Stigan for literature/art.

Please note; Vahlo and Stigan aren't a 'couple'. They're just extremely close. xD
This was extremely intimate for the two of them but not really all that uncommon.
Blame Vahlo for being such a needy child as a foal. Haha. Old habits die hard.