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Featuring Dearg and Aeon
Year 754 of the New Age
Silverthorne, near the Training Beaches

First Impressions Part 1Featuring: Aeon, Dearg
Season, Year 754 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Near the Training Beaches
Aeon
"Daaaad, this isn't the way to the beach!" Aeon complained. He had promised to take her out to the beach to practice with magic, and she wasn't in the mood to put up with his delays. She knew he had an important job to do, and she should be a bit more understanding if there was something he had to do before they took off, but she was too damned excited! It was nice to play with magic, manipulating the flames. It was certainly more welcome than beating up trees like she often snuck off to do for her soldier training. All the best soldiers could fight and control their magic, and she was certain she was destined to be among the best- after all, she had so much to prove. She had to prove to her mother that even though she wasn't golden of coat, she was still special. She had to prove to those pigheaded stags that does c & First Impressions pt2Featuring Aeon and Dearg
Season, Year 754 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Near the Training Beaches
Dearg
Dearg spared a withering glance in the direction of the doe, however as he was about to snarl another scathing reply out, Flint appeared between them. Immediately deferring to the presence of the elder stag, Dearg simply turned away and continued walking on the path, uncaring of whether or not the pair behind him followed, though he knew they would.
Thankfully, the telltale glow of the beach lay ahead and he let out a pleased sigh, ears softening at the sight.
And indeed, in the gap between the trees up ahead, Dearg saw his mother come not view, her soft expression and perked ears curious as she waited for the trio to arrive.
"Dearg, thank you my son. I wish I didn't have to trouble you so." She said, her voice mellow as she smiled at her already taller son.
Dearg relaxed as his mother spoke, all the pent up frustration and aggression ebbing from his frame. "No, mother, It is n

Description
Featuring Dearg and Aeon
Year 754 of the New Age
Silverthorne, near the Training Beaches

First Impressions Part 1Featuring: Aeon, Dearg
Season, Year 754 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Near the Training Beaches
Aeon
"Daaaad, this isn't the way to the beach!" Aeon complained. He had promised to take her out to the beach to practice with magic, and she wasn't in the mood to put up with his delays. She knew he had an important job to do, and she should be a bit more understanding if there was something he had to do before they took off, but she was too damned excited! It was nice to play with magic, manipulating the flames. It was certainly more welcome than beating up trees like she often snuck off to do for her soldier training. All the best soldiers could fight and control their magic, and she was certain she was destined to be among the best- after all, she had so much to prove. She had to prove to her mother that even though she wasn't golden of coat, she was still special. She had to prove to those pigheaded stags that does c & First Impressions pt2Featuring Aeon and Dearg
Season, Year 754 of the New Age
Silverthorne, Near the Training Beaches
Dearg
Dearg spared a withering glance in the direction of the doe, however as he was about to snarl another scathing reply out, Flint appeared between them. Immediately deferring to the presence of the elder stag, Dearg simply turned away and continued walking on the path, uncaring of whether or not the pair behind him followed, though he knew they would.
Thankfully, the telltale glow of the beach lay ahead and he let out a pleased sigh, ears softening at the sight.
And indeed, in the gap between the trees up ahead, Dearg saw his mother come not view, her soft expression and perked ears curious as she waited for the trio to arrive.
"Dearg, thank you my son. I wish I didn't have to trouble you so." She said, her voice mellow as she smiled at her already taller son.
Dearg relaxed as his mother spoke, all the pent up frustration and aggression ebbing from his frame. "No, mother, It is n