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Collab with the lovely MythicalPrancer ! I've been wanting Alhan to meet Daerio foreverrrrr, so you can guess how excited I was to finally get the chance to collab with Myth to make it happen

They did the lovely art of Alhan and Dae, and I just added in the clunky background xD;;; Hope you guys like!

Summer, Year 768 of the New Age
Glenmore, in the Glenwood
Featuring Uncle Daerio & Lordling Alhan
With mentions of Crown Prince Riddick

"Uncle Daerio!"

Alhan grinned widely as he saw the familiar figure of his father's younger brother entering the glade. The pale guard – for Uncle Daerio had renounced his title long before Alhan's birth to join the Guard – looked up and around at the excited cry, his ears twitching atop his head as he seemed to hesitate at the entrance to the glade, dark eyes flicking around almost cautiously.

The young lordling took no notice of the stag's discomfort, however, running over so he could shamelessly throw himself at the older male in exuberant greeting. "Hi!" he chirped again, pricking his ears hopefully.

In truth, the two fawnlings were not all that close, despite their shared blood. Alhan didn't know it, but there had been bad blood between his father and his uncle until just a few years ago, and the strain of it still showed in their relationship today. Even now, with a standing invitation from the Crown Prince to visit, and a previous visit to the glade on his record, Daerio looked incredibly uncomfortable to be standing there. Nonetheless, Alhan had built their connection up in his mind, fed by the commonality of their unfashionably pale coats, and thus he was only too happy to loudly declare his Uncle Daerio both the favourite uncle and the coolest guardsman ever.

"...Hello, Alhan," the slightly darker male said, frowning uncertainly at the exuberant young colt. "Is, uh. Is your father around? Here?"

Alhan frowned slightly, looking somewhat guilty to be the bearer of bad news. "Oh. Uh, sorry Uncle Daerio. He went out earlier. It's just me and some of my brothers here. And the guards!" he said, looking up at the stag with a slightly shy smile.

Daerio let out a soft sigh, looking around uncertainly, before he shrugged. "Alright. Well then, tell your father I stopped by," he said, already beginning to back out of the glade, but in a flash Alhan was quickly back to crowding him, eyes large and beseeching. "You can stay here and wait! I'm sure nobody will mind, you're family! And, um. Dad – father – should be back really soon. I'm sure he said he'd be back by noon," he said quickly, looking hopeful.

The guard sighed again, but then seemed to grimace, shrugging again. "If you say so..." he was promptly cut off by Alhan's excited 'YAY!', and dragged back in by the excited young colt. Dragging his heels only slightly, Daerio grimaced as he realised his nephew was still staring at him with expectant eyes. "What is it, Alhan," he asked tiredly, side-eyeing the colt.

Alhan took a deep breath, as if fortifying himself, before bouncing slightly on his heels and grinning. "It's nothing, it's only... I was thinking... since you're a guard and all, maybe you could... you could teach me how to fight?" he ventured tentatively, looking both hopeful and at the same time like he was preparing himself for a refusal. "I mean, you don't have to. I know you're busy and you're only here to see dad and I just, I was just thinking, only if you're bored, or something, maybe?" the colt babbled on until, with a swift gesture, Daerio waved for silence, wanting the colt to stop talking.

With another quick glance around to make sure nobody seemed to be watching or worrying about him talking to the fawn, Daerio finally nodded half-heartedly. "I suppose. Come on then, try and come at me," he said slowly, almost reluctantly. The bright hero-worship in Alhan's eyes made something deep in Daerio ache slightly, though he carefully pushed the feeling down, staring back at his nephew with a bored expression. Alhan didn't seem to mind, however, immediately grinning and running up to butt heads with the older male.

Though he was initially uninterested, Daerio slowly began to offer advice and admonishments to the younger colt, correcting his stance and method.

And so it was that, when the Crown Prince Riddick returned, it was to the sight of his brother and son butting heads in the sunlight, the sunshine on Alhan's face reflected in the most brief of ways in the ghost of a smile around Daerio's eyes.

Description
Collab with the lovely MythicalPrancer ! I've been wanting Alhan to meet Daerio foreverrrrr, so you can guess how excited I was to finally get the chance to collab with Myth to make it happen

They did the lovely art of Alhan and Dae, and I just added in the clunky background xD;;; Hope you guys like!

Summer, Year 768 of the New Age
Glenmore, in the Glenwood
Featuring Uncle Daerio & Lordling Alhan
With mentions of Crown Prince Riddick

"Uncle Daerio!"

Alhan grinned widely as he saw the familiar figure of his father's younger brother entering the glade. The pale guard – for Uncle Daerio had renounced his title long before Alhan's birth to join the Guard – looked up and around at the excited cry, his ears twitching atop his head as he seemed to hesitate at the entrance to the glade, dark eyes flicking around almost cautiously.

The young lordling took no notice of the stag's discomfort, however, running over so he could shamelessly throw himself at the older male in exuberant greeting. "Hi!" he chirped again, pricking his ears hopefully.

In truth, the two fawnlings were not all that close, despite their shared blood. Alhan didn't know it, but there had been bad blood between his father and his uncle until just a few years ago, and the strain of it still showed in their relationship today. Even now, with a standing invitation from the Crown Prince to visit, and a previous visit to the glade on his record, Daerio looked incredibly uncomfortable to be standing there. Nonetheless, Alhan had built their connection up in his mind, fed by the commonality of their unfashionably pale coats, and thus he was only too happy to loudly declare his Uncle Daerio both the favourite uncle and the coolest guardsman ever.

"...Hello, Alhan," the slightly darker male said, frowning uncertainly at the exuberant young colt. "Is, uh. Is your father around? Here?"

Alhan frowned slightly, looking somewhat guilty to be the bearer of bad news. "Oh. Uh, sorry Uncle Daerio. He went out earlier. It's just me and some of my brothers here. And the guards!" he said, looking up at the stag with a slightly shy smile.

Daerio let out a soft sigh, looking around uncertainly, before he shrugged. "Alright. Well then, tell your father I stopped by," he said, already beginning to back out of the glade, but in a flash Alhan was quickly back to crowding him, eyes large and beseeching. "You can stay here and wait! I'm sure nobody will mind, you're family! And, um. Dad – father – should be back really soon. I'm sure he said he'd be back by noon," he said quickly, looking hopeful.

The guard sighed again, but then seemed to grimace, shrugging again. "If you say so..." he was promptly cut off by Alhan's excited 'YAY!', and dragged back in by the excited young colt. Dragging his heels only slightly, Daerio grimaced as he realised his nephew was still staring at him with expectant eyes. "What is it, Alhan," he asked tiredly, side-eyeing the colt.

Alhan took a deep breath, as if fortifying himself, before bouncing slightly on his heels and grinning. "It's nothing, it's only... I was thinking... since you're a guard and all, maybe you could... you could teach me how to fight?" he ventured tentatively, looking both hopeful and at the same time like he was preparing himself for a refusal. "I mean, you don't have to. I know you're busy and you're only here to see dad and I just, I was just thinking, only if you're bored, or something, maybe?" the colt babbled on until, with a swift gesture, Daerio waved for silence, wanting the colt to stop talking.

With another quick glance around to make sure nobody seemed to be watching or worrying about him talking to the fawn, Daerio finally nodded half-heartedly. "I suppose. Come on then, try and come at me," he said slowly, almost reluctantly. The bright hero-worship in Alhan's eyes made something deep in Daerio ache slightly, though he carefully pushed the feeling down, staring back at his nephew with a bored expression. Alhan didn't seem to mind, however, immediately grinning and running up to butt heads with the older male.

Though he was initially uninterested, Daerio slowly began to offer advice and admonishments to the younger colt, correcting his stance and method.

And so it was that, when the Crown Prince Riddick returned, it was to the sight of his brother and son butting heads in the sunlight, the sunshine on Alhan's face reflected in the most brief of ways in the ghost of a smile around Daerio's eyes.