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I've only had this lying around for..uhh...a year and a half? Oops >>;

Featuring Kallea|Filly|Havenite with a little visit from Aneirin|Stag| Vice Captain
Spring, 767 of The New Age
Haven

Spring! Spring was here! A good time, a warm and growing time.Everyone was saying how happy they were spring was finally here. Spring had sprung! Hooray!

She didn’t know what spring was.

Still, everyone she cared about seemed delighted at the bright flowers that were blooming, and she definitely enjoyed how warm the sun now felt when she napped in it, creating glorious pools of glittering warmth that soaked the fur and felt so soothing..

Even grass was starting to taste good!
Everyone was happy.

Well. Nearly everyone.

She couldn’t understand why her father seemed to draw more into himself with every new blossom, or why his eyes seemed so sad every morning.
He still smiled for her, he was always warm and kind whenever she was around, but she’d seen him droop when he thought no-one could see.
She didn’t understand it.
What was sad about flowers? They were bright, they were pretty and a lot of them tasted pretty good too!
Nearly everyone had a flower somewhere or other about them, they’d even had fun making flower wreaths and flower crowns!
But not Papa.
Maybe he just hadn’t found the right flower and looking at all the wrong flowers was what made him sad?

She laughed madly to herself, kicking up her heels and spinning in a circle, tickled by the idea that there could be a wrong flower.
How absurd.
Still, maybe it was a grown up thing?
Her cavorting halted suddenly as she felt a pang of sadness for her father; how terrible to not be able to enjoy flowers just because you hadn’t found the right one… How sad..How empty..
A new smile lit her features as an idea came to her, she would find him the perfect flower!

Joyful with her secret plan, she began hunting around the sun-warmed valley, always checking that she could see at least one of the does and her father as well. He didn’t like her to be out of sight.
It didn’t take too long before she’d found, what she considered, the perfect flower for her father. She’d managed to avoid squishing a bee, but had nearly tripped over a rabbit as she sprinted towards her chosen prize; it was perfect!
She’d found them on a hidden away, low growing bush, and couldn’t recall seeing anyone else wearing them; she chose a glorious little bunch, a bright, vibrant pink fading to a paler colour in the center.
They were beautiful! He just had to like them.
She carried her present back oh so carefully, walking on tiptoe to avoid jarring the blossoms in any way. Shyly, she sidled up to her father, trying to get his attention without disturbing his deep looking thoughts.
So focused was she on her gift, that she missed the look of startled hurt that flashed across the otherwise passive face of the large stag, only looking up in time to see the pleasure at her thoughtfulness. For a moment, the sadness had lifted as she placed her spray of blooms behind his carefully offered ear.
Overjoyed with her success, she gave him one last nuzzle before skipping away to join her agemates in some other game, elated with her own success.

He watched his golden daughter dance away, joy in her every movement. Pride filled his heart to watch her grow, and he felt full to bursting to see his love for her returned with such fiercness.
He looked down, sadness clouding his gaze; why did she have to choose rhododendrons?

WC: 589

Description

I've only had this lying around for..uhh...a year and a half? Oops >>;

Featuring Kallea|Filly|Havenite with a little visit from Aneirin|Stag| Vice Captain
Spring, 767 of The New Age
Haven

Spring! Spring was here! A good time, a warm and growing time.Everyone was saying how happy they were spring was finally here. Spring had sprung! Hooray!

She didn’t know what spring was.

Still, everyone she cared about seemed delighted at the bright flowers that were blooming, and she definitely enjoyed how warm the sun now felt when she napped in it, creating glorious pools of glittering warmth that soaked the fur and felt so soothing..

Even grass was starting to taste good!
Everyone was happy.

Well. Nearly everyone.

She couldn’t understand why her father seemed to draw more into himself with every new blossom, or why his eyes seemed so sad every morning.
He still smiled for her, he was always warm and kind whenever she was around, but she’d seen him droop when he thought no-one could see.
She didn’t understand it.
What was sad about flowers? They were bright, they were pretty and a lot of them tasted pretty good too!
Nearly everyone had a flower somewhere or other about them, they’d even had fun making flower wreaths and flower crowns!
But not Papa.
Maybe he just hadn’t found the right flower and looking at all the wrong flowers was what made him sad?

She laughed madly to herself, kicking up her heels and spinning in a circle, tickled by the idea that there could be a wrong flower.
How absurd.
Still, maybe it was a grown up thing?
Her cavorting halted suddenly as she felt a pang of sadness for her father; how terrible to not be able to enjoy flowers just because you hadn’t found the right one… How sad..How empty..
A new smile lit her features as an idea came to her, she would find him the perfect flower!

Joyful with her secret plan, she began hunting around the sun-warmed valley, always checking that she could see at least one of the does and her father as well. He didn’t like her to be out of sight.
It didn’t take too long before she’d found, what she considered, the perfect flower for her father. She’d managed to avoid squishing a bee, but had nearly tripped over a rabbit as she sprinted towards her chosen prize; it was perfect!
She’d found them on a hidden away, low growing bush, and couldn’t recall seeing anyone else wearing them; she chose a glorious little bunch, a bright, vibrant pink fading to a paler colour in the center.
They were beautiful! He just had to like them.
She carried her present back oh so carefully, walking on tiptoe to avoid jarring the blossoms in any way. Shyly, she sidled up to her father, trying to get his attention without disturbing his deep looking thoughts.
So focused was she on her gift, that she missed the look of startled hurt that flashed across the otherwise passive face of the large stag, only looking up in time to see the pleasure at her thoughtfulness. For a moment, the sadness had lifted as she placed her spray of blooms behind his carefully offered ear.
Overjoyed with her success, she gave him one last nuzzle before skipping away to join her agemates in some other game, elated with her own success.

He watched his golden daughter dance away, joy in her every movement. Pride filled his heart to watch her grow, and he felt full to bursting to see his love for her returned with such fiercness.
He looked down, sadness clouding his gaze; why did she have to choose rhododendrons?

WC: 589