I started writing this after last night's little teenage "soap opera". XD It's sorta related to Raku's story.
CONFUSION ABOUND. 8D
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Like Father, Like Son

The young white stag had been searching for some time now. Granted, he hadn’t been searching very hard, since there were only so many places Magnet could be. He’d just been reluctant to find him, since that meant starting a conversation he wasn’t comfortable with going through.

The golden deer in question was sitting on the hill near the Blue Bowl, one of his favorite locations. Also the location where Spade had been born.

He was losing his nerve standing halfway from the peak. But he knew he couldn’t turn back; his father definitely spotted him already. He must have just been letting the younger deer approach at his own pace.

Releasing a breath he didn’t notice he’d been holding, Spade closed the remaining distance between the two of them.

“Uh, Father?”

“Hm?” Golden ears perked up as a gray gaze exactly like his own fixed on the younger deer. “Yes, Spade?” The larger deer remained sitting, all the better for Spade, as Magnet’s huge antlers would make him tower over his son.

Spade watched one dark hoof scuff at the red earth in a nervous gesture. “How do you know if you…well…” A faint blush formed beneath the line of his mask. “…like someone?”

A small smirk slowly spread across the stag’s face. “Well…” The gold stag turned his gaze skyward in thought. “If there’s someone you can’t stop thinking about…someone you look forward to seeing more than anyone else…someone you constantly hope to see, even just catch a glimpse of them…then that could be like.”

The buck frowned, noticing the emphasis on the word “like”. His brow crinkled for a moment.

Noticing this, Magnet continued. “You should’ve seen how your mother and I were.” Amusement laced his voice as he spoke. “It was so obvious to everyone we liked each other. I’m not even sure how it started…” His words colored with nostalgia. “But when it did, it took nearly the entire forest for us to even look at each other, let alone approach or even talk to each other.” He chuckled, recalling one of those awkward moments.

The teenage stag watched as his father looked back at him. “All I can tell you is…one day you’ll just know.”

“Just…know?” he asked, uncertain.

A nod was the response.

“But how?”

The older stag chuckled. “You’ll have to find that out for yourself I’m afraid. But believe me…” He rose from his spot on the ground, gazing with a soft expression. “…you’ll know,” he finished with a smile forming as he spotted a familiar dark blue stag running to the pond, leaping along with a certain doe he recognized.

Magnet glanced back at Spade from the corner of his eye, noticing his son was staring through the red earth rather than at it.

Looked like he’d be giving love advice to two family members…