"Y-you think s-so? A slight smile from the roe, "S-scarier th-than those I c-call f-f-friends?" Silently, the roe considers him for a few moments, "Y-you're m-more than wh-what you l-look like," she says softly, trying to soothe what seems to her as insecurity, "S-show or t-tell, y-your ch-choice." Such an important thing, that. She makes sure to allow him that, no matter what.

{ Aha! ♥ }

A nod of understanding, though the slight tilt of the doe's head is easily noticeable. Despite her assurance, there's a flutter of nervousness. By now, she's calm enough to quell it slightly, reasoning it's hardly going to be the most terrifying she's ever seen. Another small smile, a dip of her head to encourage him. Despite herself, an ear pulls back against her skull when he undoes the magic concealing his face, baring those teeth. The second ear wants to follow, but she brings it back from halfway. Reminding herself he doesn't mean her harm, had helped protect her from harm, the doe observes the changes and relaxes slightly

Those teeth were fit to rend flesh, she thought to herself, and those eyes... how strange. When he returns to 'normal', the doe seems to struggle with what she wants to say. Her mouth opening slightly but the words refusing to pass through. Fearful that he would misinterpret her brief struggle as fear of him, Talla closes her eyes and inhales, "P-pec-culiar. Th-this is s-since y-your d-death? I w-wonder why?" she asks him, lowering her eyes to the ground, ears returning to a neutral position slowly.

A small thing.

Oh, like the new layout. ^^

BEEN MEANING TO SAY THIS.. EVER SINCE.. new update- sigh its 9am and i haven't slept yet so kinda scatter brained

REAAALLY LOVE THE NEW LAYOUT, suits her so well. ;; and her updates make me laugh a little
BUT GDI THE THING SHE'S BEEN HOLDING BACK IS KEEPING ME ON EEEDGE in a good way lolz
returns to never commenting on anything :)

Thought I had this tracked. Smh ♥

She's really pretty :'D! Annnd... trackinggg..

Marcus did not think that through. LOL

I actually was looking at the Ties tag for the first time in a long time, and I feel like I've been hit by a bus after reading Lacie's section lmao

/sulks/ Totes my fault. Though Lacie herself has been hesitant to approach - she's seen and felt Talla around from to time, but she worries that Talla doesn't remember her, and she's not sure how time's been treating her. If there's one thing Lacie can view as a personal enemy, it's change. Completely throws her off, and lately she hasn't been in a good place mentally in regards to old friendships.

Have to see if I can get her near Talla if she notices her presence again. She really needs it, honestly. She can't be sucking time away from the one or two souls who visit her.

Talla...

There's a certain shakiness to her tone. The happiness of being remembered combined with the anxiety built up over ages of separation. Still, she remains close. Anything to spend as much time with an old friend as possible.

It's been too long...I'm sorry.

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It's funny, I was just thinking about Talla the other day, and how Lacie and her needed to see each other at some point.

[e] Well, Lacie's voice blends into the comments a little too well lmao

Thank you... The doe-turned-raven ruffles at the contact, white glossy feathers shimmering in the sunlight. Talla's voice is soothing, something she needs in the moment. But the way Talla's voice quivers makes her heart ache, and she in turn carefully runs her beak along the doe's fur.

Are you alright? She asks, her voice stronger, gentle and encouraging. She had lost track of how long it had been since they had last seen each other. Gods only knew what had happened to her small friend in that time.

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Haha, nothing to be sorry about, I thought it was funny actually. ♥

Mjrn -
A small sigh is returned at the contact and she shows no nervousness despite knowing how dangerous a bird's beak could prove to be. It soothed. Her eyes open slowly, though her head stays lowered with a gentle ear tilt. Listening.

"Al-right..." she repeats, almost in confusion. The tone calms her otherwise cautious thoughts marginally, and the butterfly doe needs time to ponder how to answer such a thing. Answering questions about her well-being often causes the roe to be at war with herself; a natural and conditioned response.

"L-like seasons are, s-so am I." she answers somewhat vaguely, though is struck quickly with guilt for it, "L-lost my way, a l-little..." There's no lie there, though it isn't much clearer. She tries so hard (and largely fails) to avoid stuttering, worried that it's what caused the concern, "Y...you?" Nervous deflection.

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Honestly I'm just... like what are the odds I'd pick a colour that hides her speech so well, even with the texture.

Vee - omg friend no worries. ♥

Those words bring a small comfort that she is not alone in her struggles. Then her eyes meet Lacie's when the grooming stops and widen with slight concern for her friend.

She is silent. Tossing the question around in her mind, obviously thinking. Finally, after it seems she might not reply after all, the roe finds her voice.

"A f-friend s-said s...something bef-fore... becoming sc-scarce." Her words are careful, "'D-don't make y-your home in a-anyo-one.' Did-dn't know w-what to say. S-still don't, n-not even to mm...myself." She could elaborate but has too much to say and not the words (or the capacity, with her fractured speech) to do so. A controlled exhale, not wanting Lacie to know how much the comment had struck her, despite bringing it up. Unsure of what she expects, Talla gives a small smile as if to brush it off.

Of course you did, shhh.

Thank you, ahh. She's always gonna be my bby.

So splendid to see you two around again.
That picture really made me smile, it's beyond precious. Thank you so much ♥.

An ear tilts back at the soft sound of footsteps, and from the way he carries himself, she knows who comes. She exhales after he does, sort of in the way one yawns after someone they're fond of does - it's something natural and irresistible.

Only when the bundle is deposited does she realise he'd been carrying it, and the ever bird-like way she tilts her head shows her curiosity. Scent is the first thing she catches, nose twitching at the pleasant aroma. Secondly, she realises they're warm, blinking in surprise while he speaks in that soft, familiar voice that makes her ears tilt to catch and treasure every word.

The necklace garners her attention, and she wishes her eyes were sharper in this body because she can only just make out the details of the glitter and plants - to herself, the doe decides to take it for better observation later. A passing thought, she wonders if it's made of glass, before the doe's head tilts so that her side-facing eyes can look to him. The little roe deer isn't sure she has the words for what the gesture meant to her, but she hopes that her gaze can convey even a little.

Lavender. She blinks at the subtle shift in his features and follows with a deep nod and the ghost of a smile on her lips, her eyes expressing the truth of her gratitude as deep and dark as they are. Of all, he knew that the best, didn't he?

"Thank y-you." Something about her voice says she doesn't mean these gifts, or this visit, alone. Unspoken is the thanks for his friendship, for the fact she knows she can trust him and that whatever fallout comes has long been made worth it. Her head turns from him and to the gifts, then she leans back and reaches upward to bump her muzzle against his.

She'll eat the cookies right away. When there's two left, the blue doe turns to him and with a look that doesn't allow refusal (a playful glint in her eyes), lifts one to his mouth and eats the last herself. Silently gesturing for his help, she'll adorn the necklace too.

When the Crescendo eventually takes his leave, the doe makes a beeline for a portal, to a destination where she can properly examine the necklace.

omFG LOL DRAAK.
Don't worry we all have those... jfc every now and again someone bumps something that 12 year old me commented on and I'm like 'BURY THAT SHIT'

ty tho ♥
gotta love kostya - sorry that talla's been, uh... talla around him sNRT.

Yes, gosh, the terror of 'i don't remember commenting on that...'


(Actually like every time I see Corvus on I think about Talla and him meeting?? Like they'd be terrible and awkward I think but like. Stupid bird-brains.
idk if they met? I seem to vaguely recall once a very long time ago, but I doubt either remember it if we're scratching our heads about it)

I'M NOT CRY AT THAT RP I'm cry at that RP

Yeah same asdfasd I'd feel bad reposting all my bios onto a new account...and then getting people to retrack them...and spamming the recent posts
...and not just the bios, all the other important posts I have. SO it's just "...nah"

They can be two TEF veterans shaking their canes at all these newfangled critter deers. Corvus will see one and just "wat" LOL But yeah I'll give Corvus an ooc shove towards Talla at some point, even if they just end up sitting around LOL

overdue track haha ;;

hope bij didn't frighten talla

Gosh I should track this. Talla is so lovely omg.
Also sorry Tig scared her away ;0;

don't think i'm tracking this yet for some reason !?
a track for you ♥

Always so good to see you ♥

It's quiet
Snow muffles. Drags the forest into a muted haze of what colours seem to shine across the darkened forest floor. It looks to him as if the Gods of this place have tripped and spilled an urn of northern lights all across the grass if only he squints. His head turns upwards. But whatever he sees there doesn't seem to hold his interest for long, as his gaze soon swings back down to the doe at his side. She does not feel small to him. She is like the passing shadow of a raven, and in a way, feels larger than he knows her to be.

Idly, his head cranes downwards that he might press his muzzle there at the base of her ear, exhaling slowly against the azure bright of her fur. The words find him easily. In the human world, Christmas has descended upon the world like so many reindeer hooves upon a rooftop.

"I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me"

His eyes are half hooded, pine tree green beneath long, dark eyelashes. In his world, he's had to stack on scarves and coats and gloves to stave off the chill, but here in the forest, despite the flakes that settle against his earthbrown form, he feels terribly warm.

"Christmas Eve will find you
Where the love light gleams"

He doubts that she actually knows what Christmas is, and a part of him tosses around the idea of inviting her back to his world for the holiday. Would the lights make her anxious he wonders? Would she mind his dogs? Would she stay a deer or would she look human? He thinks of the unopened peppermint bathbomb sitting on his counter, some gift from a shop clerk he's known since the man was a boy. Every year with the candy scented bath products. Peppermint. Would she like peppermint? He'll have to bring her some.

"I am dreaming tonight someone I love
Even more than I usually do"

His heart beats its steady pulse in his tines, every so often, a flake of snow alights on it like a trusting bird, only to melt gently away upon the fluttering warmth of it. He shifts, leaning just slightly towards her. Not enough to disturb with his greater size, just a trusting motion, confident that she won't flinch or fall away or otherwise cause him to stutter in his comfortable repose.

"And although I know it's a long road back
I promise you
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me

Christmas Eve will find us
Where the love light gleams

I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams"