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Tracking for now, such a lovely idea.

The piebald meets Verve's expectant gaze with curiosity. She saw a grown lady, no longer the fawn she played with long ago. A sudden realization of how much time had passed. Time. This was it. Aurora's lips display a dashing smile, openly revealing the fondness in her. The fondness she greeted people with, but also the fondness when she saw those yellow eyes and felt encouraged by life's growth. Fascinating thing, life. It always goes on, like a river. Like a river, it stops at no stone. It flows around them, until they are formed to beautiful, even shapes. And allegory to many things Aurora believed in.

This time though, it was one of the rare occasions the piebald asked for a favour. Often, she gave so much and asked for nothing in return - interestingly, something Aurora herself didn't quite see. Her azure eyes were studying Verve's fancy decoration with delight.

Her voice, ringing clearly and softly, was heard across. "Hello, Verve."

This is a fantastic idea. ♥ Wow...
I'll have one of mine approach at some point, once I figure who would be best for this.

So tracking, this seems very interesting. 83

"Yes indeed."

Slowly, measured the piebald strides up to the tall doe. She still locks her gaze in Verve's eyes, as if to try to convey a message mentally. Either that, or she was simply amazed by the great changes young Verve had gone through, and still had retained her spirit.

Once arrived, Aurora settles down in a comfortable, relaxed manner. "Your jewelry, it is amazing. Do tell me more of it, please." Her expression was kind and filled with tender curiosity.

"I would like to know," Aurora began slowly, still gazing at the many decorations of the interesting doe, "What each of them means to you. They do have a meaning, right?"

Expectantly, her look reach up to Verve's painted face again and search for the answer in there. Her smile widens, and the ocean her eyes are seems to become alight, alight with the desire to know more.

Verve raised an eyebrow, as subtile as she could. Not the 'how do you do it' question? That was new. "Well uh." An awkward smile crept on her face. "I think you're looking into it too much. I just like making things? There are some meanings behind the colors I use, I suppose." She hoped the doe realised she meant her face paint. "Red and black are agressive colors, white calm. But uhm, I tend to use all three anyway. I guess perhaps if I'm all red and black, steer clear?" She grinned, a little awkwardly. She didn't feel she was all that deep, or philosophical. Things usually had deeper meanings for those who needed her help, like Sterre who had asked about making something her boyfriend gave her into a necklace. That meant something. Verve just liked making it.

Acer:
Thank you! I have a lot of fun making them!

"I see. Your craft gains its meaning not by creation, but by use. That is very wise."

Aurora took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Then, when she look up at Verve again, her face seemed to be both apologetic, but at the same time, hopeful. "I am wondering... could you make a trinket for me? Something I can put around my neck. Something that leaves room for interpretation. I want it to be my focus of memory, something I look into and discover something new each time..." She'd seen those stones on her travels. The bipedial species called them 'opals'. Beautiful gems, many facets, but oh so rare. They caught her fancy for they were similar to her feather and eyes.

"I like the color azure..."

Aurora's eyes widen with delight, the sage seemed to be enchanted by the ideas Verve came up with. Fiercely, she nodded, and her smile widening even more. "That sounds very good, Verve. I am amazed how quickly you saw beyond my masses of fur. Perharps I am obvious, but indeed, I am still amazed." She paused to look down at the wonderful gem the spider had carried over, and her smile became a marry grin.

"Yes, yes. This is perfect." Her gaze shifts up again, and her next words were carrying an invisible, but true weight with them. "Thank you."

Calinka:

The other doe seemed pleased with Verve’s decision, good! “I guess you’re more obvious then you think” She smiled still, not meaning harm with her comment. “I’ll make something nice, just you wait!”



LilyBlue:

“Neah huh, that’s a nice name.” She looked so young, Verve had to look around for a moment if there wasn’t going to be a huge furious stag trampling on her soon for coming near his kid. But it seemed not to be so. “My name is Verve.” She noticed the child eying her jewelry. “Do you like them?” She asked, tilting her head slightly forwards so Neah could have a better look. Long strings with beads were attatched from the front to the end of her antlers. She was no fighter, but surely she could have use for them.

Definitely tracking; this is such a unique and awesome idea.

A perked her ears at the chuck and then thought at the question. Yes perhaps she would like something. With a dip of her head she slip the bell from around her neck and held it out to Verve. "Can make this pretty for me?" she asked with grin as she held it out. She wanted her necklace to look pretty like Verves. And if not a necklace she could always make it into something else. She wanted something pretty too. She gave a little rattle of her baby quills and a nod of the head.

Oh Aurora's necklace is gorgeous! The blue really matches her design well too.

I'm not sure whether I'm yet allowed to comment in character (as in, did Aurora already see it?) but I gotta say, I really, really love it. Like I already said on MSN. But as Sight mentioned, the colors fit sooo well.
And I'm sure Aurora will adore it, too. xP

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(Sorry for not returning the super cute tiny art favour, I hurt a muscle in my arm at work uugh. Also if that is an accurate size difference between those two then I am afraid of Kate now HAHA hugeass.)

There is something odd about the next approaching deer, and Verve finds herself shifting awkwardly. There was something about the way she looked at her. Like she knew more. Like she was more important even, still Verve did not recognize this deer. They gave off a vibe like the twin gods did. Odd.
But Verve was not a hostile doe. She covered her nervousness with a smile and offers her to sit with her.

The other even seems to know her name. That was odd.

“Thank you, miss..?” She tries to imply she doesn’t actually know her.

“You don’t look that plain, miss. There is something nice about it too.” She eyed the paint on the others face too. Curious. They did use a lot of different colors.

Her eyes lit up at the impressive does’ suggestion. “I can surely try!” The words set her mind thinking immediately. Feathers!
She looks at Kate curiously as she mentions Sterre. “ I know.. I’m glad.” Odd again. “Who was this exactly? But before she could ask the other had vanished. Well, she could contemplate her suggestion now.

(Ah I’ll try to come up with some things for you <3 As always I will make sure to show them to you as well, always love your feedback!)




Calinka:

It hadn’t even been that long after the piebald doe had asked Verve for the favor of a necklace, but already did the tall lean doe come up to the piebald again. She had a bad habit of losing herself in her work, losing sleep over it. She seemed a bit tired but not too bad. “ Ah, there you are!” She says with a smile. “I have a first design for you, if you like. You can tell me what needs changing.” She joined Aurora in her rest, gently laying out the necklace in front of the other with her hoof. “I didn’t use too many colors this time.. I thought black or white would just melt with your pelt.



Jinxyness:

Verve watched a fawn come into her direction from a distance. She kept a good eye on it when she noticed it was not paying attention, coming towards her rather quickly. She saw the stick and she saw the fawn, but it was already too late. A squeak and a tumble followed, Verve’s ears lowered. She should’ve warned them! But it seemed the fawn had just bounced right back up, greeting her with a happy hi. “Hello there, are you alright?” She smiled at the young doe, lowering her neck to be at her level. Verve’s eyes followed Kailani’s, up to all the beads and feathers adorning her antlers. “I did! Do you like them?”

Kailani nodded happily, a hardy little fawn if there ever was one. She loved shiny things almost like she was some kind of a bird, like a crow or a raven that sought pretty trinkets for it's nest.
"Yes, yes! Dey are so pretty!" Kai was quite bouncy that day, full of energy and youthful vitality. She liked Verve already, something about the doe put her at ease and made her feel more comfortable. She seemed nice, and when others seemed nice to Kailani she saw no qualms with trying to be friends with them. She still enjoyed playing, and wondered somewhat if Verve liked to play the games she did, like tag and hide-and-seek. Kailani bet Verve would win all the time if she did.

I actually realised how large I had made her as soon as I saved the image. I wanted to make her big to portray importance or some godly thing, but then I forgot how big Verve actually was HAHAHAHAHA. So no. She is smaller than Verve xD

Bop bop, love Verve's stuff! Always interesting to see what she/you come up with.

It's a cold afternoon when Sorrel approaches, full of wonder and questions about this doe, who she is and what she does. There is something familiar about her appearance that the ginger can't quite put a hoof on. Despite all this, she is patient, and even quiet for once, driven to a taste of anxiety by her situation.

"Hail," she begins, a little meekly. "I've heard that you are offering your talents," said whilst eying the objects strung about her ears a little jealously, "and I was wondering if I could request something for myself...and a friend, too."

And again, she hesitates, acting rather strangely compared to her usual self. That bright mane is stiff and bristled, not entirely from the icy temperature. She is not afraid of the doe and her strange appearance as others might be. Instead, Sorrel is afraid of the consequences what she asks for might bring upon the future. Closing a gate to her son entirely.

Part of her wants it. Part of her wants to go and say goodbye to someone who isn't there anymore. Part of her just wants to turn around and leave.

But with that stubbornness birthed in her blood, Sorrel stays, dipping her head after a silence before continuing if allowed to do so. "I'm being followed by ghosts from my past. Is there anything you could make that could help me? I'd be willing to make payment for that, and something simple for someone else, as a gift."

Lying down before the black doe, one beetle crawls onto a stretched out leg, where the ginger noses it curiously. When the beetle shuffles away, she looks back, not noticing the previous flinch. The questions she asks make Sorrel pause again, not entirely sure what was real or simply something stirring in her mind. "I find it hard to tell, but I think it is a memory. He appears in my dreams sometimes. I want to let go."

It was about time, she thought. Enough pain.

"Yes, he does!" She laughed light-heartedly, feeling a bit better when things were off her chest. "They're pretty big...but he said that they shed, so I think somewhere else would be better. Maybe around an ankle?" Sorrel wasn't entirely sure what he would like but it was worth a guess. "He isn't here that often but I thought i'd surprise him when he comes back." If he comes back, something in the dark of her brain said, going unnoticed.

"Oh, certainly. I don't have anything right now...but i'll find something." She'd view it as a treasure hunt; there had to be something interesting around here, right? And if there wasn't, there was always that fascinating outside world that might be possible soon. "Sorrel." She dips her head again in that greeting she has. "Is there something you're running low on?"

"Always." She nodded; the doe hadn't had a pleasant dream since that death. But the ones involving her son where always the worst. "I was...hoping you'd have something to stop it, completely. I'm not entirely sure what would work." This wasn't her profession, after all!

"Yes, haha. He's called Sonne." Completely oblivious to the family connection, she went on. "My antlers don't...I wonder why that is? And as for his color...kinda like mine I guess. A bit darker. Kinda like the oak."

"Maybe...I could search the pond?" She suggested, one eye thinning to a slit as she thought. "Or the creek. Maybe there's some stuff in there no one's found. Gems. Skulls. Whatever goes!" The ginger often took dives into the pond so that wouldn't be too difficult. "Sometimes I grab water weeds from the dropoff...would that be too thin to use?" She personally liked to eat them.