He tilted his head at her question, though, ears tuning to her attentively as his curiosity was peaked yet again.
"They do? Heh, I'm afraid I cannot count myself among, them, then... Although what do they come to you for?" He asked with great interest, the dark doe seeming more and more intriguing to him as the conversation went on. He had yet to meet a deer in the forest who actually offered their talents to other deer, although he had yet to meet more than a handful at best, which probably spoke oceans about his ability to socialize.

Amunet trotted slowly forward her fluff that was a tail trailing lightly in the dirt behind her. With a small smile the doe moved toward to see Verve. The white doe had just cleaned her pelt and it almost sparkled as she weaved in out of the sun patches. Her long black hair fell lightly on her shoulder and tucked away in her curled horns was a small stuffed black cat. Amunet gave a little bow to Verve and a tilt of her head, where things ready now? The white doe had been looking forward to being painted by Verve and she had taken the time to wash her fur out each day since they had last spoken.
"Hello Verve~"

The doe gave a little chirp her normally hallow voice sounding a bit happier than before, she was excited.

As the various items adorning Verve's antlers rattled quietly with her movement, Esclave looked upon then in fascination, eyes shining with admiration and a smile stealing onto his lips yet again.
"You crafted all of this?... That is truly impressive! I never knew deer could create such magnifique works of art!..." he said, his accent becoming a little more pronounced and a single foreign word slipping into his speech. Her question tore him away from his adoration of her craftsmanship, though, and he blinked, ears turning slightly as his focus was shifted.
"Oh, I am largely nocturnal. The sun hurts m... my eyes." He said, though there was hesitance in his voice, as if there was something he did not want to say.
He didn't dare revealing the nature of his species to Verve. He was much too afraid of scaring her away, as it had done so many before her. Although they had been humans and the deer in this forest all seemed very friendly and welcoming...
Still, he took no chances and had only ever revealed his secret to one person since coming to the forest.

CW:

She bowed her head slightly, her usual shyness overcoming her yet again. She was often complimented for her work but it would likely never stop suprising her. "Thank you, I get some help though.." She said as she stared down at her hooves for a moment. "A deer can only do so much." She had always been envious of hands. Though she seemed to manage fine without.
She tilted her head slightly at his change of expression. He didn't seem too happy. "Oh? That must be quite annoying.." The crafter she was, her immediate wonder was how one would be able to shield their eyes. She herself loved the sun, having spend a great deal of her life in Africa certainly played part in that. Having to miss out sounded horrible to her. "I could try and make something to shield your eyes from the sun.. But I guess it isn't that easy huh?" She smiled, perhaps with a hint of pity. He didn't seem too comfortable talking about it.

Kasmir:

The tall doe listened quietly as the other spoke, making mental notes of the things she said. It was going to be tricky. "I will do my best." She smiled reassuringly. When the other mentioned repayment, she seemed to shake her head quickly. "Oh nonono it's okay! Please take your rest, I'd rather make these things from you and see you healthy than seeing you exhaust yourself to repay me. No please, spend time with your family if you're that worried, or see a healer perhaps? There are deer who know a lot about medicine you know." She was still worried. Never had she had such a request before. In a way, she rather heard she'd prepare for healing than prepare to die. Verve glanced at the does belly. Was that the reason she was sick? "I know of someone who could perhaps try to help? I know she's very trained in medicine, what about you talk to her as payment for me?"

Ah she loved to make others smile, so at his hers grew as well. "Yeah, of course. I really have to think about the how, of course.." She seemed to look him over for a moment, especially his head. Where would such a cap rest? And what would she make it of? What about a mask? "Anything you can tell me about the things you like? Like, perhaps a favourite color, or a fondness of feathers or skulls, anything." Those things would be good to know. Just so she wouldn't come up with a pink bunny-eared cap. "Well if I can help you a little I'd be glad." She added in reply to his last sentence.

Oh Misako, they're gorgeous! Thank you ever so much. :3

He tilted his head slightly as she yawned and prodded that soft, cold nose gently at her in a careful caress... Which he regretted doing... His stomach suddenly reminded him he hadn't fed for a day...
"Oh dear, you seem tired, I hope I didn't wake you up!..." He said with a worried tone, a soft frown on his face as he sniffed her, the gesture common for any deer... Although his motivation for doing so was slightly different... And it was one he was desperately trying to shake off.
He had to control it. He was stronger than this, he knew it. He could repress it like he'd done several times before. He was determined to not lose himself tonight or any other night ever again.
So to distract himself, he spoke instead.
"I do so hope it's not too much trouble, though, this entire thing... I'd hate to be a bother to you!..." He said, sincere as they come.

As she flinched back, Esclave was quick to jerk back as well, startled by the reaction, fur frizzling softly in the cool air, making him appear rather fluffy for a moment. Contrary to her, he had thick, soft pelt, well adapted for the cooler climate of the forest.
"Oh, pardonnez-moi!" He blurted out almost simultaneously with Verve. Although as she spoke, he smiled.
"Oh, a trip? That sounds exciting! Where did you go? I've personally never travelled before, what's it like?" He asked excitedly, the new conversational topic thankfully banishing the gnawing hunger in his stomach.

"It's quite alright, deer tend to be a little..." He looked away for a moment, ears lying back softly, "-Unnerved around me for some reason..." They could feel his predatory instinct... Which he often times was grateful for, seeing as it had prevented him from preying on them so far.
His ear perked up again as she spoke of her travels, though, and that curious and wonderous glint returned to his eyes.
"Yes, I have noticed that too... Sometimes you can run for hours in a straight line and pass the same place several times..." The forest always confused him thus...
As she mentioned humans, another shade of wonder glid across his face. "Humans? Really?..." He said with a smile, though he was hesitant whether he should tell her he used to be one too and could freely change into a humanoid at will... He was never one to flaunt abilities, his previous masters had thoroughly beaten that out of him.

He gave a soft, avoidant shrug at the question, though he very well knew why. He hadn't noticed her sharp teeth, though, so he still believed himself to be the only carnivorous being present.
"Who knows, life is strange like that sometimes..." As she talked about humans, he smiled. He personally had mixed experiences with them, although the only ones he could remember were his masters who had kept him imprisoned through generations. Not very happy memories. But, being the relentless optimist he was, he believed in the good in all beings.
"They do all have different personalities, after all... There really is no telling what a person is like before you meet them..." He sighed, briefly remembering that one of his masters who had been kind to him... And had paid a horrible price for it. He determinedly chose to focus on the good memories, though, making him smile... And chuckle slightly at her last remark.
"Hands do come in handy most times! Heh..." -he decided there was no beating around the bush. A shapeshifter was not uncommon in this forest of changes, after all. "I'd be at a loss at how to draw without them, quite frankly..." He gave a small chuckle. "I doubt I'd be able to control a pencil with my mouth, after all!..." He found himself holding back a breath - this was a big risk for him, he did not wish to instil needless jealousy in the charming doe. He'd do anything to keep a new friend...

Esclave let out a relieved breath at her enthusiasm, ears perking up happily and eyes shining brightly at this reaction. He had not expected it, but it was indeed a very welcome turn out! He was close to chuckling with joy.
"Heh, I don't know if you can learn it, I was..." He hesitated for a moment, "-born with it, I suppose you could say... but this place is full of magnificent beings, there might be some who can bestow the power on you!" He wanted to help her so very badly, although he highly doubted turning her into a vampire would do the trick. He had been human before, after all, not a deer. Plus he did not want this curse on her...
He smiled brightly as she asked about his drawings, though, but his smile was not the only bright thing... He gained a small, most becoming blush under the short fur on his cheeks.
"Oh, my drawings are nothing special... Just vague memories recreated and, eh... Natural motives... I used to live in a place isolated from the outside world, so I drew nature to remind me of it..." He bit his lower lip slightly nervously.
"I could change and show you some? I always carry my sketchpad on me..." He was always a little bashful about changing in front of people. Probably a remnant of his need to hide his species.

The dreamcatchers are perfect and you caught Calida's feathers perfectly. <3

"You're right, I would be silly to want to give up my peaceful lifestyle just for a pair of hands. But who knows, maybe one day." She shrugged lightly. For a moment she wondered what one would get in return for not being able to venture into the sun. She couldn't imagine many deals good enough. For a moment she looked at him curiously, but he didn't continue.
He kept using those strange words. She kind of had to smile at them, they sounded funny. It seemed he was used to a different language, that didn't suprise her too much.
Verve watched curiously as he changed. It looked odd to say the least.. She wondered if it'd hurt, but he didn't seem to give a flinch. She curiously sniffed his vest when his transformation was over. "Interesting gear." She said, retreating her head again to look at him. "That didn't look painful at all, doesn't it hurt?" The doe tilted her head. This transformation had gone differently from her friends. She wondered why that was. Quickly though she was distracted by what he took out of his pockets. "Is that a pencil?" She nodded at his charcoal pencil. "I would never be able to hold that with my hooves." She seemed amused, sniffing it as well. It did smell familair. "So you draw with these things right?"

"It is?" She couldn't help but peek along. To her the blue pencil looked like some sort of large bead, in an odd shape and a weird way of using it's color. "You like blue huh. Can I have that pencil?" She nodded at the blue stump he had left. Seemed the tall doe had an idea.. "You'll get it back." There was an eager grin on her face. It seemed a useless object to him, but Verve tended to have her own views. Her attention quickly turned to the book, looking at the paintings he showed. "Ooh! Is this a real moth?" She seemed very attentive to the bug. "I mean, did you really see it? I've never seen a moth like that before." At every page he turned, it seemed she had to make a little sound or add a word to express her liking. "That sun reminds me of Africa." She seemed to smile. "That's where I saw the most beautiful sunsets. No others have matched yet, not even high in the mountains." The drawings reminded her of all the skies she still had left to see too. The many trips she still had to make. "These are all really beautiful. Is the man someone special?" Woops, now she was prying. "He's really well drawn." She smiled at Esclave.

She collected the pencil inbetween her front legs, as a spider quickly scurried down to grab it from the ground. As quick as it got down, it climbed up her neck again, out of Esclave's perspective. He couldn't have missed the action though. "Awesome. I think it looks interesting." She did notice how he kept her personal space in mind. That was kind of him.
"It is a very pretty moth though.. Doesn't really matter if it's real or not. I would've loved to have one like it." She grinned again. She liked collecting different bugs, mainly kept them alive but she had dried specimen. They were just rather difficult to preserve.
"Your master?" The doe looked at him curiously. Master? That didn't sound like fun. Or was it a different word for lover, or partner? She was pretty sure it wasn't, but by his expression.. "Well, I hope he takes good care of you. You seem alright though so I guess he does?" She smiled, maybe the slightest hint of worry visible.
The doe shifted in her position for a moment, stretching out her long neck. A subtile 'knack' was audiable. "Argk." She laughed. "Sorry. Looked into one direction for too long." Haha, awkward. She turned her attention back to the book. "It's really interesting, you're making an image that lasts forever. The place you drew can change but it'll stay the same as you drew it in your book." It seemed a little magical to her.

"That's good to hear." She wasn't blind to his expression. He seemed happy, so whatever he called his partner then did not really matter. She found it an odd way of expressiong a relationship, but what did she know of them? Clearly not enough. She chuckled quietly as he stared at the picture. That gaze seemed unmistakable.
"Ah it's just that I need to move it more often. I just returned from a really cold region, perhaps I am a little bit tense. Or sensitive to the change in temperature." She was likely going to be catching a cold sooner or later. But she'd better try to not sneeze when Herla was around, or she'd be covered in medicine.
Verve nodded again. "Makes sense. What will you do when all your pencils are out?" She looked at him curiously. "I don't think you can get new ones in this forest.." That would be a shame, if he ran out. But the stumps made for nice decoration purposes in her eyes. "Can you travel to a world where they have the pencils?" Such a world sounded interesting.

This works is really beautiful <3

The sun had made it's first appearance in days, ominous cloud or heavy rain keeping the strange little creature in her hollowed tree full of her own stash of trinkets and oddities.
An admirer and collector of beautiful things, the doe had seen Verve's creations around the forest, she'd followed and badgered others, questioning them upon where they had recieved their creations from, and every time she'd been given the same name in response.
After a while of quiet watching, the swan had eventually approached the very tall female, not intimidated by her height, but impressed. "Hello."She'd greeted, polite. "Verve, yes?"

Seed tried to figure out how to preamble this successfully. By and large, the green stag was inclined to give up. He dropped the poem at her feet.

"While I don't have a request, I do know of your work and admire it...And thought to write this, in admiration of your art."

He was always slightly nervous when giving people a poem; it was something experience could not alter, because each poem was different, and each reciever was different. Still, now that it was said, he stood his ground, regardless of how strange it might look.

Seed:

Her head followed the motion of the falling bark, looking at it as it landed in front of her feet. At the stag’s words, she looked up again. Write? ”You wrote something for me?” She sounded surprised. Shocked, almost. The doe settled down in front of the bark, pulling it towards her with her long front legs as she sat down. She began to read.
Telling from the movement of her eyes, she didn’t just read it once. No, the doe seemed to read over the poem several times. She didn’t utter a word but her expression betrayed enough. She was in awe. ”No one has ever written anything for me before.” She finally spoke, still looking at the text.
The doe seemed to struggle with words as she finally looked back up to Seed. The doe got up, she kept a humble pose even though her legs made her look extremely tall. ”I really don’t know how to thank you, or how I deserve this..” If he’d look closely, he’d be able to see she her eyes getting watery. ”Thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me. And I simply have to return the favor in a way.” Her attention went back to the poem, lowering her long neck to look at it again. ”I simply have to ask.. How did you write this down? Did you carve it in, sir?” Her head lifted up again, but her attention kept to the bark. And for good reason. From the bushes, with long leaps a big group of locusts arrived. The tiny hooks on their feet locked onto the bark. ”Sorry, this can be loud.” She apologized in Seed’s direction, but never losing focus on the poem. The locusts started flapping their wings excessively fast, lifting up the bark and landing it on the tall doe’s back. Here she seemed to loose concentration, and the locusts either jumped away calmly or sat on her back. Some chirped. Her head turned to Seed. ”Can I ask you your name sir?” Verve looked happy, very much so. The grin would not leave her face.

Vauss:

For a moment, she blinked in confusion ”Me? Beautiful?” She sounded surprised, and not in the fake way. Her surprised expression slowly melted into a friendly smile. ”I think you’re beautiful too.” She had to admit that. The doe was a little puzzled about the others expression towards her. Verve seemed to realize she must look intimidating to a small form like the others, and she gently sat herself down to reduce her size immensely. ”Thanks. And I surely can.” She seemed to glow a little, grateful to such a positive response her designs had gotten. ”Any type of feather you like? Color? Sort of item?” The doe tilted her head. The swan queen didn’t have to answer them, but they’d help steer Verve into a direction for starters. ”And well, since you know my name, can I know yours?” The tall doe was always a little surprised when it turned out others knew her before she knew them. She wasn’t the most social butterfly, so that she didn’t know everyone’s names wasn’t that much of a surprise. But that everyone knew –hers-. It was a compliment though, she knew that.

Seed waited while she read. He tried -- and failed -- to resist looking at her face, judging his own lines again in his head as he did so. He was never sure where to put himself when other people read his work. Her reaction made him beam, though he didn't know how to answer everything at once. Start with the most straightforward one.

"Yes, I carve it...It's the best mix I can find of portable, relatively quick, and durable, so it's the best option for delivering gifts...." The display with the locusts made him smile -- it was about what he was picturing at the final lines, just with a different insect. It made him feel vindicated and... Wait. She was asking his name? A little bit of worry sprang up. He had totally forgotten to introduce himself... Well, he supposed that he had done well enough, anyway.

"Oh. Yes. Right. I'm Seed."

She was pleased when Verve lowered her body somewhat, though of course she was still a giant to poor Lovelace, it was somewhat easier to communicate. The much smaller doe flashed a very brief smile, eyes that blended into the black upon her face sparked with curiousity and excitment. Despite how pleased she was, her body language still did not change; ears pinned, shoulders hunched slightly, neck lowered. "Ah--name!"The swan nodded, as if she'd forgotten. "Lovelace."She stated, nodding again. "Actually--I have some small feathers that I've....shed. The doe explained, rooting through her own fur to show the pretty creature where the small feathers grew in. Llace however wasn't entirely truthful, she plucked them before they could grow any larger, an annoyance. "I'd like it if you used them for a gift for a friend; hm--he's taller than me, though not by much. Maybe a necklace? Something for his neck or back?"She inquired, tilting her head to look the doe in the eye again. "I have a lot of them, a large pile in my tree."

Vauss:

The doe nodded as she listened to the small white doe. She kept trying to keep her pose as small as possible, but it only seemed to make Lovelace shrink too. ”Alright, I can do that. Well, I guess I’ll need those feathers..” Verve smiled. ”Oh! And a little description of how your friend looks. Like color and gender. Otherwise I might end up making something that doesn’t fit them.” That was always important to Verve, that it fit and matched.

(I’d like the name of the character of course so I can look them up ♥)


Seed:

She tilted her head when he mentioned there might be something. It seemed to cause a bit of curiosity, of course. ”Well, I had intended it to be a surprise of course like your gift had been.. But something to help with your writing.” Was the best description she could give without betraying anything. ”But I’d like to hear what you had in mind.” She would never exclude any ideas. And well, if she liked his she’d just make two things for him. Why not.

The thick white buck made his way to where this cow who crafted would be. He had heard about her from the green stag, Seed, he just met a couple of days ago. Seed suggested that she might be able to help he with his hat problem. And it never hurt to ask. Soon, he saw the figure of a slender form, much taller then himself. And Radish thought himself tall, this female made him look like a fawn again. "Hello, are you Miss.Verve?" Approaching, he stood a polite distance from her, lifting his head up to meet her gaze. Oh how long it had been when he had to look up to another deer. Her first impression of him could just be he was a rather odd looking buck, with such tiny horns, wearing an apron and bowl for a hat.

Radish nodded to her request, his mother and father's persisting to be polite stuck with him this hole time. Some might have questioned his attire as he walked through the forest to come see Verve, but he never took notice. He only had a preference to cover himself. Something he gained from his family. They both wore ether an apron or skirt to cover themselves and he still never knew why ether. Coming back, Radish motioned to his bowl hat with his eyes. "I have had this since I was a fawn, but something I could never get to work about it, is that if I move to quickly or bend my head down, it falls off. Nothing to hold it on." With a bend of his head, the bowl wiggled uneasy, threatening to take a jump for the floor. "Which is why I came, my new friend Seed suggested you might be able to help me" He wasn't wanting anything fancy, just a way to keep it from toppling over. The buck used his bowl hat mostly for keeping his face dry in the rain and it was a gift from his mother after all. So it was hard to let go of.