Small, fragile? not really. For even the smallest of hearts can hold the greatest of strength.

Her head raised, wind ruffling soft white fur around her neck, slender legs picking over the ground easily.

Nearby another head raised, this one dark, the scent of blood with it.

And still she smiled, and still she moved closer to walk with the stag.

Bravery, is not how well you fight.
It is not being scary, not being in charge.

It is the small voice that meets the eyes of darkness itself and states;

'I am willing to give you a chance'

The eyes that meet those of death, and calmly say;

'I will get to know you'

The one who knows when to cower.

The one who knows when to flee.

The one that fights only when they need to.

Those are the truly brave souls.

The prince of hearts gazed down at the doe laying at his side, blinking slowly, smiling before looking away once more.

"you, Aeis"

his eyes turned down upon her.

"Are truly brave"