The young deer perks her ears up when hearing a small call and turns to the new stranger. 'Oh hello,' She thinks and with attention span of her age, she forgets her mission and trots over to the new deer, giving a few sniffs.

This is the first deer that has acknowledged her in her new home and she's happy to make an acquaintance. With a steady leg she gives a small bow.

The doe's eyes widen at the voice. She herself is not quite capable with words yet and tries to manage out a voice. ''Utt'n tee's." Her speech is sloppy but she hopes that her words got across. She nods her head in the direction of the tree she had been attacking.

With a pronounced smarting lump on her head and a little bit of bark cracked, it's easy to see the results of her labor. Above the large truck is pine bristles shaking in the steady nice breeze and pine cones apparently that have yet to bless the small fawn by falling.

"S-Sa-ues -old me...if I ge' pine cone. I can ge' an'lers." Her excitement bubbles easily to the surface and her young face beams with a happy and hopeful smile. Apparently the young deer had been talking to the spirits of the forest. Wherever they may have been, they seemed to of had mercy on her young mind and offered advice to her with her task.

Automatically the little fawn gallops around the older deer, giggling and bleating happily. "Es, 'es, 'es!" She gives a very enthusiastic nod of her head and happily goes to the older deer, rubbing her head against her chest and side. "hank, you!" She laughs.

The fawn had watched with glee and curiosity when she had seen her new found friend gently just brush against the tree instead of butting it. Her head drawn to the side in confusion and wonder. The spirits had told her to get a pine cone but never how. Now the little doe knew and would be feasting in no time.

When the elder deer casts the magic on her she felt tingles all over, centering mainly on her head. Then, a weight formed and she could feel her skin magically split to form antlers. She could not see them, but she knew they were there. A small pair fitting of her size and young age, not branches like the others, but small rounded twigs, holding in the center the sign she was gifted by the gods on her birth.

Still though, antlers were antler and she was overjoyed. Once more the little fawn bumped her head against the older deer's chest and felt her happiness burst forth in a golden light surrounding the both of them.

((Take your time, meanwhile I have taken your drawing as inspiration and am trying to draw Atoli as her antler envy self.))

Even though the speech was still slightly messy she managed to pull through. "I love 'em!" She giggled and looked at the elder with nothing but love in her eyes. It's then she realized that she had even yet to introduce herself to the helpful doe. "My 'ames Atoli."

The fawn tilted her head to the side. "Paren's?" They were the older deer that followed the younger fawns right? Everyone she had seen had some, maybe a loner or two, but they always seemed old enough to know what they were doing.

This young fawn had been born in the lavender clover patch, just near the big pond. She doesn't remember any other deer being there, just that it was bright and she was still sleepy from waking up. Did she have parents? Not that she knew of.

She shook her head. "Dunno." Her good mood had turned to one of confusion. Had she ever had parents? She had to of if she was born. She just remembered the spirits telling her, her name. A squirrel told her how to find food, and a frog told her that the water was safe to drink.

Yes, she decided that she was sure of it. "No paren's. Jus' froggy's and squirrels."

The doe happily laughed at the piggy back and gave a girlish chirp. "You'd be my momma? Does tha' mean we can play whenever we wan' 'ogether?" The little doe really didn't know how to react, she doesn't remember ever having a momma before.

She happily nuzzled her face into Ali's fur and bleated with joy. "I'd like 'ha' very much!"

Atoli gave a happily smile "I know where some grea' flowers are!" She said, she didn't see many of the other deer or fawns eat flowers but Atoli did and she thought that tasted great.

Atoli was already way ahead of her, stepping with purpose and a smile on her face. The antler's, although small, felt so natural and knowing that they weren't permanent Atoli couldn't help but count the seconds she had them.

It didn't take long before she had led Ali to a small patch of purple clover, scatter with fresh green grass still dewed from the morning. Nearby croaked a couple of frogs and in the air carried the sound of shifting cat tails and a babbling brook. It was obvious that they were close to the pond, providing a short trip to water nearby if the dew on the ground wasn't enough.

"Adaa." The young fawn smiled, still stumbling over her t's. She happily trotted over to the center of the small patch and dug in, chomping down happily on the little buds. Squirrels ran up and down the tree branches above them, shifting with them the sunlight that beamed down.

Atoli continued to munch away happily, stopping only to see a small squirrel come to join her on the forest floor. Her ears perked at the small chatter it started, and with a tender sniff she began to approach, lowering her head with a small offering bow.

The squirrel took the bow and quickly clamored onto the little deer's head, pushing her fur and stroking her antlers in an attempt to groom her. "Hehe," The little fawn giggled at the slightly ticklish feeling.