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Eyestrain:

!!
Thank you so much...
It's absolutely beautiful. I love the choice of background pictures, as well as the whole composition.
Merry Christmas, if you celebrate it.

Serenai:

You too. ♥ I hope it was a great one.

Hello. Blue Boy is adorable.

Oh, how I miss you.

I have not seen Aletheia in forever. :3 Hello~<3

She met Crucio today I think?
Track. <3

I love this page update. I love the middle image especially. (:

Sorry to bump this but she's so pretty! I love the concept with flowers

Tracking~

Sessy: Thank you!

Eyestrain: That makes it even more lovely...Mm. Such beautiful places and people. Something about all of those images just feels right, too.
Thank you.
It's good to see you again...♥

I haven't seen you in a while? How've you been?

She watched, smiling lightly as the words formed in front of her.

I've been alright myself. There was a brief pause, as she shook her head, freeing it of the rain momentarily.

It's been a long time since it's rained. I've missed of. What of you? Do you enjoy the rain at all?

She nodded.

Yes, it is. It hardly ever rains though. With a slumping gesture, she draped her head over the doe's shoulders; a yawn followed.

I'm a bit tired though. Mind if I use you as a pillow for a bit? Her voice was warm, content.

@Lung: Oh god, I was terrible at responding. I'm sorry. :c

@Rhhya:

The mute doe bit her lip and looked around. In the pond, she wouldn't be able to write. Hopefully, her body language would come off clearly enough. With a small smile, Aletheia nodded at the dark doe instead. Glancing at Walter, she bowed her head, motioning for the other to come closer.

It was good not to be alone, especially for those grieving Walter's death.

Aletheia wasn't bothered. She knew deer often felt any number of ways towards others. Her eyes held only empathy. The flower spirit stood and leaned herself against Quadda, giving her a nuzzle to reassure her. Whatever the doe said, surely she was feeling something. Aletheia could feel it in the air. A light kiss was planted on Quadda's forehead as well.

Poor creature. Aletheia wished her only the best.

It is a cloudy day, here. Ah, A. Dear, sweet A.

Aletheia:
Quadda only lightly licked. More than a decoration is glad she had in her stomach. She understood, however, gesture and decided to accept. She had only a very small horns that looked like a crown and together they had just five to one in the middle, as dominant, the other two, and equal along the sides and edges of the very long and gently curved corners. She watched a doe and then she bent her head to let you give flowers to one of the corners (or otherwise put on head). Ears still be downloaded, but their roots twitching, as if to straighten them and was in so much spasm, it was not.

When she gave a flower, slowly straightened. She did not know she could not see. But she felt there. Gently lowered her head and looked herself in the reflection in the water. She was once beautiful, looked like a doe with those flowers. Biased and even picked up a tail pricked up her ears, a big habit. When she head up, is passed back and looked at Walter.

"What happened to him?" she asked after a moment of silence Quadda when she bent her head several times and gently pushed him into the hoof. Maybe he was afraid. He could sometimes be quite unpleasant, but it is only one had accused (and hoping that the last - even though she knew that she could have it, he has no patience with her).

Aw thank you. ♥