"...I don't usually come in here" the stag chuckled softly - nervously, as he shifted about in his unease and laid back his ears. Why 'was' he here? He regarded the fawn before him, baffled, and found himself relaxing under the acceptance in the child's gaze. Scars were of no importance here. Trasported into the past, the insecurities from his youth flooded him, washing over him with surprising warmth. They were one in the same...
"So...what's your name, kid?"
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HELLO! We would very much like to know who your are ^^ Darcy feels strangely drawn to this little fawn...enough to flee his friends to come and sit with him/her in the Plaats! Sorry if he was becoming a bother, he couldn't help himself haha.
