I DREW THIS REALLY TINY SO I COULD FIT THEM INTO AN ALTERED SCREENSHOT BUT THEN I WAS LIKE LOLNO. though I did that anyway because I am a butt.

Alabaster the brown one is mine, Cremello the not-brown one is Aimery's. Mini story and junk under the cut.

<sub>The male fawn towered over the female, staring down at her lithe frame he let out an indignant snort. At first she seemed not to notice him, noisily clearing his throat and rearing, jabbing his forelegs out he was finally rewarded with a tired, fatigued glance.

“Gerrup!” Alabaster demanded, jabbing his forehead forwards in a rough declaration of playtime. She didn’t respond, Alabaster did not yet comprehend anything near to illness or fatigue and presumed she was just being difficult.

“I can’t” she finally said, and he huffed loudly. For a long time he just stared at her, before leaning down to sniff. She smelt like the forest and not like a parent. Alabaster smelt like Ausar, all the fawns he’d met so far smelt like grass and doe. She didn’t smell of those.

“Fine, but I am only waiting until mein Vater kommt.“ He declared, and settled down beside her.</sub>

// And then he chased away all other fawns from coming near them and fell asleep practically on top of her.