Tracky track.
I super like your art of her that I've seen floating around.

but of course!
I'd like to rp one of my deer with her, if that's ok with you.

Since I asked, would you like me to start?

If you'd like to read about him, here's his biography. He can't talk and he doesn't understand very many things, but he's very friendly c:
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It didn’t feel so cold out anymore. The small grey stag opened his eye from his resting place near the Twin statues and blinked as he looked around—the Forest definitely looked as it normally did. While he wasn’t familiar with the ideas of “hot” and “cold,” the average temperature and weather in the Forest provided him with enough of a comparison to notice. Issuing a gentle sigh, he stretched out his legs and rolled onto his tummy.
After wandering around in order to try and find more of those shapes that had decided recently to hang from the sky (they were referred to as “stars,” but he had no way of knowing this), he’d managed to get his hair caught around some plants. It hadn’t taken very long for that small problem to turn into a very large one that he couldn’t solve himself, and so he’d resigned to just laying down and going to sleep, ignoring the problem altogether. And so he lay there on his belly, quietly wondering to himself how he was supposed to get some nice mushrooms to eat when they were so far away and he was so stuck..

Perhaps staying stuck wasn't too bad: the sun prickled warmly along his fur and the occasional breeze provided gentle relief when the heat became too much. His attention was quickly draw to one of those creatures that lived in the Forest. He stared at Wings and made a small noise almost like a bleat to let her know that he saw her and acknowledged her presence. Just as he was getting ready to go back to sleep, she'd moved closer and was pulling at his hair. Grey fur stood on end as he clambered to his hooves and panicked as he had no idea what she was doing. The poor thing reared and bleated frightfully, and then.. he wasn't stuck!
One large brown eye rolled behind his mask to see her move away and lay down. He stepped forward with both ears cupped toward Wings. His head tipped and he stepped closer. "N-dahh?"
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that'sfineWHATDIDYOUCOOKI'mhungryMAKEMESOMETHING/whinewhine

Pasta! I'd probably eat it anyways P:
You know, it SHOULD work like that, but it doesn't.. Darn you, science! x/
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The small stag moved closer. A snuffling noise came from behind his mask as he sniffed at her as best he could. His trademark stench of mildly infected wounds and unwashed deer wafted toward the doe when he snorted in order to evacuate her smell from his nostrils. He leaned forward and stared at her, then wiggled his tail happily. ”Ay? Ayyyl?” All the cogs in his head turned as he examined her face, but no, this clearly wasn’t his friend ‘Ayl’ who wore flowers and went exploring with him. Now that he knew this wasn’t somebody he was acquainted with, he tried to remember how these creatures went about introducing themselves to others.
He plopped onto his butt in front of her when he couldn’t think of anything else to do. All he did for some time was stare at her.

Haha. I'm glad you liked it x)
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"Ayyi." The reply was hard to understand not only because it wasn't really a word, but also because he mumbled it into his mask. He noticed that there were a few twigs in his hair but he didn't know enough about personal hygiene to see this as a bad thing, so it was ignored, no matter how silly it made him look. A small front hoof dug into the ground as he focused back on her. His one eye squinted at her. "Ey? Urray? Uurray?"
Talking sure was hard. The small stag whined to himself because he couldn't make noises like these nice creatures could.

A leaf caught by the wind demanded most of his attention. He got up from where they sat and trailed after it, blabbering happily. The cold had never really bothered him.
He stopped once he was a few yards away from her and looked over his shoulder at the funny colored, talking creature and wondered why it wasn't following him--most of the time, these creatures followed him. There was a definite pout to his body language as he turned fully around to face her and stomped a hoof into the ground. "Euh!" He seemed to scold.
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If at any time in my replies I refer to Wings as an "it" or "they," it's not because I don't know she's a girl, but my little guy doesn't know what boys and girls are and I'm trying to write kind of from his perspective ;u; Just wanted to give you a heads up in case that did happen and you'd be like "wow, Fish isn't very good at reading biographies."

Finals are no bueno, but good luck with them!! Wings is so cute @o@ (I don't mind short replies at all~)
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Gentle noises behind him alerted Grey to the fact that he was being followed. This was exactly what he wanted and he felt immensely happy with himself for figuring out how to get this thing to follow him when he wanted it to. A nervous start rippled through his body when Wings began to loudly frolic along him, but he quickly relaxed and watched her carefully as he lead them in a random direction.

All progress was halted at the ring of mushrooms that indicated the unique magical quality of the area. He stood with his hooves just outside the ring and looked over at her with a hesitant curiosity. Were they supposed to enter the ring?

Yay! Thank you!