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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2017 7:52 pm
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They’d never been formally introduced, nor in fact, was Stalwart certain the lovely doe had even looked his way. But he had seen her and remarked upon her beauty, his heart beating wildly in his chest until he felt he might faint. They always crossed paths accidentally, moving through the same social circles and apparently inhabiting adjoining patches of swamp, to the point where he had begun to think it was fate.
Stalwart was generally fairly shy, letting others talk and never putting himself too forward, but on this, he bolstered his courage. He spent most of the morning collecting flowers, though clearly the ones she adorned her head with were clearly superior to anything so common that he could pluck. It was the thought that counts, he assured himself.
Then he sought her out, hoping she had not chosen to move on from the area and would be glad to receive him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2017 8:24 pm
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He had yet to notice her, his vision partially obscured by some of the flowers - he had been slightly over-enthusiastic when creating the bouquet and his nose was starting to itch.
But when he did, when he continued on his path and finally noticed the doe there, watching and waiting, he lost all ability of speech and was indeed convinced that fate was not only on his side but overjoyed by the thought of the their union.
The sun filtering through the leaves, seemed to sparkle off her brilliant white pelt, creating dappled markings and leaving no doubt that she was the most beautiful creature in the swamp.
His carefully prepared speech had fled entirely and he felt the distinct urge to fall to his knees, whether it was her beauty or her nerves or both, either way he ended up bowing down before her, flowers placed daintily at her hooves.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2017 12:07 am
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