((For the sake of playing two characters, I'm going to leave the text black, okay Avid?))
Flushing out a patch of white, Iris was staring at a white, antlered form with the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen. "Hello," Iris found herself gasp. The antlered head bowed. "Who are you?" the small red deer asked, her ears perking foward instead of flicking back. The white deer opened her mouth and said in a soft, windblown voice, "I am Tove. A deer from the North. It seems I've gotten lost...."
Iris tilted her head to the side in confusion. This deer had antlers, but smelled, looked, and spoke like a female. Maybe deer from the North all had antlers. Morven had little tales to tell of the North. Mostly just the Fallen. "Who may you two be?" asked the strange deer.
"I am Iris. A storyteller in this herd." The blue eyes widened. "Storyteller? As am I of sorts," Tove replied with a smile. Iris looked to Boyd. How was her beloved going to act with a rogue stranger in his herd land?
