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There was a quiet shuffling in the grass nearby as something, or rather someone, approached. Instead of the footfalls of lera though, it was the hoofsteps of another deer.

The towering crown of antlers with its impressive array of tines earned with the passing seasons, marked him as a royal. A captain perhaps? Well, maybe at one time that seemed ages ago. But instead it was the lord himself, having strayed from the Home Oak and was now leisurely walking the hillsides.

It had been some time now since he had challenged and beaten Fell Lore, and the majority of his offspring were grown. The middle aged stag now patrolling the borders of his territory in what was becoming a bit of a custom.

"Look sharp, young Outrider, any news today?"

Brychan's voice was kindly and in high spirits. It was a lovely spring day after all. His antlers fresh out of velvet, which marked the soon to come breeding season. He was feeling lively enough to leap across the mountaintops, but simply settled for the stroll.

Brychan just chuckled at the apparently surprised young stag, who seemed to not have been expecting him.

"Indeed it is. Although just about every stag looks for a little excitement now and then."

The star spotted lord now walked up to stand next to Broom, tilting his head slightly to look the younger male over. Unfortunately, he hadn't had the opportunity to meet one on one with every member of the herd.

"I don't believe we've met. What's your name?"

If anything, he should at least be acquainted with the Outriders whose duty it was to protect the herd.

Brychan turned his gaze away from Broom eventually, seemingly satisfied with what he saw of the buck. The lord nodding quietly in agreement with his words.

"You have a good head under those antlers. You know what's important, but that doesn't mean you have to succumb to boredom."

There was a time when he too had been an Outrider, in the same position as Broom was. It felt like it had been only yesterday, but my how the time had flown.

"Broom, then. I think I heard mention of you from one of my sons." Probably Aidan or Campion, he didn't expect that Telwyn would even remember something like Broom's name.

A kindly smile appeared on the lord's muzzle as the younger stag spoke. The slight apprehension was easy to see, and not at all unexpected, but he hoped that Broom would loosen up a bit. This Lord didn't bite after all, and he would rather have the respect of his Outriders, not their fear. This is why he tried to get to know as many as he could, but that was a rather daunting task indeed.

"Well..." he started, once Broom's words had trailed off. "It is a very large herd. One can't expect to know everyone well. I'm still trying to accomplish that myself." It was indeed a task that would likely take a lifetime! Everyone knew him, or at least of him, but Brychan was just one stag.

"Who are your parents?" That seemed a slightly random question, but not a pointless one. Perhaps if hew knew the young stag's parents, he would make an easier connection with him.