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Featuring Lord Solomon and Lady Azima, mentioning hoofmaiden Kaelee
Early Winter, Year 756 of the New Age
Glenmore, Lord Solomon’s Estate

Lord Solomon

Dusk settled over the glade gracefully, enveloping the area in inviting shadows and coaxing the living to their dens for the night. The air grew chill with oncoming winter, ruffling the coats of those still outside. Once fine and sleek pelts turned rougher and thicker, preparing the fawnlings for the cold weather to come. While snow wasn’t terribly heavy, it was still rather inconvenient. Solomon hated the season. It had a particular habit of killing any young plants that dared spring up later in the season and it tended to cut down on his harvests later. The whole thing was unacceptable. The lord reached out into the ground to see whether the soil was still rich or not, his plants could depend on it and if it was an issue he could simply steal some from the neighbors. Relief came over him as he sensed the nutrients still in the soil. His garden would survive the season if all went well.

Solomon strode through his glade, scanning for his mate. He was glad for a distraction from his negative opinion of the encroaching season. In fact, they needed to speak of seasons to come. The heavy lord paused a moment to try and scent Azima. She was nearby for certain. Solo huffed. He should not have to go to her. Azima, lady or not, was still a doe and would answer to him regardless of her own thoughts on the matter. Drawing himself up, Solomon stepped into the path of a young hind, a new servant he supposed as she was unfamiliar. “Please tell Lady Azima she is needed. I have things we need to discuss properly,” he told her before pausing for a thought. “Be sure to word it politely and not as a harsh command,” he added, keeping his tone smooth.

The servant scurried off and Solomon returned to his den and settled in, waiting for the servant to return with the pale Lady.

Lady Azima

It had been a beautiful day. Very cold, but beautiful. After days of light snowfall that immediately melted as it touched the ground, leaving the ground soaking and slippery, this day of sun felt as a relief. There were only a few clouds, and the sun’s rays were somewhat warming her back. Today had been a relaxed day for her. Kaelee had groomed her manes and tail, that definitely needed some attention. Now her blonde hair was all wavy and shiny again. She even rubbed some dried flowers in her hair, leaving behind an amazing smell. Azima was in such a good mood she gave her dark hoofmaiden some rare time off.

As the sun was slowly setting, it got colder and colder. Her breath left her nostrils in small condensed clouds. Her winter coat was getting thicker each day. She hated it. She looked fluffy and the long hairs itched and were difficult to keep clean. Every time she passed a puddle of ice-cold water and sometimes very thin ice, she lifted her legs as high as possible to avoid getting her feet wet.

She walked towards the den of her mate, Solomon. She had grown fond of the chestnut-pelted stag with his big rack, and she wanted to check out on him. When a rather young doe approached her and told her that Solomon was asking for her, she rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “As you can see, I’m already on my way.” She gave the doe her most sarcastic smile. “Now hush, and be gone.” The young hind quickly disappeared out of sight. When she arrived at Solomon’s den, she saw the stag was already waiting for her. It was nicely warm inside, much better than outside. “Good evening, Solomon.” Most of the other does called their mates ‘My Lord’, but she was different. “How has your day been?” She asked with a smile, as she settled next to him.

Lord Solomon

The bull chuckled lightly as he heard his mate’s voice sending off the servant he had sent to fetch her. He was glad he had found a good doe that wasn’t soft on the lesser beings that were commoners, stupid saps. He returned her smile politely as she greeted him and settled in. “Hello, Azima,” he replied, making a point of not using her title as she had left his off. It was something of their bond he shared. “My day has gone quite well, thank you. I hope yours treated you in a similar manner,” he added smoothly, watching Azima carefully.

Conscious of the chilly air, the heavy lord reached out mentally to vines at the mouth of the den and grew them into a thick barrier between the den and the outside. That complete, he began speaking once more,“ However, enough with the usual pleasantries, I have other matters requiring your attention, my dear,” he said, looking away with a fading smile and his voice growing deeper. “Since you have joined my family we have yet to discuss how you play into it. It has been lovely having you around, the servants seem to be much more productive and the glade certainly needed a proper Lady’s touch. However, you understand this is not all that is expected of a Lady who has taken a mate. I need to know where you stand in the business of producing heirs. Any sons we had I would give some claim of my property given they were properly dark and healthy. My elder sons of course have first claim as is tradition, but something of quality would be saved for any son of yours should you choose to have one. This said, do you wish to have any fawns in the coming seasons?”

Lady Azima

“I had a pleasant day as well.” She answered with a polite smile on her golden face. She had been this polite all her life; her parents expected her to be this way. She watched the chestnut stag looking at the thick vines of the den and she saw them grow, creating a wall to keep out the cold air. She loved watching him perform his magic. There was something extremely attractive about it. No wonder skilled stags got the most offspring. When he spoke again, the smile disappeared and made place for a more serious expression. She looked at him and knew what was coming. She had never been good with fawns, even though she had one of her own. Her daughter hated her, and they barely spoke to each other. Good for her.

She sighed and adjusted her legs as if she was in deep thoughts about the words her mate just said. While actually, she had been thinking about this for a long time. She knew this had to come one day. “I have been thinking about this.” She answered with some hesitation. “I think a fawn would be a good idea. Your strength, combined with my beauty- imagine the perfect sons or daughters we could have. At least, I hope I can give you the stag that you’re hoping for.” She said with a mild smile. “Luckily, I do have some experience with motherhood.” She added. The more she thought about it, the more a fawn seemed as a perfect option. Offspring meant her genes passed on, and so her traditional roots and, as she hoped; the despise of king Drustan.

Lord Solomon

“For that I am glad,” he replied, acknowledging that she had found the day decent in spite of the horrendous weather.

Solo studied her carefully. Her words were true but he noticed an unnatural discomfort in the pale doe’s demeanor and her smile faded. She expected it, he knew. Every doe that became the permanent mate of any lord did so by instinct. He could sense his own muscles wanted to squirm as she settled herself and thought. Solomon was pleased that she had given the matter some thought, many does simply liked to push the notion away and not deal with it until the day came. But no, while Azima was an obedient mate just as was expected of her, she knew her limits. Solo nodded smoothly. "I am aware of your previous venture," he said, voice kind. "Do you really think I only chose you for your pretty coat, Azima?" Solo added with a chuckle.

"I have two strong sons to carry my line, there is no rush. I do have one condition when we do have a fawn, however. The child will always be in either my or your presence at all times. I will not stand nannies. If you need time away, I will babysit as needed," he added, growing serious as his mind wandered back to Duncan and the incident that nearly killed him and put heat on Solomon's own honor. "If that is a problem we should take this matter no further."

Lady Azima

Although very, very deep in her heart she would rather not have anymore fawns, she knew this was a task every doe had to fulfill eventually. Especially does like her; favored by the herd, experienced, nice clean bloodlines. She had forgotten how it felt to carry new life in her belly. As soon as she started thinking about it, a sudden rush of anxiety filled her veins. Having a fawn was a lot of work. But without a doubt, she turned her head towards her mate and listened to his words. A blush appeared on her face when he said he didn’t want her just for her pretty coat. She hated blushing. She saw it as a sign of weakness, and she quickly turned her head away.

When he spoke of ‘one condition’ she curiously turned her big ears towards the stag. When he was done speaking she nodded. “I’m afraid a nanny will teach our fawn the wrong ways of the herd. I will not let another doe touch my fawn.” “Also, I think it’s best for the fawn to not play with Drustan’s fawns.” She added. No way she was ever gonna let her child close to someone who carried the blood of the Boyking.

Lord Solomon

Some fashion of sympathy come over the stag. He knew the relationship Azima shared with her past fawn was… strained at best. However he needed something to show for this endeavor and prove that he had taken the creamy doe for more than popularity and an excuse to not claim any bastards he might end up making. Solo was nervous as she turned her head away, but reassured once she countered with her own condition… one that the dark chestnut was all too happy to fulfill. He scoffed lightly. “No child of mine will be caught with Drustan’s spawn even if you somehow approved of him. I take pride in my ability to smell out rats that this Boyking, he absolutely reeks.”

Solomon smiled inwardly. It was even more pleasing now to discover what a jewel he really had found in this royal doe.

Description
Featuring Lord Solomon and Lady Azima, mentioning hoofmaiden Kaelee
Early Winter, Year 756 of the New Age
Glenmore, Lord Solomon’s Estate

Lord Solomon

Dusk settled over the glade gracefully, enveloping the area in inviting shadows and coaxing the living to their dens for the night. The air grew chill with oncoming winter, ruffling the coats of those still outside. Once fine and sleek pelts turned rougher and thicker, preparing the fawnlings for the cold weather to come. While snow wasn’t terribly heavy, it was still rather inconvenient. Solomon hated the season. It had a particular habit of killing any young plants that dared spring up later in the season and it tended to cut down on his harvests later. The whole thing was unacceptable. The lord reached out into the ground to see whether the soil was still rich or not, his plants could depend on it and if it was an issue he could simply steal some from the neighbors. Relief came over him as he sensed the nutrients still in the soil. His garden would survive the season if all went well.

Solomon strode through his glade, scanning for his mate. He was glad for a distraction from his negative opinion of the encroaching season. In fact, they needed to speak of seasons to come. The heavy lord paused a moment to try and scent Azima. She was nearby for certain. Solo huffed. He should not have to go to her. Azima, lady or not, was still a doe and would answer to him regardless of her own thoughts on the matter. Drawing himself up, Solomon stepped into the path of a young hind, a new servant he supposed as she was unfamiliar. “Please tell Lady Azima she is needed. I have things we need to discuss properly,” he told her before pausing for a thought. “Be sure to word it politely and not as a harsh command,” he added, keeping his tone smooth.

The servant scurried off and Solomon returned to his den and settled in, waiting for the servant to return with the pale Lady.

Lady Azima

It had been a beautiful day. Very cold, but beautiful. After days of light snowfall that immediately melted as it touched the ground, leaving the ground soaking and slippery, this day of sun felt as a relief. There were only a few clouds, and the sun’s rays were somewhat warming her back. Today had been a relaxed day for her. Kaelee had groomed her manes and tail, that definitely needed some attention. Now her blonde hair was all wavy and shiny again. She even rubbed some dried flowers in her hair, leaving behind an amazing smell. Azima was in such a good mood she gave her dark hoofmaiden some rare time off.

As the sun was slowly setting, it got colder and colder. Her breath left her nostrils in small condensed clouds. Her winter coat was getting thicker each day. She hated it. She looked fluffy and the long hairs itched and were difficult to keep clean. Every time she passed a puddle of ice-cold water and sometimes very thin ice, she lifted her legs as high as possible to avoid getting her feet wet.

She walked towards the den of her mate, Solomon. She had grown fond of the chestnut-pelted stag with his big rack, and she wanted to check out on him. When a rather young doe approached her and told her that Solomon was asking for her, she rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “As you can see, I’m already on my way.” She gave the doe her most sarcastic smile. “Now hush, and be gone.” The young hind quickly disappeared out of sight. When she arrived at Solomon’s den, she saw the stag was already waiting for her. It was nicely warm inside, much better than outside. “Good evening, Solomon.” Most of the other does called their mates ‘My Lord’, but she was different. “How has your day been?” She asked with a smile, as she settled next to him.

Lord Solomon

The bull chuckled lightly as he heard his mate’s voice sending off the servant he had sent to fetch her. He was glad he had found a good doe that wasn’t soft on the lesser beings that were commoners, stupid saps. He returned her smile politely as she greeted him and settled in. “Hello, Azima,” he replied, making a point of not using her title as she had left his off. It was something of their bond he shared. “My day has gone quite well, thank you. I hope yours treated you in a similar manner,” he added smoothly, watching Azima carefully.

Conscious of the chilly air, the heavy lord reached out mentally to vines at the mouth of the den and grew them into a thick barrier between the den and the outside. That complete, he began speaking once more,“ However, enough with the usual pleasantries, I have other matters requiring your attention, my dear,” he said, looking away with a fading smile and his voice growing deeper. “Since you have joined my family we have yet to discuss how you play into it. It has been lovely having you around, the servants seem to be much more productive and the glade certainly needed a proper Lady’s touch. However, you understand this is not all that is expected of a Lady who has taken a mate. I need to know where you stand in the business of producing heirs. Any sons we had I would give some claim of my property given they were properly dark and healthy. My elder sons of course have first claim as is tradition, but something of quality would be saved for any son of yours should you choose to have one. This said, do you wish to have any fawns in the coming seasons?”

Lady Azima

“I had a pleasant day as well.” She answered with a polite smile on her golden face. She had been this polite all her life; her parents expected her to be this way. She watched the chestnut stag looking at the thick vines of the den and she saw them grow, creating a wall to keep out the cold air. She loved watching him perform his magic. There was something extremely attractive about it. No wonder skilled stags got the most offspring. When he spoke again, the smile disappeared and made place for a more serious expression. She looked at him and knew what was coming. She had never been good with fawns, even though she had one of her own. Her daughter hated her, and they barely spoke to each other. Good for her.

She sighed and adjusted her legs as if she was in deep thoughts about the words her mate just said. While actually, she had been thinking about this for a long time. She knew this had to come one day. “I have been thinking about this.” She answered with some hesitation. “I think a fawn would be a good idea. Your strength, combined with my beauty- imagine the perfect sons or daughters we could have. At least, I hope I can give you the stag that you’re hoping for.” She said with a mild smile. “Luckily, I do have some experience with motherhood.” She added. The more she thought about it, the more a fawn seemed as a perfect option. Offspring meant her genes passed on, and so her traditional roots and, as she hoped; the despise of king Drustan.

Lord Solomon

“For that I am glad,” he replied, acknowledging that she had found the day decent in spite of the horrendous weather.

Solo studied her carefully. Her words were true but he noticed an unnatural discomfort in the pale doe’s demeanor and her smile faded. She expected it, he knew. Every doe that became the permanent mate of any lord did so by instinct. He could sense his own muscles wanted to squirm as she settled herself and thought. Solomon was pleased that she had given the matter some thought, many does simply liked to push the notion away and not deal with it until the day came. But no, while Azima was an obedient mate just as was expected of her, she knew her limits. Solo nodded smoothly. "I am aware of your previous venture," he said, voice kind. "Do you really think I only chose you for your pretty coat, Azima?" Solo added with a chuckle.

"I have two strong sons to carry my line, there is no rush. I do have one condition when we do have a fawn, however. The child will always be in either my or your presence at all times. I will not stand nannies. If you need time away, I will babysit as needed," he added, growing serious as his mind wandered back to Duncan and the incident that nearly killed him and put heat on Solomon's own honor. "If that is a problem we should take this matter no further."

Lady Azima

Although very, very deep in her heart she would rather not have anymore fawns, she knew this was a task every doe had to fulfill eventually. Especially does like her; favored by the herd, experienced, nice clean bloodlines. She had forgotten how it felt to carry new life in her belly. As soon as she started thinking about it, a sudden rush of anxiety filled her veins. Having a fawn was a lot of work. But without a doubt, she turned her head towards her mate and listened to his words. A blush appeared on her face when he said he didn’t want her just for her pretty coat. She hated blushing. She saw it as a sign of weakness, and she quickly turned her head away.

When he spoke of ‘one condition’ she curiously turned her big ears towards the stag. When he was done speaking she nodded. “I’m afraid a nanny will teach our fawn the wrong ways of the herd. I will not let another doe touch my fawn.” “Also, I think it’s best for the fawn to not play with Drustan’s fawns.” She added. No way she was ever gonna let her child close to someone who carried the blood of the Boyking.

Lord Solomon

Some fashion of sympathy come over the stag. He knew the relationship Azima shared with her past fawn was… strained at best. However he needed something to show for this endeavor and prove that he had taken the creamy doe for more than popularity and an excuse to not claim any bastards he might end up making. Solo was nervous as she turned her head away, but reassured once she countered with her own condition… one that the dark chestnut was all too happy to fulfill. He scoffed lightly. “No child of mine will be caught with Drustan’s spawn even if you somehow approved of him. I take pride in my ability to smell out rats that this Boyking, he absolutely reeks.”

Solomon smiled inwardly. It was even more pleasing now to discover what a jewel he really had found in this royal doe.