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It was a mild day after a night of light showers and the acha buck had wandered away from his newfound -- friend? Companion? Very pretty doe that had not found him inept? -- someone in the want to find her a gift. He knew she must like flowers for there were petals in her hair and he thought that would be adequate. At least for now. Perhaps if he was sure he had more time he would try to charm a giant moth; but then he would have to ask if she wanted one somehow. He could see himself fumbling through that and was once more assured that flowers were the best option.

He skipped and danced his way towards an entrapped meadow where he remembered flowers growing. There were not a lot of flowers he knew names of, in fact, more often than not he merely called them "pretty flowers". There were a bare few he knew of, complicated by the fact they each had meanings. And motherfather did he not want to pick one with a bad meaning to give her. It was with that worry that he found himself emerging in the tall grass threaded with flowers.

There was red and yellow, white and blue, pink and purple... What had seemed like a simply thing now seemed much harder. How in the world would he ever choose?

The larkspur and orchids were fighting to gain his attention, or so he thought as his gaze flit between them like an indecisive hummingbird. It was the brush of grass as it was parted and bent and trodden on that wrestled him away from his gift picking. And he turned to see a -- his head titled at the absolutely horrible dancing. What a tragedy! Oh goodness was he ever blessed, he danced miles upon miles upon miles better than that!

The buck's horror was cut short, as the great stag plummeted like a stone to the ground. He cringed in sympathy. Oh had he done that -- never when it came to dancing, but a twist of limbs resulting in a fall was the same no matter the how. He bounced forward, stretching his neck out and peering at the uncoordinated dancer, "That looked like a mighty bad fall! Are you all right?"

With a quick motion the acha danced backwards and looked over the stag. He did not seem built to dance. Or maybe it was only how he stood. But it seemed a wise choice not to pursue dancing, at least nothing like he himself could do -- a simpler jaunt might be all right.

"You don't seem suited at all to dancing," he agreed, with a bright smile. Unwilling to make the stag feel badly, he latched onto the end up the buck's question. "What are your arts?"

He was about to compliment the buck, for singing (which he himself was manageable at) and storytelling (which he always seemed to foul up) were fine skills to have, when the buck added one more talent to his list. The buck's ears perked then twitched back, ...advising parents?

His graceful moves became stilted, nothing so much as to trip him (yet), but enough to give notice that he was thinking. He had very little experience with relationships, let alone romance, and the thought of fatherhood made a knot form in his chest. Not that he could be a father. He had only just -- well, perhaps there was a chance. "Can you tell if someone is soon to be a parent?" he wondered. And he wasn't sure what answer he wanted.

He imagined that made sense, though it did nothing at all to let him know if he might become a father. It would do no good to fret over it. Although it might be a very good idea to ask for a blessing in case. Oddly it was only then that he seemed to realize he was in the presence of a stag, a Legendary that many kin might give anything to see. Not that he seemed to feel that himself.

"Might I bother you for a blessing in case? Perhaps I could teach you a simple dance, to do in return?" he offered. For there was not much else he was good at, or so he thought. He did seem to be well enough at being charming without meaning to be.

There was a rather simple jig that he had learned as a foal. It was something that could be done fast or slow, no matter the experience, and he thought anyone could learn it. He quickly shuffled the stag, a touch apologetically, into position and began to show him the movement. It was more about rhythm, really. He lifted his front left leg at the same time as his back right leg and then placed them down, lifting the opposite legs. Even slow it seemed elegant, and as he sped up a touch and began swishing his tail, even tilting his head to the beat, he presented a lovely dance. He doubted it would take long for the stag to master such a simple dance.

There was a pride in his chest after the stag mastered the dance. He had never really taught someone before and he was glad to have helped. Especially as he watched Wildflower Breeze dance, in his own fashion, around the meadow collecting flowers. It seemed rather based on fancy but as he called out names and meanings, he could see each one was picked for a special purpose. He watched wide-eyed, awed, and a touch giddy. If Glimmer did not love this...

"And thank you!" Clumsy Charm cried out -- though it was a touch muffled by the bouquet in his mouth. With an extra spring (which did not appear much different from normal), he set off to give his pretty doe someone the gift he had procured.