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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 9:35 am
 It had finally happened, just like his mother said it would. Sweet Water, after chasing away more does than he could keep track of, simply by being friendly, had managed not to chase one off. He'd been practicing his small voice, the one that didn't startle songbirds out of trees. It wasn't easy to remember to whisper all the time, and that was what he had to do. Whisper. It didn't matter that other kin said that his whisper was the way most of them spoke. It felt awfully quiet to Sweet himself. Who was wandering, having left Snow Shrike. Wandering and doing more practice. "HELLO AGAIN! NO, NO... He cleared his throat. "Hello, again. And how are you?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 10:20 am
"Doing quite well, thank you," came a sourceless reply, "though I do believe this is the first time we've met."
Following the voice came a kimeti - a stag, all lean and spry, with kind green eyes and a garland of fresh mint draped over his shoulders. He stopped near the red buck and tilted his head. "How's yourself?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 2:17 pm
He wasn't expecting an answer. That was what practice was for, so he could get it wrong, and do it over and over again until he got it right. So hearing someone answer made his ears flick forward and his tail twitch in surprise. Especially when the answer proved to have come from a stag, of all creatures. Sweet Water had never been in the company of a stag that he could recall.
So he stared for a minute, jaw not quite gaping open, before he remembered to answer. "I'M FINE. I ME-- I mean." Whispering. He was "whispering". "I mean, I'm fine. Thank you." There. Polite and not flinch-inducing. "But we haven't met. I would have remembered."
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 3:52 pm
It was the stag's turn to startle when the buck came back with the piercing loudness again, but he settled back down quickly. The two of them definitely hadn't met, then, but there was something sort of familiar about the fellow even so. The stag tried not to look too concerned or worried about that, or his volume control issues. It worked, mostly.
With an ever-so-slightly uneasy grin, the stag said, "Since we are meeting for the first time, then, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wildflower Breeze. What is yours?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 11:58 am
He had it under control now. He did. He didn't yell at all this time. "Sweet Water," he reported dutifully. "My name is Sweet Water. It's nice to meet you. I-- did I disturb you? I hope you weren't sleeping." He'd been known to wake kin from the deepest dreams.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 2:08 pm
The stag shook his head. "No, you didn't wake me - was just looking for some lunch, but that's neither here nor there," he said, rolling his shoulders to settle his stole of mint more comfortably.
The thought that he recognized something about the buck was still bothering him, and it left him staring at the fellow bemusedly. After a quiet, uncomfortable moment of silence, he sniffed and said, "You know, you almost remind me of a doe I knew. Don't suppose you've met her - Willows-Breath?"
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