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An Unfortunate Meeting

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Year 758 of the new age - summer
Oakfern - inside the caves

Maeva
Maeve had just gotten back into Oakfern territory with her fawn it had taken them several months, and her losing her talisman (much to her dismay) along the way. She was now in the territory of her tormentors with her fawn with Blackwood blood. Worst of all there would be no way to hide Laure’s lineage. They’d hurt her, and as much as she hated the way she was born, she couldn’t let that happen. So she snuck in by night through one of the back tunnels. Her old cave to be exact.
There was a definite feeling of unease as she timidly entered, quickly finding that she was practically blind in the dimly lit cave. She had changed since she’d left. There was a time when she would have been unable to return due to her utter terror at the idea of the trio possessing her fawn. She would have wanted some fawn to protect her. She could now protect herself, and those she’d come to care about. She instinctively wrapped her tail around her daughter making sure to keep her close. Last thing she needed was the trio finding her child before she did.
“I’m not afraid of you anymore!” Maeve called into the darkness. “And I don’t need you! I can protect myself and Gaelach knows I will! Come near my fawn and I will kill you. I don’t know how but I will find a way.”
Her voice echoed off the walls revealing the shakiness of it. She was terrified, and with good reason. The spirits were killers not above taking the lives of those who got in the way of their relationship with her. There was no abnormal chill in the air or even shadows darker than a starless night.
She quickly realized she didn’t have her signature moss markings and quickly went to work correcting that smearing the glowing moss on her muzzle. Unwrapping her tail from around Laure she dabbed the, now rather long, hair into the moss.
“I’m going to decorate you like me. You’ll be beautiful and be able to see in the dark like me,” she explained carefully painting a looping pattern going from Laure’s neck to her flank. For added measure she added a flame-like pattern on her daughter’s forehead. The trio were afraid of the gods of Silverthorne, she prayed to whomever was listening that it would protect her. “Now you are an Oakfern.”

Solban
Solban had an awkward feeling when he woke up that morning, and nothing seemed to help getting rid of it. He had done a training three times as heavy as usual, but the feeling of ‘strangeness’ was still there… It took him until midday to decide what he was going to do with it. He was walking around in his cave restlessly when he knew there was only one thing to do, follow his instincts. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and started walking. His feet leading him deeper and deeper inside the cave system, his little hooves were in control, he did not think about where he was going.

He walked for quite some time, the feeling of ‘weirdness’ grew with every step he took. Than he heard a voice, he had not noticed it before, but the voice was actually pretty clear.  ‘Pay attention to your surroundings you fool’ he told himself. He stopped walking and stood still for a moment, listening to the voice. It was actually shouting ‘Come near my fawn and I will kill you. I don’t know how but I will find a way!’ shivers ran over Solban’s spine… Did someone know he was here? But then it turned silent for a while, he only heard the soft sounds of movements, small hooves on the hard stone floor. ‘I’m going to decorate you like me. You’ll be beautiful and be able to see in the dark like me‘ he heard, and he released that the fawnling that was inside that cave, had not been talking to him… The voice was now soft and sweet, definitely a doe. ‘Now you are an Oakfern’ she said. This was a doe, talking to most likely a fawn, her own fawn? He was pretty sure he had never heard the voice before, he did not know this other fawnling. But the strange feeling had pulled him towards her, Gealach himself had lead him to her and her fawn, and he must have a reason. Only a few seconds Solban hesitated and then he walked towards the voice again, softly, insecure.
“Hello?” he asked, he stood in the opening of the cave now, carefully looking inside, and there were indeed, two fawnlings, a doe and a huge, chestnut coloured fawn.

Meave
Maeve hadn’t been expecting company so soon. Especially in this part of the caverns. Fawnlings rarely visited there because it was said to be cursed, it had been her dwelling after all, so when a voice rang out in the darkness it startled her.
“Hello,” she replied. “Who are you and what brings you so far from the inner caves?” There was a confidence in her voice that had not been there before. This was Maeve of Silverthorne and of Oakfern. She had learned much since she’d left and was ready to put it to good use.
Stepping protectively in front of Laure she prepared to possibly defend her daughter.

Solban
Solban sniffed a bit cautious as the light coloured mother took a protective pose, stepping infront of her daughter.
‘I am Solban, and Geleach was leading me here’ he answered with a strong, ice cold voice. This lady showed she was fierce, and obviously not very welcoming.
‘And who are you? I have not seen you before.’ He took a strong, but not aggressive, pose. He did not mean to do anyone any harm, but the chestnut fawn painted in with a fire pattern, was too big to be an oakfern, and the fire pattern gave one signal, this must be filthy crossbred… fireblood poisoning its veins. Solban hated crossbreds with all his heart, but this was just a fawn… he could not truly hate it. The eyes were to big, the legs too clumsy, even though he disliked the mixture of blood, this was just a fawn. He took a little step back to show he did not intend to do anyone harm, but he was not ready to leave yet either.

Meava
“I am Maeve of Oakfern and this is my fawn Laure. Neither of us mean you harm. I got stranded from the herd in a raid and only recently managed to escape,” she lied. She hated the lie but it was the only way to keep her fawn safe. At least for now. She wouldn’t be small-ish forever. It would be then that she would have to fight.
“Pleasure to see a friendly face again Solban,” she said bowing politely. Being subservient was no longer in her nature but it was a necessary evil to keep her fawn safe. She hadn’t seen him before either. Was he born within the past year? Or was it two? She honestly couldn’t remember how long she’d been gone. She had genuinely enjoyed her time in Silverthorne even if most of the herd was afraid of her. There were a few who weren’t and those were the ones who kept her going. They were kind to her and made sure she was able to eat. One even gave her a charm, which she regrettably lost, to keep the trio at bay.

Solban
The doe introduced herself and her fawn… taking a more polite, less defensive pose. She told about a herd raid, and Solban saw no reason to not believe this. She was forced against her will, bearing a mud blooded fawn inside of her small body in a different land, it must have been a hard task to raise the fawn and be able to escape. He respected other fawnlings, especially when they were able to take care of themselves, he sometimes even enjoyed being around them. The weak however, had no business wasting his time.

Solban bowed as well ‘Nice to meet you too, Meave and Laure of Oakfern’ he wondered why Gealach had let him here today, did it have something to do with the crossbred? Should he… was it his task to… kill it? Crossbreds had no right to live, no place in this herd, but killing a fawn with oakfern blood was cruel, more cruel than Solban could or wanted to be. Even though he did not mind the sacrifice of fawns of the oathbreakers to the great god Gealach, a fawn with oakfern blood was different.  
‘Is there something I can help you with, Meave of Oakfern?’ he asked, maybe Gealach had another, less terrible, task in mind for the small roan stag.

Meava
“I’ve been gone for longer than expected. What, if anything at all, has changed here?” she asked. Politics, deplorable as they were, were something she needed to know. There were certain fronts that would need to be put on for every leader and ways to avoid unnecessary confrontations. She had enough to worry about with the threat of the shadow trio latching onto her fawn, that is if the herd didn’t kill them both first.

Solban
Solban sniffled shortly, everything had changed. Everything was always changing…
‘Have you heard about the new king yet?’ he asked carefully. Solban was a faithful follower of the king, but this king confused him, for he did not share the opinion with the oracle. Yet Solban shared the opinion with this king… mud bloods, intruders, oathbreakers… they must die. Once again Solban looked at the young filly with the fire pattern. Standing safely, close to her mother, somehow, somewhere deep down, Solban envied her, for she had what Solban had lost long ago, a mother. ‘Our King Nazam, a strong leader, and not a fool. You better keep her away’ he nodded towards the fawn ‘for he has no love for outsiders’.

Meava
There was a new king? What had happened to the old one? Was the take over natural or was it a more....forceful change? She nodded at his warning; she’d been planning on keeping Laure far away from the others in the first place.
“I will,” she said. “Tell me: how did Nazam come to power?”

Solban
‘He has won his power...’ Solban whispered conspiring.  He did not really know what else to say, he wasn’t really sure how his new king at got his power, he didn’t care. A strong leader needed strong followers. He looked at Meave for a second, he mistrusted her, and not just for the fiery child behind her legs. ‘I don’t know why Gealach leaded me here today. I hold no love for oathbreakers’ he said on a cold, severe tone. ‘In order of the king I should most likely kill this mud’ he nodded towards Laure once again. ‘Yet I feel like that is not the right thing to do, and so I will not.’ He looked at the doe he mistrusted so much, she was a strong and fierce lady, she held no love for him either probably. ‘I am a guard, and there for I will protect my own kind, you are my kind and she is half’ Solban raised his head and proudly puffed out his chest. ‘I will leave you now, if you do not need anything from me. I will never mention you towards any other, keep yourself safe. May you ever need my help, come look for me in the darkest, smallest part of the caves, I come there twice a day’.

Meava
“Thank you,” she said. It was going to be even harder to keep her fawn safe than ever before. Maybe she should have stayed in Silverthorne, at least there they wouldn’t try to kill them both. “I will be sure to keep us both out of sight.”

Solban
Those words were probably meant to comfort him, but they didn’t. Was he an oathbreakers, if he didn’t kill this fawn, and if he was, why did it feel so wrong to kill it? Should he go to king Nazam…? That would basically be the same as killing it. ‘Please do, Oakfern is no place for fawns like… her’ he said, with a last lingering look at Laure. ‘Have a good day’ he said, stiffly and then turned and left. His head was full of concerns and emotions. He sped up to a trot and ran towards the nearest pool where he stood and watched over the water for a long time. He didn’t understand, dear Gealach, he did not understand why? Why had he found out about this mud blood? What was Gealachs reason? He stared over the water and slowly started to move it, with every inch he moved it upwards, he released a bit more of the hate he felt so deep inside of him, into his body. ‘Which filthy oathbreaker would ever do this to a moon blessed fawnling?’ something deep inside of him screamed. The water wen upwards upwards upwards,  until it almost reached the roof of the cave. And then he let it all come down, fall down, fall apart. His mind was a mess, still wondering, what should he do with the mud-blood, inside the oakfern caves?
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Featuring 
Solban and Maeve
Mentioning
Laure and (at that moment) King Nazam
Summer - Year 758 of the New Age
Oakfern - inside the caves

Wordcount Maeve: 880
Word count Solban: 1347

Yay for Rp's from a long long long time ago! Dearest :iconsevslovers6195: allowed me to upload this little thing from atleast a year ago =D.  Back in the days Solban didn't really know how to react to a halfblood fawn, and maeve was the unlucky doe to be found by 'guard' Solban. Luckily it went pretty well and Solban didn't do too stupid stuff =)

It was fun rp'ing with you Sev!

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