Truly Mine had, in her time at the winter market, found herself enamored of all the festivities. She, and a few others, had flocked from booth to booth, participating in some, simply spectating in others. She'd made friends whose names she wouldn't remember and faces she would not see ever again, exchanged her trinkets for this and that. A clay bowl for a meal, a mouthful of pretty crystals and gemstones for a story. She'd even gotten her hackles raised up about a loudmouthed contestant in a wrestling match.
But, even extroverted Kin had their limits for socializing, and she had found herself souring in the midst of the crowd. So, as politely as she could manage, she had excused herself, taken a few moments to walk herself around, and found herself a moment of peace. The babble of a gentle stream, to clear the chatter from her ears was just what the healer ordered, she had decided, and so, she let her senses guide her to the water. She stood on the bank, neck stretched up gracefully, and let the sun warm her hide a moment before placing her hooves carefully into the water, humming a soft stone-song she liked to use when she went seeking shinies. One such pebble caught her eye, and she put her face clean into the clear, cold stream, and came up with her prize.
Daintily, she retreated, shaking her head, and began to seek someplace warm and dry, to become both those things, and to, perhaps, start to chip at her prize. Truly's first-found clearing, however, was
not first found by
her, but a dark-haired, pale buck. She almost passed by the clearing, but- it was only one buck. And the sunlight was perfect here. So, silently, she entered the clearing, and carefully set down her prize.
"Hello. May I join you in this sunning-spot?" Her voice was mellow, her words flowing over each other like a brook over silt.
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