Leithe meets Jeet

Autumn, Year 757 of the New Age
South of Point Danger, Windborne

Léithe
On a brisk autumn morning, the pale doe marched through the woodlands south of Point Danger.  The brittle leaves danced around her legs as she trotted, paying no attention to her task, she looked down, watching the dancing colors swirl around with the winds changing in direction. A faint aroma of something caught her nose, as she lifted her eyes to the direction of the smell, there was a rustling.  The pale doe stood alert, not much of a fighter, she readied to run to the safety of the splinter group if the need arose.  As rustling grow rapidly, the doe stepped back ready to sprint.  Finally, a smoke colored spotty bum popped out as the lean stag tried to shake his perfect antlers free of the leaves. Léi stood still for a moment, watching the stag try to manipulate the branches to free himself, she waited for him to acknowledge her presents. As she watched for a few moments, she couldn’t help but notice how awkward yet handsome the young stag was struggling in front of her.  She finally spoke, “Hello...”,  the stag stopped, jerking his head towards her and let out a tiny smirk, “Do you need some help?”

Jeet
Jeet tried to look up at that dainty voice, head jerking uselessly against the branches he was entangled in. He peered at the little, pale doe from between the leaves, giving a sheepish grin in response. How and why he had gotten himself into this predicament were pretty much unknown, even to the stag himself, but there he was, stuck with his head in the trees. He gave a gentle chuckle, tail flicking back and forth. He was trying to brush it off, act nonchalant.

“If you could spare some help, that’d be greatly appreciated,” he grinned back at her. Ah, look at this~ A pretty little doe coming to him for a change. He swore he felt like singing! He had been trying to return to the point in order to visit Ket once again, but he had... hit a bit of a snag, so to speak.

Léithe
In response, Léi smiled back lightly with a small laugh, “heh”.  She grabbed the branch between her teeth, pulling with all her might. The wind began to blew lightly with her frustrations, she pulled harder.  The harder she pulled, the more the breeze blew.  Finally, with a snap, the two fawnlings flew to each side onto their bottoms.  Out of breath, Léi got her footing and stepped towards the young stag, “I believe we need a more suitable greeting, so lets start again.” The doe shook the loose dirt from her grey coat and composed herself, “Hello, I’m Léithe.  I’m please to meet you...” She paused waiting for the handsome stags name.

Jeet
Jeet was all eyes on this pretty little creature before him, even as she struggled with the very branches he was tangled in. Upon his freedom, and despite his ungainly entrance, he rose to his hooves again. He afforded her an elegant and showy bow of his head, grinning broadly.

Léithe
She gave Jeet a small grin and answered, “What makes you think I am alone,”  she said as more of a comment than a question, “I’m only a shout away from any of my herd if I need them.”  She paused for a moment, “Not like I would, I am after all a Danger Point Do....”  She stopped herself too late, her sister does have always told her not to tell passing strangers who she is or where she comes from, they could use the information against her, or even the entire herd.  Unsure of what to do now, she stepped back for a moment, ready once again to run back to the safety of the herd.  Her mind raced, she couldn’t do that, she had no idea who this stag was or why he was lurking around their land, she couldn’t lead him back to them.  She rested her mind for a moment and took a deep breathe, instantly becoming a bit defensive and yet still flirtatious, “What may I ask you,” she paused for a moment, “Jeet, was it?... Are you doing out here?” As stared at him with her huge doe eyes.

Jeet
The silver stag cocked his head, curious as she broke mid-sentence. His ears swiveled forward and he gave her a moment to recovery. With a confident chuckle he swished his tail and drew himself up. “Never to fear, I’m just some roaming Windborne stag. I’ve been through this neck of the woods before, lots of times actually,” he spared her yet another of those charming, confident grins.

“I’m just passing through. I met Ket off of The Spit last time I was here, but I can never resist a pretty face,” he leaned in flirtatiously, “especially not one as pretty as yours.” He was still laying it on nice and thick, but he wasn’t lying! Jeet had yet to meet a doe he didn’t like. There was always something he liked about all of them. This one, her pelt was beautiful, those eyes drew him in... she was dainty and beautiful.

Léithe
She step towards the stranger, if he know Ket, he couldn’t be all that bad, “So you know Ket?” She paused for a moment as the grey stag shook his head in agreement. “She is my mother.  Well, adoptive mother.  My mother was killed when I was just a fawn, Ket and the leader of the herd took me in as their own.”  She smiled, feeling a bit more comfortable around the handsome young stag. She moved closer, rubbing her body up against his shiny grey coat, tempting him as she passed, flashing her huge fluttering eyelashes as the young stag gulped in a breathe of air.  She continued on hop off behind some brush, peeking her head out she spoke,  “Well...” she paused and batted her eyes with a coy smile, “Don’t you want to catch me?”

Leithe: Chasing (Speed +2) x2; Magic +1

Jeet: Chasing (Speed +2) x2; Traveling (Stamina +2) x2

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