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It was only a few days later, after Neah left with the filled out papers, that Nutmeg was presented with the first small honour of becoming an official citizen. Elder Inga seemed to busy herself with something until then, and so it was up to Young Neah to look after Nutmeg in the meantime. The fawn was trying to jump around in the snow that gathered around the house, while ...

The first time Nutmeg had met the ambassador of Gebrul, Valo, was when she was still a wee fawn. She’d grown old enough to walk confidently, without a wobble and without tripping too often, had gained a slightly fluffier look, and had her antler nubs start to show through her baby mane. Nutmeg wasn’t sure how her owner knew she’s grown, but the elderly human taking care of her clearly was able to observe things without any need for sight. Although, the you...

“How did you make that?” Thyme hummed aloofly, then looked up puzzled at the elkh laying down beside them. “Your shawl!” Nutmeg clarified, tilting her head in a pointing gesture, “You don’t really have animals to get fur from like our humans do, right? So how does your kind make these?” Thyme scratched at their neck...