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...
