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(Edit: This description will be removed if I dont win her (: )

Name: Éan
Nicknames: Little bird, sis
Gender: Doe
Age: 5
Type: Light
Breed: Fawnling
Colour: Fleabit Grey Ee/Aa/nZ/Gg
Height: 9.5 hh
Decipline/Use: Western Isles(hopefully Glenmoor)

Personality: Éan is a young doe with a warm and kind heart. Her voice is light and gentle, which suits her personality pretty well. She’s very friendly, and loves to make new friends. Éan is caring and polite, but she’s a bit of a dreamer and gets easily distracted. Sometimes she’s also a bit clumsy and some would be tempted to call her an ‘airhead’. But she really is a loving character, and she’s good with small fawns. She’s very afraid of thunder, and she will do anything to avoid conflicts – All she wants is to make others happy. When it comes to meeting new stags, Éan might seem a bit shy in the beginning, but she’ll always lighten up after a while.

History: Éan was born on a foggy morning under bushes and trees, close to a small meadow. Her mother was a beautiful pale, cream doe with bright blue eyes. It was her first fawn. Èan was very tiny and fragile when she came to this world. Their only companions were the birds and mice, along with some few other small wood creatures. The mother was so very careful around this little newborn life, as she helped her daughter to get a wobbly stand on the mossy ground under them. They waited three days until they dared to step outside their little shelter. Éan had to be strong enough to keep up with her mother before they could return to the herd. Otherwise it would be too dangerous for a small fawn to walk on the paths. Just before they returned to the herd, Éans mother took her to see a stag – her father. He was grey and heavy with mighty antlers. Èan remembers that he had a deep voice and looked down on her for a long time. His eyes filled with acceptance and a little pride. When they left him, her mother told her: ‘One day, you will too find a stag just as strong and charming as he.’ Éan was too young to understand at that time, but she always remembered those words, as if they were her very first lesson about life.

Time went by. They lived peacefully with the rest of the herd. Éan grew, and learned from her mother. How to behave, what to eat, and so on. Éan developed into a fair young doe. She was always happy and friendly, but she had a habit for wandering off into the woods in her own little world, but she never stayed away for too long. The young stags called her Little Bird, for the reason that she often lay under the trees, listening to the birds singing. From time to time, Éan caught a glimpse of her father when she walked in the woods. But as she got a bit older, that glimpse became rarer… One day, just before she turned four years, her mother disappeared. It was a very odd episode of Éans life, and she had never figured out how or why. But she lived on, and stayed with the herd. She had her whole life ahead of her, and she was looking forward to it…
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Heh^^ Very Bambi ish. It was fun^^

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