From Little Seeds Grow Mighty Seeds -Bambi and Milori-
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Though Milori had been interested in seeing how the town of Swynlake had fared under the forest, he was more interested in how Enchantra was recovering. There was some sorrow for those in the town but he had come to terms that this was not his fault. There was nothing he could have done to prevent it as there was no stopping nature. They could only endure what she wrought.
He was walking, as he could not fly, through the brush making his path longer than necessary in his return to the Hollow because Milori wanted to see, if any, differences there were within Enchantra. Mostly around the Hollow to see if they were in any danger of becoming like those who had lost their concrete and wooden homes to the forest’s doing.
There was movement somewhere in front of him, but he paid it no attention. Many creatures and beings lived within the forest he would have had to have been much younger without the experience he held to have flinched at the noises. He did not expect to greet whoever was making the noise as the animals of the Summer did not tend to come to him as willingly as those who called Winter their favorite. But when he approached, the noise did not stop nor did it get farther away.
Milori pressed on, curiosity peaked, and when he was close enough to see through the trees and plants lower to the ground he found he was familiar with who was before him. The Great Prince’s son, but that was all he knew of the boy. The fairies were gossips but he had never been one to join in, only catching what he had to here and there. It was times like these he was glad for the trait.
The boy’s back was to him. Not wanting to startle him Milori cleared his throat, made his steps louder until he stopped a reasonable distance away before greeting him with, “Hello, Young Prince.”