Sneaky thiefsy Pronling

Spring, spring, spring. Green grass beneath tiny hooves, joyful bleats and quick little games, dam and nannies chasing giggling hinds and harts. All well outside the somewhat silent glade of Lord Knox, of which a little golden figure wasn't likely to leave it silent much more long, the quick swish of a soft tail, tiny hooves set one before the other with purpose. The golden hind picking her way around her father's glade with great interest, curious eyes glinting almost with mischief, little eyes looking for curious things. And those curious little things were always about, particularly in the dens of the other adult does, often unguarded against little fawns. They had fancy stones and feathers, ornately woven vine beauty ware, the bright little flower gardens a few kept for their manes and tails. Flowers aside, Aislinn would happily cart it off to her own little pocket of the glade, her precious little treasures all to keep for herself. And in her secret place she would be tucking them safely beneath the twisted roots of her favorite tree, safe from the eyes of all others, but one little thing stood in her way! For she he remembered very clearly what she had been told last time, not to touch the lady's things, that one day she would have her own to play with.

Ais didn't know when "one" day was coming, but she was afraid it wouldn't come soon enough for her liking, she wanted pretty things of her own now, but they never gave her anything she truly wanted to have as her own. Quietly she resumed her stalking of the doe quarters, finally wiggling her way back into the servant quarters, where she knew at least one of her siblings preferred to hang about. A swish of her tail and she was darting between legs longer than she was tall, ears tickling the belly of many a servant, giggling when they tried to shoo her back towards the front of the glade. "Nooooo!" She squeaked, her voice soft and tiny yet, not commanding enough to get her way at all. Oh how amusing they were, despite their tries the little Princess was slippery, skirting one would be escort time and again to search their dens. Alas not one fancy thing caught her eye, and only than did she allow herself to be herded back to her siblings, now what would she do? Tiny little ears perked at the noisy dens, more giggling siblings and their dams, her sneaky eyes and nose led her back towards the silent dens, ones with the nicest things and no one to watch them.

Maybe this time she could hide one well enough to keep it for herself.