Post by The Great Prince on Apr 25, 2020 18:12:21 GMT
Algo felt his brows loosening and pointing skyward. It was hard not to look at the two adorable faces of his grandchildren and feel pity, much less ensure his expression remained stern.
The wise old deer sighed again, this time more quietly. Remorse was a good thing for a fawn to feel. It built character, and it meant that lessons were reaching the hearts of the young. But it didn’t make disciplining them any easier. Or less frustrating when he had that same vague feeling he used to get fathering Bambi; something was wrong in their growth, but he didn’t have the answer to fix it.
Still. All seasons in the Forest brought change. This was just one season in the lives of Geno and Gurri. He would treat it as such.
In any case, Gurri was offering herself as the only one to be punished. And truth be told, Algo knew that she was at the most fault here. Still, it would be about as fair as a sparring match without antlers to punish only the doe when the buck had at least disobeyed, provoked or unprovoked. What he needed was to prune some sense into the female sapling...but sending Geno away would be the worst feeling for the Little Prince who adored his grandfather as much as his grandfather was proud of him. He would tread carefully.
The deep voice was still firm, but a touch less harsh. ”That may be,” murmured the mouth that pointed down at the smaller animals. ”But it’s not all. Geno. Go home to your Mother and Father and cool your head. A Prince thinks before he acts, and a Prince considers his actions afterward.” He relented a bit. ”I know you won’t let it happen again.”
He nodded, once, to send the protege on his way. Would his grandson see that he wasn’t angry with him? Had he communicated enough care in the lift of his ears, in the look in his eye? It had really been too long since he’d practiced such things, roaming the shadowy paths of his duties. Then his attention went back to Gurri. ”Gurri. I’m going to show you something.”
The wise old deer sighed again, this time more quietly. Remorse was a good thing for a fawn to feel. It built character, and it meant that lessons were reaching the hearts of the young. But it didn’t make disciplining them any easier. Or less frustrating when he had that same vague feeling he used to get fathering Bambi; something was wrong in their growth, but he didn’t have the answer to fix it.
Still. All seasons in the Forest brought change. This was just one season in the lives of Geno and Gurri. He would treat it as such.
In any case, Gurri was offering herself as the only one to be punished. And truth be told, Algo knew that she was at the most fault here. Still, it would be about as fair as a sparring match without antlers to punish only the doe when the buck had at least disobeyed, provoked or unprovoked. What he needed was to prune some sense into the female sapling...but sending Geno away would be the worst feeling for the Little Prince who adored his grandfather as much as his grandfather was proud of him. He would tread carefully.
The deep voice was still firm, but a touch less harsh. ”That may be,” murmured the mouth that pointed down at the smaller animals. ”But it’s not all. Geno. Go home to your Mother and Father and cool your head. A Prince thinks before he acts, and a Prince considers his actions afterward.” He relented a bit. ”I know you won’t let it happen again.”
He nodded, once, to send the protege on his way. Would his grandson see that he wasn’t angry with him? Had he communicated enough care in the lift of his ears, in the look in his eye? It had really been too long since he’d practiced such things, roaming the shadowy paths of his duties. Then his attention went back to Gurri. ”Gurri. I’m going to show you something.”