"Perhaps you should speak to it- to calm it down." Suggested Mayor Hart as both men noted that the deers eyes significantly widened at the sight of the lassoe.

"Human speech isn't exactly something they comprehend, Gareth. The deer mimick. Mimicking is one thing. Comprehension is another." He half hid the rope behind his back before crouching. The sunflower deer studied him. "Its best we take less intimidating stances..." he glanced over at the seven foot giant next to him, "perhaps you should go inside for the time being, Mayor Hart."

"Nonsen-" Gareth was cut off by Guinevere poking her head out of their home, inquiring of their morning and the reason for Farrests presence. At the sight of her the deers ears flicked forward, it began to move about nervously in the garden.

[b]“Father… What is that?[/b]

Gareth saw that she went for her sword. That was the exact reason for his calling Farrest. The mayor knew only how to butcher and hack away with his axe- he couldn't bare to kill something lest he get blood all over his precious flowers.

"A stray deer- or, er, doe- from the forest. Come to eat away at the garden. Farrest is here to lead it away from here and out of my life forever."

The ranger was much too concentrated in his task to laugh. The doe was thoroughly distracted by the mayor, his daughter, and the meal before her. So much so that she almost forgot Farrest's presence altogether. Almost. The doe quickly caught on to his movements and retreated farther into the garden- muttering something in a strangers voice as she went.

[b]"Need any help, fair Farrest? Surely a man of your wild beauty would not mind a bit of help from one who can wield the wilds that you know so well?[/b]

The ranger turned to consider Varric Dawnleaf. In all his years knowing the boy he had only pinned a handful of his pranks back to him- but the ranger suspected that many more odd disturbances around the town were his handiwork. Yes, for the most part they were harmless and could easily be rectified. But the ranger wondered how long these merely childish pranks would remain so harmless. How long would it take until Varric started some real trouble.

"Ah- no need- I have a feeling we won't need nature magic to control her. But thank you Varric. I'd prefer everyone just to keep their distance lest we spook her." 

[b]"Uhm... Uh sir? I, er, uhm... I th-think I have a solution t-to th-this problem."[/b]

The ranger spun and looked toward the voice- he recognized the blacksmiths son.

"Do you now?" He asked amicably. Leslie loved to boast of her sons intelligence- but Farrest never had the opportunity to work with the lad.

"What did you have in mi-"

The mayor interpolated,

"Good day Varric- and Laciel! I'm unused to seeing you outside of the forge- but don't mind us. I wouldn't want to stop you and Guinevere from playing, Varric. And please- do play around Dunstans coop." He looked fixedly at his daughter and his gaze showed that he knew,

"You know- the coop that you wrecked yesterday. Dunstan hasn't said a word but I'd prefer if you both went and helped him fix it."

Just then one of the windows to the house burst open and his wife's blonde head poked out,

"She did [i]what[/i]?!"

Farrest had to duck as the doe leapt out of the garden, startled. The ranger cursed and shot Sebille an exasperated glance. The mayors wife stared in shock,

"What the hells was that thing-"

Gareth chuckled nervously, seeing how crowded everything was getting and how upset Farrest had become. He put a hand on Varric and Guinevere's shoulders,

"Off you two go now- hm? Come back for lunch, Varric. You eat meat, yes? I've something special lined up."

And then he turned toward his wife,

"Darling what was that thing you were telling me about earlier- that thing about glass-" he said hurriedly as he made his way back into the house. Sebille could take a hint, she giggled and disappeared back into the house. Only to return moments later at the window to speak to her child,

"Guinevere, darling, apologize to Dunstan for your behavior. You know how your father loves eggs in the morning."

Farrest cleared his throat and bid her farewell as she retreated back into the house, already calmed down once more. By now the doe had ran farther into town. He sighed and wondered how long it would take him to find it without Dagny. Then again.. Sunflowers didn't have a scent- so he'd be in the same predicament either way.

He glanced toward Laciel,

"Let's go after it, hm? I could still use your plan." He didn't want to send the boy back to his mother- that seemed cruel. Something told him, also, that he'd probably enjoy a morning of deer chasing.

[b]A familiar whistling tune[/b] caught his attention then. The ranger looked toward the direction of the sound and saw his son approaching him from down the road. Farrest smiled- the more help the merrier.

"My son- good morning." He greeted Aldric warmly. "You've come at the perfect time. A cobalt deer has wandered into Vale and has eaten a few of the mayors sunflowers. So now its yellow.. But it just ran off. It's mimicked the mayors voice- so its best we send it on its way back into the Angar." He gestured to Laciel,

"Laciel here will be helping us- says he has a plan."