The first year of life came and went and Conduiramour grew like a weed. She was at her mother's side constantly, only leaving to explore a few steps away. Life in Glenmore was beautiful and full of things to see and learn, but there were many dangers to one so young. Her mother was forever on watch, even when her mate or a guard was nearby.
On that early summer's day, something special had happened. A feathered doe, a bright light, and powerful burst of magic which led to the growth of the New Oak. Her parents had been affected by Nuala's power and even Conduiramour had felt a touch of the Princess's mystical power.
At the tender age of one, her own magic was lying dormant. Waiting for the third year of life which would finally kindle that little spark. In that briefest of moments, however, Conduiramour had felt a kiss of magic which made her own magic flutter a bit. It faded away soon after, but the filly had felt it. It was warm and soothing, kind of like her mother's touch.
"What happened?" Conduiramour heard her mother ask her father. The little family had retreated to their private glade, the two older fawnlings were discussing what had taken place in the Royal fields. "I do not know, but whatever it was...I just hope it means the herd will take a turn for the better." the stag replied.
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