[Prongs is happy for all the attention, but he stiffens when she gently points out that he's magical. He's not used to people being able to tell he's a magical stag (or rather that he's magical and not really a stag) simply by looking. It catches him off-guard.
But then she's scritching his head and oh, that feels nice. It's enough for him to ease once more. He moves his head a bit, guiding her to the exact right spot like an impatient cat or dog. One she gets it, he puffs a sigh out his nose. Ahhh.
Then, slowly, he nods his head up and down, though he's noticeably weighed down by his own antlers. Yes, he's stuck like her, and yes, he is very proud to be a magical stag.]
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But then she's scritching his head and oh, that feels nice. It's enough for him to ease once more. He moves his head a bit, guiding her to the exact right spot like an impatient cat or dog. One she gets it, he puffs a sigh out his nose. Ahhh.
Then, slowly, he nods his head up and down, though he's noticeably weighed down by his own antlers. Yes, he's stuck like her, and yes, he is very proud to be a magical stag.]