I don't really know how to go about talking about this... But sometimes, a lot recently with Seed, I've been feeling lonely and disconnected from people. And I don't like it. So I'm gonna fix it, or else just retire Seed.

So, to help me out a little, I thought I'd see what sort of friends or other stuff Seed has to start with.
So, how does your deer think of Seed? Are they friends? Do they like to hang out or would they like to hang out more often? Heck, even if they've never met -- would you and/or your deer like to become friends?

This picto belongs to a little ...entity... named Nimbus. And while I'm working on getting a bio up, in the meanwhile, Nimbus will just be called upon to tell you a little about itself. Right, Nimbus?

"...It's kinda more left...I suppose..."

Uhhh....What isn't, Nimbus?

"My 'self.' I'm left-hoofed. So I can't be 'right.'"

...Alright...So, are you like a TEF deer, Nimbus?

"...For now. I guess I may change my mind later...Being the feeling you get when you wake up and you saw the meaning of life in a dream... But then you forgot it... I may want to do that, next. I've been a cloud, before. That was alright."

You do that...Wait, you used to be a cloud?

"And then... I wanted to be a deer... So I found one... And was it."

Well, are you a boy or a girl?

"...Maybe. I'll think about it."

Your favorite things?

"...The feeling of silk. Lighter-than-air travel. Mamihlapinatapai, if I'm watching. The wave nature of light. Auroras. The feeling of being so high up that nothing can hurt me but getting back down. Sitting on clouds, even when I'm the cloud I'm sitting on.... Naps."

Well, that's some special stuff....I....Yeah, I'm about of ideas of things you'd be willing to tell our lovely audience. I promise I'll get to work on your bio soon. Maybe try some CSS: anyone want to help me with that?

Nimbus is still young, so feel free to ask Nimbus questions as well; I'm building Nimbus as I go, so questions help a lot!

The green stag finished his missive. He had been wandering and writing for over a week now, focused intently. When he was with his friends, he had been thinking only of the poems. When he was alone, he was pondering the poems. And now, at last, he was ready.

He stood from his sunning spot at the river mouth and climbed the hill to the Twin Gods' statue, where he left it. He had, with some care, made an ink to apply onto a sheet of peeled-off birch bark. He left the note there, unsigned, to preserve some mystery to it.

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[center]To All Dear Forest-Dwellers:

In the interest of letting poetry be as it was meant -- a surprise look at the world, a delight to reach and understand, and a part of the community -- I have gone forth and spread some of my poems throughout the forest, with each poem tied to its location. I will release them gradually, so that I will be able to preserve them for my collection in case no one decides to hunt them out. Each wave of poetry will get, ideally, harder to find: you who can find the last poem will, without question, truly know the forest.

Oh, how lovely...Today, the forest is just such a lovely New Year's moment that I had to say something while I danced.




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I decided that I'd do a few little giftart cards, just because... There's no real order to who I picked, except that they're people that crossed my mind in the days before Christmas.

Scape For Pega


Rutilus for MoonlitStar


Ourania


Kauna for Rouda


Kaoori
In-Progress

Zerg
In-Progress

Anyone Else I think Of
Coming when I think of them

I can mail colored versions to folks that want them, since these are on cute little cards I had lying around, waiting to be used -- they can fit in a normal envelope without folding, so there's that.

There are times when being a poet in the forest is hard. For those times, I return to this. "Ars Poetica" is a slightly loaded phrase; I don't think I'm the equal of Horace, but... The Art of Poetry in the forest is complicated.



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I arrived sometime before the birth... And I will be frank, there's much about this moment I don't understand. When Walter showed up, I wasn't sure exactly what to do. Walter hasn't always behaved well about fawns... Nor has he always behaved well about Illrose, which is what made this situation. But when he came up, she nodded -- I guess they decided that whatever had happened, the fawn was theirs to help protect.

Or something. I'm not sure I understand all of this. Either way, he clearly did his best to protect her, only letting deer near when Illrose gives them the nod. Like a bouncer. Sitting there, waiting, I felt the anticipation so thick in the air that it seemed a tastable smell, like all air in the world of snakes.

I even think Walter was a little anxious, which may rank as almost cute. But then, he was also swearing blue streaks at passer-byes who were just running on the side of the twin god's hills. He chased off a few others more immediately, and tried to shoo a few folks... But I was actually impressed. I guess Walter's felt that if he's going to have a biological family, he's going to need to pull it together for them, even just a little. And that's touching, in its own way.

Those of us watching, holding our vigil in prepartion of the newborn's life, seemed to gather a decent distance away. I may have been the closest seating observer. I guess I'm just not very threatening, ha-ha. I also got a chance to say Hi to Rut and Saosin, whom I haven't seen in a while. I'm sorry that it had to be while there was something going on. I just... I don't like choosing between friends, but sometimes it's not about who I like better, or anything.
Please don't think I'm insulting you, is what I'm trying to say. But Walter was there for one of the most important days of my life, and sometimes I've got to try and repay my favors. Please, do, seek me out for a rain check.


The birth of the fawn was very quiet.

I was sitting with a group at the ruins when I wrote this, and began to wonder what the story of that place would be...



((This has been another visit to Seed's Poetry Corner))

((This was a gift-poem about Illrose; if Snowsauria doesn't like it, she's free to have me try again. Also, AT LAST! IT IS COMPLETE!))