Your eyes see a snowy pelt and grinning face. You joker you say. You grin and smile while the rest of us suffer in hardships and quarrels. You lucky one with your soul set free. You've been beyond and look at you! So pleased and happy as if it were all a joke.
"I do it all for you. I could have any mask in the forest and yet I pick that which brings glee to the living. "
"Below the waves there lurks a contradiction.
You would not know it child.
Frivolous as you are flitting about with your little friends.
When was the last time you rested by the pond?
When was the last time you broke the bounds of reality and strolled along the surface?
I had done so recently and I have one mighty fine fish story to share..."
My second day in this beautiful forest and I'm already inlove with it.
Every breath I take feels so delightful...
Most of my day I spent at the crying idol, lying among the popples listening to the never ending sound of purling water.
It just makes me so calm.
I didn't interact with any deers today, I just kept my distance and watched them playing around. I hope that I some day will have it easier to trust others, I feel so lonely when I walk around in the forest al by my self.
I would really like to have some company of I friend that I could feel relaxed with and that I could trust.
Why is it that hard for me?
I explored some parts of the forest a bit more today. I went to the old ruins, although it is
such a beautiful place it gives me creeps whit all these grave stones and that big cadge.
I never stay around there for too long. I also went to the drinking place the one whit a barrier of blue mist in the birch forest.
I first got surprised as I walked through the mist, my whole set disapeared and I looked
exactly like those nameless deers I've seen running around in the forest.
I backed out of the ring of mist and there it was again... my set was back, very strange.
As the day came to an end and i started to feel a bit tired I walked back to the crying idol with its purling wather that streamed under the old bridge. I was watchin the beautiful view for a short time lying in the nice smelling popples, and then I finaly feel asleep after a day of exlporing.
He wasn't sure how, but he knew birds probably didn't figure prominently in heaven. This should be a place with angels, golden streets and saints, filled with the sound of chanted hymns and trumpets...
Shouldn't it?
He opened my eyes.
He was lying in a bed of purple flowers, on the floor of a grassy green wood.
Was THIS heaven?
He looked around, trying to figure out where he was, a confused expression on his face. Then, with some effort, he got to his hooves and peered around the-
Wait.
HOOVES?
He leaped back in fright, mouth opening - but no sound came forth. The lack of vocality, however, was the last of his worries. He currently had four legs, fur, and hooves.
For a little while he just ran in circles, silently screaming, unable to do anything about it. Then, when he exausted himself with chasing his tail, he fell heavily into a large patch of tall grass and hid.
No one can see me like this. He wasn't quite sure what he'd done to deserve being given a tail. However, he gradually brought himself to realize that this was just a dream. Just a nice, peaceful dream. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the deer were running...
Deer?
Wait!
There went one, just like him! A little spotted fawn, with long gangly legs, light-colored belly, and... Was that a human face? How... odd.
He chased the fawn to an old, broken down ruin. A little scared, he told himself he should tell the fawn to get away from the place. It probably wasn't a good place for small creatures to play around.
When he approached the fawn however, he was shocked - it bellowed at him, dug it's forehoof into the ground and made some very aggressive movements toward him.
He bolted.
Hiding again (this time in the hollow of a great tree), he considered this turn of events.
These go back quite a ways,
I have so many edits sitting in my computer that I decided it was time to post a few
I may have to edit this again because I'm pretty sure I did the split summary wrong (edit: nope, seems fine )
I do not know what is wrong with me these past few days, maybe it is that I have not seen anyone familiar for a time excepting Vala who seems more and more lively every time I see her. I had a fair bif of exercise chasing that doe around this evening as she went too and fro from sleeping deer to fauns in order to change their pelts into a plethora of colours. Though I find her picto easy to recognise in the vast sea of symbols that swirl round the forest like stray leaves. As I sit recording today's events a small Vala shaped bunny is casting spells on me without pause, though I do not mind the change to my body so much as I can always return to myself. I found a great deal of amusement in joining her in the red pelt that comes from walking through the crying idol.
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