'how is it so easy for you to be kind to people?' he asked. i smiled.
'because people have not been kind to me.'Name // lacrimosa; honeybee Nicknames //the golden doe Gender // female Species // whitetail doe Size // Voice Color // #e8c380 Haunt // butterfly patch Voice // quiet, feminine, almost silky Reference // Set // swan | barn owl | barn owl Scent // milk and honey | it took me a while to find the butterfly patch i remembered from before, but once i found it i felt much more at peace in its comforting familiarity. there were quite a few more beings in the forest than i remembered, and many were very close to the butterfly-haloed flower patch i have come to think of as belonging solely to me. i am unsure of how i would react if there were someone else lying in those flowers one day when i came to rest. within a few seconds of walking, it seems like the forest changes completely. it is so hard to discern directions and distance in this forest. it took me a very long time of panic and confusion before i found the place i visited yesterday. it seems like one second, you have no clue where you are; then the next second, you're back where you started. while i am not sure, it almost appears to be that the forest endlessly loops on itself. thinking about it troubles me and i obtained a sizable headache that i attempted to sleep off, although sleep did not come easily and i lie awake for some time while my panic from feeling lost dissipated and my heart rate calmed down. i didn't do much today. i felt exhausted and my back hurt. i do not remember injuring my back in any way, but the ache will surely pass. i didn't see anyone i knew in the small amount of time that i was awake, but i did find a pleasant little flower patch with lingering butterflies. from there, the ruins and the pond are in clear sight. i will definitely be visiting this place more often. upon awakening this morning i felt just as drowsy as when i went to sleep last night. i went on a brief walk in an effort to stretch my legs and hopefully wake myself up a bit, but after passing the ruins twice i was still in a dream-like state. as i approached a grouping of flowers to get some more sleep, i noticed a goat by himself, standing on the edge of a fairy ring. i do not know what he was doing or what he was looking at, but i approached him cautiously from behind, making sure to rustle the foliage as i walked enough so that i did not sneak up on the goat and startle him. he turned upon hearing me and we exchanged bows and scents. i offered for him to join me for a relaxing afternoon nap in the flowers; he did. i fell asleep rather quickly to the sounds of the breeze and the comfort of the velvety petals of the flowers beneath me. i awoke in what seemed like a few minutes but by the sky it had clearly been hours. i stretched, and my legs hurt from sleeping on them. the goat had left, so i made my way to the pond, relaxing by a sturdy willow tree and watching the tiny darting fish beneath the water's surface. when i awoke in the forest, light snow had just begun to fall. it was not cold enough to whiten the ground, but instead merely dampened the grass beneath me. a fawn was playing in the flowers near me, mooing incessantly. i got up, nodded to the child, and walked away. i stopped to rest on the bridge, where another deer approached me and politely practiced magic on me for a short while before bowing in gratitude and parting ways. i slowly meandered my way through the forest, enjoying the dainty snowflakes, and came to the stone arrangement near the playground. i nimbly leaped up the rocks, making sure not to wake someone who was already fast asleep at the top. i lay down at the edge, listening to the breeze in the aspen trees and the crisp chirps of birdsong. i eventually fell asleep. when i awoke, i made my way down from the rock and took a leisurely and unhurried walk. the forest was exceptionally beautiful today, although it always is. after walking aimlessly for a while, i lay down against a tree, where another deer was sleeping peacefully. they shifted slightly but did not stir otherwise, and i eventually fell asleep along with them. |
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you said you were afraid to lose me. | and then you faced your fears and left | x blah blah blah personality shit here created jan 22 days present in forest: 4 lacrimosus, lacrimosa, lacrimosum (adj.) 1. tearful, weeping 2. causing tears lacrimosa does not have a magnificent power that gives her an advantage over others. she does not have super strength, she can't fly, she cannot heal herself or shapeshift.. but she can cry. she can cry for others. she can take some of their sadness away, even if it's only temporary. she takes on other people's problems, she bears the cross of everyone around her's burdens. it is very taxing on the delicate doe. sadness does not vanish when she takes it - it is simply transferred to her. and so she weeps. she weeps for others, sometimes without them knowing. her tears are like liquid gold, and have the scent and taste of honey. she does not get anything in return for what she does, but it makes her happy (if you can even attribute the word happy to her) to know that others are feeling better - even at her own expense. meaning here |
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hi there!! ((also her design
((also her design is lovely))
thank you ^U^ i haven't
i haven't gotten around to making a fullbody yet, but i will eventually
she purdy c:
aw, thank you
a cutie