21. I met a multitude of deer here in the past two years. None of you will probably remember me, I was more of a casual on-off player. Nevertheless, it doesn't change my feelings about this place.

Since day one, being that little fawn I loathed being, to the present, there was always a group of helpful adult deer. I don't know if it's because of 21's easy to remember name and pictograph, or her standard set, that make her recognizable. But I was really surprised to see her again, wearing the same as I remember her, and behaving just as helpful as always. Every time that happens, this runs through my mind. Doesn't he/she ever get tired of doing this? How do they stay on with such patience? Yet, players such as 21 act uniformly and do not get tired of it. Including spell recharges, such as the transformation, or handing out a couple of masks and antlers to a group of fawns who won't be able to enjoy it for long. I get an eerie sense of gratitude from them. I know that I am not as charitable.

This outing was pleasant; although it was late at night in my corner of the world, there was a big enough group to play with. I chuckle as we start another round of dancing, and wonder once again what the count is on the number of times 21 has partook in one of these.

Such a beautiful thing. All white and gold like an angel.
Red. eyes like some little demon, is that what he is? certainly he can't do anything properly, he let him die, let him die, he let jergens die. Jergensandnippersandmalware oh god it was his fault.