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The rainy air has its own smell; it has a little rot in it, and a little bit of the promise of new growth. It smells like the bottom of ponds and, I think, of mystery. Today the rain smelled like cool northern lands, and of distant icy seas.

Today, also, it smelled like I wasn't going to be doing much. I wandered around, exchanged gifts of flowers with a stranger, watched two deer give each other spells and turn into crows, sat with a crow-deer, and wandered over to the Oak, where I sat and watched the rain for a while. Eventually, a few others joined me under the great cavern of the oak, who told me little dreams about the rain.

The rain, she told me, is the tears of a crying idol so big that no deer can make sense of it, and so they call it the sky -- we're all inside her, and her tears drip down over all of us on a day like today. The rain is music the gods are playing on the instrument of the world, shaking the water and making a gentle sound where it strikes the ground. The rain, she told me, is the often unseen sky reminding us that it exists. I may have elaborated, here and there, but that's what she said, at the heart of matters.
Eventually, I noticed the sound of Virgil -- the distinctive fall of his hooves, the little humm made from the light of his name, and so I went to see him. He was sitting with some company. Poltergeist was breathing heavily – I think her baby was finally on its way, lured out by the smell of rain. I know we know little of each other, but I was glad to be able to offer whatever feeble support I could as she shifted restlessly in the rain – eventually Virgil left Poltergeist, Trees, and I in the rain, which pittered down around us, until we all eventually fell asleep.

When I woke up, Saosin was next to me. He gave my rain-soaked back a nice rub, the ridged sound of bone on scale not unlike the sound of rain on hard treebark above us.

Quite a lot of Cut [and Rip] here because I play Cut most of the time.
This dump is really gay.


Moping Rip makes a fine pillow.


-nudgenudgenudge marking-


C: 'ere, lemme scratch yer bum for ya.
R: .... ,__,


C: -RipapictoNOMONOMO-
R: Wait, what are you doing to it..? v__v,


Cut is a maaaagic man and does neat tricks.


Cut is an amateur and gets himself nearly killed.


-headgnaw-


Cut decided to change his gender.
C: -checks and notices his manly parts missing- omg kewl.
Evens: ...o__O
R: -passes out after throwing up-


Wedding traaaain takes you to... weddingly, happy places.


Nakey party was a good party.


Kid train owns all the other trains ever made.


Babymerge.


One of my rl friends popped in to play and test out the forest.


CutRip babiez.

I've been a member for an entire year and unfortunately I can honestly say I've only been in the forest a few times. I absolutely love it, but for some reason I never quite get the feeling that I fit in with the other deer. So I don't get on much. It's odd I know. I mean, there is no form of verbal communication, how on earth do I feel like an outcast? I guess it just seems like people ignore me, maybe I'm too jumpy for the deer of endless forest. I am determined to play more though and I'm determined to find a place to fit in :]