To all technology deer out there; one question.
I log in. I'm connected. But whenever I go to find other deer, they are all standing still. I bleat, I hop around them, but they don't notice me. When I cast spells on them, they don't show up.

It started a few hours ago and now I'm feeling very alarmed.

Heh, hello!
I've been wanting to play this game. A friend recommended it to me, and its the most peaceful game I've ever played; so I look forward to when I sign on to relax and play around.
Even though I'm a fawn at the time, I'm still getting use to the actions and commands.

I hope to draw pictures of Pallos soon. heh.
Anywho, hello everyone

Hey guys!
My name is Raoghnait, but you can call me Rao! Let me tell you a little about myself, okay? Okay!
I'm a teenage doe who is not afraid to confront problems. Although I'm very curious by nature, but I'm also a little shy.. Just a little bit only!
But If you get to know me, you'll see that I'm a very friendly and playful fellow... well, most of the time, hehe. I like to be close someone, but sometimes I need my personal space.
There are so many things what I don’t like, and that’s why I’m not going to tell them here. They you’ll find out for yourself when get to know me!
I'm supposed to do my bio soon, but I wanted just to tell you in advance what kind of deer I am.
Maybe I get here your new friends (hopefully), so come say hello if you feel like it!

[=darkgreen]Yesterday, I spent some time at my favorite exercise: navigating sunbeams.
Those shaft of light were my beacon, my road in the midst of darkness. I bent my body to their curves, raised my steps and bounded over the places they became spotted like the light thrown up by water onto the walls of the bridge... It was a good walk, over the purple-and-green mottled landscape of the Old Forest and the mossy crimson clay of the Birch Forest.
I didn't keep a steady pace -- if I found I needed to speed up to make a jump, I had to back up, first. Moving in and out of light, I had time to consider things: the way the ground of the First Forest is almost scaly-looking, covered in light patches, color against color in its mottled way; different from the sunlight, and yet still creating. It's the old leaves, I think, that make it: the overlay of leaves becomes like scales (or, perhaps in my case, the overlay of scales).

There was no sound but the forest settling around me, and the birds chirping in the branches, and my footsteps, and my breathing. Nothing louder than the swaying of the grass as I moved through it, perhaps.

Under these circumstances...I let my worries run wild. It had been a while since I had seen Sage. Not long enough that I'm terribly worried...But given my history, long enough that I feel a gnaw of concern, and miss her. After all, if she vanished now...I'd have never told her what was really in my heart.
But if she was here right now, today, would I? Should I? She said she has never been in love -- and recently enough that I was fishing when I asked. At best, it means she may love me, and may not realize it. At worse, she does not love me.
If I asked, I think there'd be no more uncertainty in her: I'd have her answer, because the asking would enable her to give it. That's what I believe... Which means that were she not to love me, she would know it.