-Oh my I've been really bad at updating, haven't I... XD-





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04.08.2011

Tinwë dreamt a nightmare tonight, and to make it less scary she made a song.

Here goes:
"I dreamt I was chased by a fearful Mad Cake
It wished to eat me, oh this bad cake I baked
Horribly burnt, but a mud cake it was
But teeth it had, I ran alas
It had the foul scent of rotten dead
How can it be? It was made from bread!
So in the pond I lept and the Mad Cake followed
Thankfully I watched as the dough dissolved
So if today, when you bathe, you feel a bite
Quickly get up of the water, allright?"





08.10.2010

Tinwë awakens from a deep slumber. She dislikes the autumn storms so she slept through it all. She thinks it's
scary when the wind howls, the sky rumbles and the rain drowns the ground, as the nights get darker and darker.
She much prefer hiding away and sleep as it passes.

Her eyes slowly open, one at a time, and she gets a surprise. A bright, white light, blinding her, is shining in
through the holes in the tree. She can't see anything outside the tree, its all white. She gets up on her feet and
curiously, cautiously, enter the world outside while energeticly smelling the cold air. Her breath is a warm cloud,
and she feels her fur has gotten a lot thicker as she slept, but she still can feel how cold it is outside.
Now she stands hesitating in the opening of the tree, there's nothing but a bright, cold white light out there
and she doesn't want to fall into something dangerous, why she does not take the next step
before waiting a long time.

Her eyes slowly gets used to all the brightness, and she can, after a little while, discern the silhouettes of trees.
She shakes her head and blinks many times to see more clearly. She hears a distant mooing in the white landscape,
that gets clearer and clearer. She realizes the first snow has fallen. The bright sunshine reflects on it, why she is blinded.
The snow sparkles, as if it had many tiny rainbows in it and wasn't all white, and Tinwë now dears to walk out
of the tree and into the sunshine.





14.9.2010

The rain falls heavily and Tinwë is desperately bored. Oh, how grumpy she is. Everything is soaked. Even the
flowers in her antlers look wilted and out of sorts. The water drip from them and trickles down her neck.
She shivers with cold. Her hair, usually curly and light brown, now hang straight down and is dark with water.
She shakes her head wildly to get some of the rain away. Then she faces the sky.

"Would you please stop raining soon?" she whines to the dark, gray clouds.
A rumble of thunder shakes the ground, like the laughter of a giant.
"Why would I?" the sky answers her. Tinwë frowns.
"Because it's cold! It's boring! I don't like rain! Everyone hide away, even the butterflies and my good mood!"
After her scream has stopped echoing there is nothing but the sound of the rain. Dripping, running, pouring, rushing.

Then the thunder rumbles again.
"But what do you think would happen if rain never came?" the sky asks her. Tinwë looks confused.
"Well, that would be good, wouldn't it? We could play all the time. We would never get soaked and cold."

The sky laughs at her.
"Little girl. You really don't understand, do you? How would the plants grow with no water? What would you
drink if there was no water? The pond, the river, and even the Drinkplaats would dry out without rain.
And if that happened, if everything would dry out, there would be no forest."
Tinwë looks up at the sky and blinks away the raindrops. Her eyes are full of wonder.
"Oh", is all she can say. Then she lowers her head and looks disappointed.
"I guess I'm just not a raindeer", she says in low voice, and wanders off to find a shelter.

The sky rumbles with laughter again.





13.9.2010

Tinwë has returned to the big, big tree, and sits there, shivering from the cold winds outside. Autumn has
arrived, the sky is grey and the air is moist. The smell of earth, plants and mushrooms saturates the woods.
Soon a rain will come.

The tree is crowded today, but Tinwë enjoys it. The other deer are warm, and have low-voiced conversations.
That, and the humming of the tree, slowly puts Tinwë to sleep.





12.9.2010

Something big, warm and cuddly lies beside Tinwë when she slowly awakes in the cave. She doesn't care about
opening her eyes just yet, and the fur is so warm... Then she frowns. The fur has a very strange smell.
And why is it even there? She opens her eyes and is close to screaming with fear when she sees who the fur belongs to.
She rises hastily and sneaks out of the cave. The bear doesn't wake up.





11.9.2010

Tinwë is really tired today, but gets interrupted all the time when she tries to fall asleep. First, she can't find
any good place to nap. Everywhere are twigs, small rocks and even thorns, so she really can't find that cozy
place with soft grass where she can have her sweet dreams. Then, when she finds a place somewhat like that,
she realizes a bit too late there's a small ant-heap right where she put her butt.

Panicking, with ants all over her body, she runs for the pond and throws herself in. When the ants re gone she
still has a bad sting and itch everywhere. Limping away, feeling miserable, she tries to find a better spot to sleep.

So she finds a place with huge rocks and things, and the rocks are warm from the sun. With a pleased smile
she lies down on one of the rocks.

She only closes her eyes when a loud shout of joy echoes nearby. She quickly gets on her feet, surprised,
and a big group of fawns comes running towards the rocks. Still surprised, she watches as they jump from
rock to rock, chase each other and laugh at their own pranks. An older deer sits down to watch the little ones
close to Tinwë, and she asks him what the big fuzz is all about. He looks at her, slightly puzzled.
"But this is the playground. It's always full of playing fawns," he says.
Tinwë feels stupid. This is not a place to sleep. So she wanders off again.

Finally, she finds a small cave far away in the forest, on a place way from the places she has been on before.
Here, no one bothers her. The inside of the cave is covered in soft, dry sand. Complete silence rules in here,
and if it starts to rain, she is sheltered. And so, Tinwë finally falls asleep.





8.9.2010

It was a bit chilly this morning and a light mist was swirling around just above the ground when Tinwë woke up.
She was very hungry so she immediately started to search for food. She didn't really feel like eating grass,
she'd rather eat some interesting plant or some pretty flowers. So she went wandering around in the forest,
a bit absent-minded and very pleased with herself as always. All of a sudden she discovers a pine cone on the ground,
and she knows it would be really good to eat one of those.

But just as she is speeding up to get it, a big, white dove comes out of nowhere, grabs the cone and flies away.
Tinwë looks shocked for a few seconds, then her face turns red with anger and disappointment.

She starts galloping after the bird, while shouting at it and cursing the day it was hatched.
"Come back here, you...!" is her wrathful battle cry.

The dove lands in a tall tree and Tinwë runs for it. When reached the tree, she realizes she can't climb.
"Return that @#%¤ pine cone to me you little §¤*#!!!" she shouts at the bird.

But then she hears a weak chirp from the branch. Two chicks stick their heads up from the dove's nest.
Tinwë looks blank again. She hadn't expected the @#%¤ bird to have kids. It starts feeding them with the pine cone.
Tinwë sighs and starts walking away, still hungry. She does, however, forget about it and enjoy the beautiful day,
and she does find many other pine cones to eat. The doves thrive in their nest.



7.9.2010

Tinwë saw a ladybug today. It made her wonder. She watched it for several hours. In all ways she feels good today.



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6.9.2010

This day, Tinwë was chasing butterflies all over the forest and had a lot of fun. So she went to the pond to
take a swim and cool herself off, since a rabbit told her that was what he used to do when he got warm.
And it works very well, Tinwë enjoys the cool water and splashes it around. Other deer watch her carefully,
and she wonders why they don't swim.

When she gets up she can see why.

"What happened to my pelt? Where did all the colors go? Why am I all brown and white?" she asks with nervous
voice and looks around. A deer comes slowly walking towards her, he looks majestic with his giant antlers.
"Didn't you know? The colors all wash off when you get into the water. Just like paint," he says calmly.
Tinwë meets his eyes with her own and looks distressed.
"But what do I do? How do I get it back? Where did it all go? Even the red flowers disappeared!" she says.
"Come with me. We shall cast a spell upon you, and then all your colors will return."

She follows the majestic deer and many others join. They slowly walk through the forest and suddenly
they all sit down beside a sleeping deer. Tinwë looks confused, but sits down as well. The deer nod at her.
"Look here, my child," the big deer says. Tinwë watches the sleeping one.
"The spells of pelts are the spells of dreams. They are created in the sleep. The awake ones can gather it,
to cast it upon each other," the big one says.
So they wait for a while, and then a strange sound is heard.
"Now, we can cast the spell," the majestic deer says. Tinwë still don't understand much, but all the deer arise
and suddenly the whole area is full of spells casted all over. Most of them hit Tinwë, but some miss her and
all the deer get the strangest appearances. When Tinwë has her butterfly pelt again she tells them she is happy.
"Anything more you wish? A mask? Something for your antlers?" the other asks. Tinwë thanks them and says
she only wants those red flowers, and they show her where they grow.

The rest of the day she spends trying to make the red poppies fit in her hair and antlers.
In the evening she is very sleepy.




5.9.2010

A day like the one today is something you seldom see.
The light of the sun is silver shimmery, reflected on the leaves of all plants.
The beauty of the forest is hard to describe, it has a certain aura this morning.
Tinwë feels lonely today, so she runs off to find some company.

In a circle of mushrooms a fawn is sleeping. How cute, Tinwë thinks and sits down beside him.
After a while the fawn yawns and wakes up. With its tired eyes it is blinking, and watches Tinwë with a confused look.

"Who are you?" The fawn asks in a suspicious tone. Tinwë smiles.
"I am Tinwë," she says. The fawn looks a bit irritated.
"You sat down here because you thought I was cute, right?"
"Well... yeah. And you were."
"Creep."

The fawn walks away, casting many evil looks behind. Tinwë is confused.
"I'm not a creep!" she says eventually. But the fawn has already disappeared.
"I was just... lonely."




4.9.2010

Tinwë had a strange dream tonight. She was an eagle, and she was flying high above the forest. She saw
herself sleep on the ground, and she saw her friends down there among the trees. And then she soared higher,
higher up in the dark sky. The cold wind met her face and rustled her feathers. She flew far, far and upwards,
until she flew right under the stars. Their lights made her feathers shine as silver. And then the moon arose.
She watched it, huge and white, so close she could almost touch it, and lighting up the entire world around her.

Yes, the world. She watched the ground below her, and realized suddenly there was no ground. There was
no trees. Below her was only the giant, shimmery silver-like ocean. Her heart beats faster and she almost can't
control her flight anymore. The big water fills her with fear, she has never seen an ocean before. It is nothing like
the pond, it seems border less and all-consuming. The stars are reflected in the sea so she doesn't anymore
know what's up and what's down, and so is the moon and the clouds. The air feels heavy and makes it hard to steer.
It tries to make her roll around, but she struggles in the storm.

Suddenly a whisk of air makes her crash and she closes her eyes, ready to meet the surface of the ocean.
But nothing happens. She opens her eyes again and realizes she has fallen trough the sky. She makes a
frightened eagle-cry, and flaps her wings desperately to get back home. But the stars mercilessly come closer,
as the Earth becomes a small globe further and further away.

Then she wakes up, panting with fear and her eyes wide open.
After a while she curls over and falls asleep again.




3.9.2010

Today nothing special happened at all. Tinwë's feeling happy and she eats a lot of plants.





2.9.2010

Tinwë feels sleepy, so she spends all day long resting by the ruins. Normally she would feel spooked by the old
tombstones and all that, but today she's simply too lazy to care. Besides, she's found a very comfortable spot.
The sun rises and the sun goes down, deer run around her and moo, but she lies there with the eyes closed or peering,
now and then she falls asleep. When the night has fallen, the stars glisten above her. She opens her eyes and
lifts her head to watch them.
"Oh, how beautiful you are," she whispers to the diamonds of the sky.

"Thank you. You're pretty too," someone says close to her.
Tinwë almost reaches the sky with the jump she makes out of surprise.

A most unpleasant being sits on the edge of the stone which she has been sleeping on all day long.
"My name is Tom," it says. Tinwë looks at it with unease.
"Peeping Tom?" she asks. The creature snorts with amusement.
"Yes, yes, very funny, very funny" it says, laughing. Tinwë backs off.
"Well I gotta go... Tom."

And she runs away into the forest. Tom wanders away to find someone else to peep.




1.9.2010

Today is a lovely autumn day. The sun paints everything in gold and Tinwë feels so lucky. You see, today,
she has a tea party, not far from the ruins. A little bronze teapot is on the glowing fire pit, and little cups made of
wood are filled with steaming hot tea. Oio, Shulgalaj and Tinwë now are about to face the moment of truth.

They all lower their heads to lap the tea. Silence lies heavy upon them. Then they taste the tea.
"OW!" they all shout at the same time. Their tongues are burnt on the hot water. But Tinwë starts laughing.
"This certainly is tea. I do remember always burning my tongue on it!" she giggles.
The other two look a little puzzled but the smile is contaminant. Soon they burst out in laughter of no special reason.

Then a voice reaches them.
"Good day, folks."
A slender, grey deer slowly comes walking to them. The little group watches him with surprise.
"Hi there," Tinwë says.
"Hello," Shulgalaj says and waves his hoof. Oio ducks and greets the grey deer too.
"Hi," he says with a friendly smile to the stranger.
"May I join your modest tea party?" the stranger asks in a very polite manner. Tinwë nods her head eagerly.
"Of course you can! But who are you?" she says with a big smile. She is really happy to have so many guests.
"I am simply called... 'The Grey'," he answers and sits down beside them.
"Oh, then we can call you 'Earl Grey'!" Tinwë says and laughs out loud to her own bad joke. The others
just look at her. The Grey gets himself some tea.
"What do you mean?" Shulgalaj says eventually. He can't remember anything from his past life as a human,
so of course he has also forgotten that there is a tea called 'Earl Grey'.
"I suppose you could," the Grey says with a little smile. Oio drinks his tea. Tinwë still giggles. Shulgalaj
looks very confused.
"Why would we call him Earl?" he asks. He thinks they mean the name Earl, since he doesn't remember the title.
"This is really good," Oio says with a happy smile. Tinwë nods and giggles.
"I like tea very much," she says.
"Splendid tea, indeed," The Grey says.
"Thankyou."
"Hey! Guys! Who's this 'Earl'??"




31.8.2010

As Tinwë and Oio have discussed the making of tea, they came to the conclusion that for tea you need three things:

#1. You need at least one tea leaf,
#2. You need hot, boiled water, and
#3. You need something to contain the water/tea.

And thay have also come to the conclusion that the last of these three things in fact is the easiest one and
the first is the hardest to get. They do not know how to boil the water, but at least they have it. The tea itself,
however, is a trickyer thing. Oio says he might remember that tea grows somewhere far away really hot, but he
can't say exactly where. So he went away to ask someone he thought may know. Tinwë stays by the statues
and ponders the boiling of water. She knows it requires something so hot it burns you, like a fire. She looks
around, but there's no fire in sight. She sighs loudly. But then something happens that makes her very surprised.

A deep voice rises from the earth below her and makes the hill rumble.
"Who are you, patient child? it asks her.
"Tinwë," she answers, looking all around for the source of the voice.
"Why do you sit here all by yourself? You have been here for four days now."
"I want to make tea. But I have no fire, no teapot and no leaves of tea," Tinwë tries to explain.
"Hummmm...." the voice humms. Tinwë still can't figure out where it comes from.
"Well, as a God, I shall provide you with what you wished for. Look behind my statue," the voice says.
Tinwë suddenly realizes she finally has got her answer from the Gods. She jumps up and cheers.
"Jippee!" she shouts before rushing to the God statues. There it is: A bronze teapot. But nothing else.
Disappointed she turns to the statue and is about to ask where the rest is.
"No worries, look inside of the pot," the God says. Tinwë carefully lifts the lid of the pot with her antlers.
There lies a bunch of leaves in a transparent bag, and a strange device. She lifts that up with her teeth and
puts it on the ground before her. It's shiny and small.
"That, my child, is a lighter. I have specially designed it for you, so you can use it more easily."
"But what is it for?" Tinwë asks.
"It is your fire. Put together a pile of old branches and wood, and use the lighter on it. Just make sure nothing
else that can burn is close. It's a good idea to put rocks around the fire." the Godly Voice says.
"And then I put the pot on the fire, water in the pot and leaves in the water?" Tinwë asks.
"Yes, my child. But fill the pot with water before you put it on the fire," the God explains. Tinwë starts to
dance all around the hill singing a song with the only lyrics 'Thankyou thankyou' over and over.
She puts back the stuff in the pot and the lid on the pot and the pot in her antlers,
and then she runs away to find Oio as fast as she can.




30.8.2010

When Tinwë wakes up this morning she's still on the hill with the god statues. Oio is standing right in front of her
and stares in her face. Tinwë makes a big, startled jump when she opens her eyes and discovers him.

"Hi. I was wondering when you'd wake up," he says in his usual low voice. Tinwë shakes her head trying to awake.
"Well I'm up now. What are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing," Oio answers. Silence rules the time for a moment.
"So.... why are you here?" he asks her.

Tinwë tries to explain as good as she can about the tea and why she wants it so badly. Oio nods in understanding.
"Yeah, I remember tea. It was a favourite drink of mine... but how are the Gods gonna fix it for you?
Do they even know what tea is??"
Tinwë looks at him with her big brown eyes for a moment and then she sighs.
"How come other people always manage to mention stuff I haven't thought of?" she says.
Oio shrugs his shoulders.
"Maybe you just don't think so much," he says, and gets a slap on the back of his head.
"Don't tell me things like that!" Tinwë says, and looks very offended.
"Okay okay," Oio says with a laugh and rubs his head.
"So what are you doing here?" Tinwë asks him.
"Well, I was just gonna find out what you were here for. You looked really weird." He gets slapped again.
"Hey! You can't keep slapping fawns! That's child abuse!" he shouts at her and she shrugs her shoulders.
"I guess I didn't think of that", she teases him.

Then they start discussing how tea is really made.




29.8.2010

Tinwë is still sitting by the god statues waiting for an answer. She's getting rather tired. But she knows that
it will be an answer soon! Or so that other deer told her. But that deer is gone now, Tinwë is unaware that
the other deer is sitting somewhere close with all his friends, laughing at her. If she'd know, she wouldn't care
in any case. She wouldn't understand that they're making fun of her. So she patiently keeps waiting.

After a while a rabbit comes hopping to her and sits down beside.
"Hi there", it says. Tinwë looks at the rabbit with confusion.
"Hi," she answers.
"What are you doing?" the rabbit asks. Tinwë thinks about it for a little while.
"I'm waiting," she eventually answers the rabbit.
"Oh," the rabbit says.

They sit there together for a while, in silence. Then the rabbit looks up at her again.
"What are you waiting for?" it asks.
"I wait for tea. Or a way to make tea. The gods will give me an answer soon," Tinwë says with a gesture to the
large, white statues. The rabbit watches the statues with wonder in the eyes and its head tilted to the side.
"But the Gods are made of stone. How do they answer? They have no mouths," it says wisely.
Tinwë hadn't thought of that. From a distance she hears a sound like giggling.
"I think they will answer by giving me one thing or another," she says. The rabbit thinks of that for a moment.
"But how do they do that?" he asks when he's done. Tinwë frowns.
"How do I know? They're magical so I will have my tea eventually. I only have to wait," she says.
The rabbit sits down in silence for a little while more, but then he hops away and Tinwë is left alone.
She still hasn't got any tea.




28.8.2010

When Tinwë woke up today she had only one thing in mind: Tea. She had dreamt of tea pots all night long,
and couldn't stand it any more. I MUST have TEA! she thinks loudly. A bird asks her what tea is,
but Tinwë says she doesn't have the time to explain and runs away to find the crying idol. She thinks she
have seen a hollow piece of wood around there, and anyway she's going to need water for her tea.

When she reaches the ruins she almost run into another deer, who greets her and they start to dance. Tinwë
has lots of fun, but then, after a while, she remembers her hurry and bows hastily to the other deer before she
runs away again. I HAVE TO reach the crying idol before it's too late! she thinks loudly. A toad asks her
why she is in such a hurry, but she says she doesn't have the time to explain to him.

Next, she runs over the bridge, and almost falls into the pond. Then, she runs up the hill with the god statues,
and almost falls over a deer who is worshipping the twin gods. She makes many excuses and she happens to
mention the tea. The other deer looks puzzled and wonders how she is going to make tea if she has no fire.

Tinwë has a jaw drop moment. She hadn't at all thought of that! How is the water going to get hot, if there is
no fire to heat it? And how is a deer going to make a fire? And where do tea plants grow? All she had thought
of was the hollow piece of wood and the water. She had been too stressed to think of anything else.

So the other deer advices her to sit with him by the god statues and wait for them to give some kind of answer.
That's what gods are for, right?




27.8.2010

In the birch wood part of the forest there is a place where Tinwë really likes to go. The grass is always soft
right there, and it's a special sunny spot where there's always a warm ray of sunshine coming down.
And when she sits down there to gaze the clear blue sky and feel the smell of all the flowers around her,
little birds use to sit down on her antlers and sing. Today she fell asleep in that special little sunny spot,
and she had a very strange dream.

She dreamt a butterfly sat down on her muzzle, and turned her really, really small. So she climbed up on
the wings of the butterfly, that seemed huge now, and it flew away carrying her on its back.
Tinwë saw many strange things, and among them she saw an object she hadn't seen ever since she was a human
and lived the life of a tiny doll-faced girl.

The butterfly lands on an absolutely gigantic tea pot made out of brown clay. Tinwë leaves the back of the butterfly,
and as soon as she's no longer touching it she feels she is starting to grow into normal size again. So she
jumps off the tea pot to not break it, and waits to get big again. It does not take long, before she knows it
she is herself again. But there's a difference. Tinwë watches her own hands with surprise. They're hands.
She realizes she's not a deer any more, she's grown back into her human form. But she's no more a little girl.
She is a fully grown woman, which she hasn't even thought of that she'd be by now. Long time of careless roaming
in the forest has passed, and now she has to face it. She is no child, like before.

The tea pot is now of normal size, and Tinwë picks it up to get a closer look. She almost burns herself,
the pot obviously contains hot tea, since it is warm. Tinwë smells it, it is even better than flowers. It is a
long ago smell of honey and herbs. She looks around, and there's a cup. She pours tea in it, it is black tea.
But just as she is going to sip it, there's a sound.

Tinwë gets an abrupt awakening, and is irritatedly looking all around to see what's disrupted her sleep.
She sighs as she realizes it is the song of the birds. Obviously one of them had sat down right next to her ear,
and started to chirp happily. Tinwë frowns and arises. There's no use trying to sleep again. When a dream's gone,
it's simply gone. She had so much wanted to feel the taste of tea again!

But instead she goes to the crying idol and drinks of it's tears, a thirst has come upon her.




26.8.2010

Tinwë is feeling puzzled.

As she roams the forest she stumbles over a mossy log on the ground. She falls down on her butt and sits
there, silently watching the old wood. Slowly her tiny little brain starts working, and a question takes its form.
"Who cut you off, Mr Tree?" she asks softly and tilts her head to the side. Her face has a sad and wondering look.
The tree is not answering, since it is dead. Tinwë rises, circles the log and sees that it clearly has been sawed off.
She spends the rest of the day pondering why trees sometimes get cut off and who does such a thing.

If you meet her today, she will probably ask you if you have ever wondered over that old log.




25.8.2010

Tinwë is in a lucky mood.

As she wakes up this morning, it's really windy, as if a storm is coming.
She blinks with her tired eyes and yawns.
"Oh, good morning Mr Wind," she says.
"Good morning. I am making a storm today, so you better hold on to some branches. It's going to be rough,"
the Wind answers her. Tinwë giggles and starts running around in circles.
"A storm! A storm! Yippee!" she shouts.
"As an artist, I am glad you appreciate my work," the Wind says.
"Hooray!" Tinwë cheers.

After a short conversation Tinwë and the wind starts to play around. He chases her, she makes goofy jumps
and when she's too tired she lies down to watch Mr Wind make the autumn leaves swirl around.
In short, she had a very good day. Or was it just her imagination?




24.8.2010

A toad bothered Tinwë today, so she's feeling rather worried.

She was around the pond (she is a lot around the pond) and got a bit thirsty, so she went down there to
drink some water. But just as she lowered her muzzle to lap the clear water, a loud croak from the below her
snout makes her do a big jump out of fear and surprise. With huge eyes she's looking round until she spots
the cute little brown toad right next to where she was going to drink. They're both startled, the toad probably thought
she'd eat him.

And what do I know, maybe Tinwë is dumb enough to do such a thing, but right now they're both as scared and both
with no reason. The toad is nervously watching her with its bronze coloured eyes and eventually it hops away.
Tinwë is watching carefully all around her before she dares to drink again.
Softly sweeps the wind in the forest.




23.8.2010

Today Tinwë would have restarted the search for her lost father again, if she hadn't forgotten it. Memory isn't
always working with an absent mind. And Oio would have helped her, but he is far away in his own dreams somewhere
deep in the darker part of the forest where Tinwë would never dare to go on her own. For some reason Tinwë
is today singing an old song about a hero who disappeared, perhaps her subconscious is trying to remind her...

She's happy anyway and currently in the birch wood forest, hoping to find someone to jump around in circles with.




22.8.2010

Tinwë wakes up as the warm, golden sunshine reaches her eyes. She stretches, and wanders off to find the
softest grass in the forest. After a while she stops to eat a pine cone. Chewing on the cone, she lifts her head
and discovers someone familiar.

"Oio! It is you!" she shouts, and the crumbs of the pine cone are spattering everywhere. Oio silently watches her
as she starts picking up the crumbs to chew on them a little more.

"Yes, I know", he eventually says. Tinwë is nodding as she continues her clumsy attempt with the cone.

"How are you? I mean, we haven't seen each other for a really long while!" she mumbles with all the food in
her mouth, in a quite piggish way. Oio watches the clouds for a while before he answers.

"You're right, we haven't seen each other ever since you put a spell on me so I turned into a fawn. I still can't
figure out how to undo it," he says softly. Tinwë stops chewing for a while to watch him. He doesn't seem angry.
So I don't need to feel guilt or do excuses and all that, is her simple conclusion.

"Well I don't know either. I don't even know how I did it, so you'll be a fawn forever now", she says with a
laugh. Oio sighs.

"I guess it's pointless to tell you of your own stupidity. But, I do not wish to interfere your... meal. So, I bid
you farewell," he says and attempts to leave, but Tinwë had started to enjoy having a conversation.

"Wait! Don't go! You can have some pine cones too, if you like", she shouts. Oio gives her a look as if she was
a very annoying child, but sits down. Tinwë breathes out in relief, actually she doesn't like being alone too much.

"So what's happened around here lately? Anything exciting going on?" she asks, because if you don't ask
Oio something he most probably won't open his mouth. He smiles, her anxiety to be left alone and her constant
curiosity may sometimes be quite amusing.

"There was this strange guy in brown pelt... he asked if I had seen his doll, but I didn't understand what he
meant. There are no dolls in the forest as far as I know, and a stag of his age normally doesn't play with dolls
anyway," Oio says. Tinwë breathes in deeply, and makes huge eyes.

"What was his name? Did you ask him?" she says as if she'd die if he hadn't. Oio looks a bit puzzled.

"No, why would I?" he says. Tinwë gets up and looks really upset.

"Well you should have! That could have been my father! He's been lost for years now!" she screams.
Oio looks at her with surprise.

"Why would that guy be your dad?" he asks.

"I remember he always called me his tiny doll. A doll that had fallen to him from the stars, a spark from the sky.
My name means spark", Tinwë says with a deep sigh. Oio is silent.
Above them, the branches of the trees rustle with the wind.




21.8.2010

Tinwë is happy today, but a bit tired. She was by the pond wondering over this and that under the willow tree,
when a squirrel started jumping around in front of her, laughing. Tinwë asked him what he laughed about,
a bit puzzled, and he just said: "Come and see! Come and see!"

So she followed the tiny, very excited squirrel as he skipped away into the forest. Her thoughts flying high,
so she almost stepped on him when he suddenly stopped in front of the big huge giant tree. As usual it
was humming and seemed very pleasant today also. The squirrel was jumping up and down from excitement,
and Tinwë did not at all understand.

The squirrel shouted: "Do you see this huge tree? Isn't it the biggest you have ever seen! And I found it!
The biggest tree in the forest! I think no one has ever discovered it before!"

Tinwë did not want to crush his dreams, so she decided to act as she had never seen it before either.
The squirrel was, after all, very small.

"Yes, it is very big. What a discovery! And look... it is hollow!" she said.

The squirrel started running round and round the trunk of the tree, proud that he had seen what no one else
had seen. He went in and out of the branches and holes in it, and after a little while Tinwë got impatient.
She had, of course, expected something a little more interesting.
So she simply told the squirrel she had promised a friend they would meet.

"Tell your friend about the tree! See you later!" the happy squirrel said, and Tinwë wandered away,
happy to not have to be bothered with him any more. Suddenly she understood what others might feel the times
she acted the same childish way, which was often.