Amadahy

She'd seen it, just laying there, abandoned. White, perfectly rounded and oval...covered in mud. That wasn't right, was it? Not if that was what she thought it was.

Amadahy blinked at the azure waters, making sure of what she saw. It couldn't be. Not his...
His.
She'd heard the rumors...chosen not to believe them. It couldn't happen, not to him.
It did.
The mask was undeniable proof, sitting abandoned at the bottom of the pond, like a child's abandoned toy. So far down...
Maybe she could reach it. Maybe when she did, she'd see that it wasn't his. It'd just be another abandoned mask. Not Furfur's.

The doe stood at the edge of the pond, readying herself to jump. She would swim to the bottom, dredge up whatever was there. She would grasp it, pull it to the surface, find that it wasn't his.

She jumped.

The water parted in little ripples around the small doe, sealing her beneath its clear surface. Ama dove, deeper down, searching through the disturbed mud floating in the water.
There.
Suddenly, the water was choking, pulling her down.
Drowning...
Just inches before the mask. Only inches.
She propelled herself upwards, bursting the surface and landing face-first on the bank, breathing heavily. Slowly, she stood, covered in mud, and turned to face the pond again.
It was his.

[Alec & Kita: Hope you don't mind that she tried to retrieve the mask. >.<]