.....:When I awoke, the mist was curling around my antlers and making my coat shiver with a light cold. As I drowsily lifted my eyelids, I managed to shake a sort of state of well...where I was exactly. Then, it seems that almost instantly, I noticed a familiar body laying nearby. With ease I jumped to my hooves, shaking off the sleepiness still holding itself in my fur. "Miss...Poltergeist..." I whispered, afraid I spoke too loud. Soon, I layed near the tree where she was dozing, but before I knew it, she awoke with such a start that it shocked me. I laughed at the movement, nonetheless, and her want to awake with such a start. I nuzzled Miss Poltgeist, grinning sheepishly as we hopped around near the Twin Gods and the Pond, racing amidst the fog.


.....:Something though, I'm afraid, caught my eye...and I bolted with great energy. Other deer? But if only it was for a little longer... When I turned to face Miss Poltergeist against, though, she seemed so...I'm not sure...alone in such a group of deer? Or perhaps, I was reading things wrong? Finally, I worked up the courage to return, in which I introduced myself to the others with a few quick bows.


.....:After awhile, Miss Poltergeist did something in which I was quite amazed to see; she was walking across the pond! I held my mouth agape, surely looking like a complete idiot, but I was truly mesmerized. How on earth was such a doe pulling off this stunt? I shook my head, catching sight of the other deers which were now in company.


.....:Soon, we were all wandering towards this body of water, tempting the glass with it's...spell erasing....type magic which it holds. Truly, I hope to study this more, and pelts don't wash away with the rain...and yet rain seems to be the same form of matter as the pond. This forest is truly astounding, to say the least....and it always reminds me that I truly need to study it further.


.....:After returning towards a more shallow bank of the pond, I noticed another familiar pictogram looming nearby. Miss....oh goodness...I still didn't even know the doe's name. Although, I was pleasantly surprised to see she hadn't a mask on, so at least now I might be able to memorize it's shape so that I could remember it in the future. We soon, as a group, began running, eventually ariving at the playground with Miss Poltergeist, the doe, and the other skeleton company not far behind.


.....:I'm sure my laughter carried itself throughout the fog, as the Doe, Miss Poltergeist, and I seemed to be 'falling' off of the large stones which sit amidst the birch forest. It was quite a sight, one must understand, to see three deer nearly stumbling off the rocks. Soon though, I could feel an awkward social unease creeping through my body. I was nearly shaking by the time I bolted, unsure of what I could ensue to keep the two does entertained in my company.


.....:I ran, but the two does followed. My head was nodding as I ran, and I could feel my legs buck out behind my as a ran with such ill-grace. I knew that perhaps, if I ran, it would calm me down, as it normally did. However, such wasn't the case, as the unease that I was feeling was trailing not far behind. Finally, I stuttered to a stop, my body barely blending with the fog. I could feel water dripping from my eyes. I blinked, raising my head from the slump it was in with such force, the water glued to my face flew into the surrounding mist. No. Now was no time for that. I turned, my glance facing the does in which were in my company.With reluctance, I turned my body towards them, trying my best to uphold a strong posture, trying to hide my nervous mind.


.....:With reluctance, I approached Miss Poltergeist, my head lowered quickly from such it's normally proud state. "I am a fool...Miss..." My breath stuttered. "Thank you for not forgetting." I nuzzled the doe, before turning to the other not far off.


.....:I walked towards the doe with the white underbelly and feathered antlers. "My apologies for bolting...Miss..." I paused, my legs shaking. "I'm not one to make you run so fast to follow. Please forgive me." She nodded, but the shaking in my legs didn't cease. I gave her a quick nuzzle, before falling drowsy, giving into sleep.


.....:When I awoke, the fog still held it's grip on the forest, carefully glued to it's hilly surface. My ears pricked, a familiar pattern of hoofbeats. When I stood from my slumber, I gave into quick chase to the sound, finally stumbling upon the intented target. I took note of the lit candle antlers not far off in the deep fog, in which I came into wondering if he could see me cloaked with the same color of the fog. He did, and I grinned. "Sir!" I choked out, running forward.


.....:"You'll have to excuse me for my rudeness before, as I clearly didn't regonize you." I spoke as he grew nearer, and almost out of my control, I nuzzled the stag. "You have obviously grown since I last saw you long ago." I continued, in which he nodded and added in a reply. "You have a fine set of antlers, I do agree. However, the fog holds much, if many dangerous things...sir. Wolves, sir. I trust you to protect the deer which are near you now...? With such fine antlers..." I cut myself off, knowing I was probably speaking far too long. How rude of me, infact, to induce that the deer should take on this responsibility.


......:He seemed to understand however, in which the stag proceeded to wander back in the group of deer, continuing to interact with them. However, I had a feeling that he was now a bit more aware of the fog's secrets, as every time a wolf howled, I noticed a slight change in his interactions.


......:I returned occasionally, here and there, as I wandered throughout the fog blindly. I wasn't unsure of his capibilities as a buck, but I felt as if checking in on him gave the butterflies stirring in my stomach a bit of a rest. Almost like...I had watched a fawn of my own grow up and start wandering amongst the adults. Oh, but how silly is that of me to think...such a....stupid...silly...............thought.........


......:When I realized my drowsieness was creeping through my tired body, I was quick to return to say goodbye to the stag. He told me his name, in which I was thrilled to hear. Now I could match a pictogram with a name, a physical voiced sound in which I could remember. "Until I see you agian, Sir Rajan." I ran off, quickly falling asleep.


......:The next few days were sunny, in which I was glad to enjoy. I managed to shake the ill-stench from my fur which the fog had given with a quick bath in the pond. I was sure to add a few bits of ground cinnamon seed here or there, to make sure I wasn't too hasty. As I found myself wandering once more, I stumbled upon a slight fawn which took my interest. It was quite dainty, surely, with a small crown of flowers sitting where it's antlers would someday grow.


......:After waking up from another night of sleep, I arose to a loud rumble, probably coming from a cloud above which was distained at the amount of water it collected. I shook my body, dispersing the droplets which had collected on my fur. I ran towards the birch forest, hoping to find shelter beneath one of the larger trees.


.....:I stumbled upon a doe, with brown fur and a shining, golden mask. She was quite playful, I was assured, as she gave me a nuzzle and ran away. I laughed, and just couldn't hold in the grin on my expression. We played for awhile, before saying our goodbyes and parting ways.


......:In my wanderings, however, I noticed a bright, white stag that seemed to always be in my far-off vision. I'm not sure why, but it must have been their white coat which caught my eye so securely. I guess...this was what it was like seeing a deer so similiar to me wander about the forest grounds. It was truly a moment I'll never forget, surely.


.....:When I awoke a few days later, I ran into the doe with feathered antlers once more. I was saddened when I noticed her mask once more placed, and a much more dreary type of pelt carressing her body. Yet, I tried to not allow that to cloud my vision, even if the fog was particularily consistant. We soon found ourselves dancing, in which I enjoyed quite so. She seemed to enjoy the action, so I often found myself dancing along with the doe.


.....:Later on during the day, I ran into Miss Poltergest once again. I guess, it was qutie a funny thing trying to find her. She seemed to blend in so well in the dark while my silver body stuck out against the dark stone like...well...the moon to the night sky. We played gracefully atop the playground rocks, laughing as the soon-to-be storm raged across the landscape.


.....:As always, my body grew drowsy quickly, and I turned to nuzzle her before falling asleep. "Thank you for allowing my company Miss Poltergest," I whispered into her ear. "Until we meet again." I bowed deeply, and then fell asleep.


......:I was shocked when I awoke to find large, strange objects scattering the landscape as a storm thundered down on my body. I swiftly found cover beneath one, inspecting it's contents as I shook the water from my body. What would one call these? They certainly weren't trees...they didn't seem to have branches scattered from it's base. I tapped the stalk, shocked to find my antler sinking in the base quite a bit. I pulled my antler out, and tested it again on the top disk which sat on the stalk. The effect was the same. Hm...so it was quite...well...squishy....yet...it seemed to leave plenty of room from the storm. I blinked in my thoughts rapidly. Soon, I came to a conclusion. They were quite mushy, after all, and there was plenty of room beneath them. "Mushroom." I concluded aloud, before wandering towards the birch forest.


.....:I sat atop a hill, only to notice a doe reluctantly stepping from the insie of a birch tree. I stood, shocked. How was that possible? I approached, but she was quick to notice and eagerly retreated back into the tree. I sighed, before sitting down, trying to see if she may come forth one more time. After a few appearences, she stayed within her hideout. I bowed many times as I made my departure. I do believe she was a mgical doe of the trees...or something of the sort.


......:Not much of the while later, I stumbled upon Sir Rajan once again. We chuckled and laughed as we were in eachother's company again. "Ah, Sir Rajan, it's nice to see you without fog clouding my sight!" He grinned, and we soon found ourselves shaking the water from the storm beneath a mushroom.


......:We chatted for awhile, before I found it best I be taking off. I still haven't quite broken my anti-social habits as of late, which I will surely work on. With a few bows, I ran, leaving into slumber as the rain pattered past the mushroom which I slept beneath.


......:However, today, I wandered even more than usual, sitting beneath various mushrooms for temporary shelter. The rain was incredibly consistant, but I was glad I wasn't within sights of company. I must've looken horrendous with the amount of water clinging to my fur. Finally, I found a fine spot to sleep beneath, with an intrigueing pattern of mushrooms. There was a larger one, with the tiniest one laying right beneath it.

.....it kept me particularily sheltered....

I still think how funny it is, to see Miss Poltergest blend in so well with the landscape. Yet I blend in with the fog.