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Color code:
Black = Unimportant characters, NPCs
Y Green = Dannie's Speech
Crimson = Fawns
Coral = The elder stag
Salmon = The ignorant doe
Snow = Dannie's Friend, Jordyn

The rain came down in thick sheets of white, blinding her as she struggled through thick mud that caked her body, and mangled her fur. The doe groaned, as flies began to buzz around her eyes, trying to crawl under the skull mask that covered her face. This rain was getting irritating, and mud was caking her whole body. Her peacock feathers were stiff from the slimy dirt covering up the beautiful green fan. Mud made her dark brown pelt look darker, casting an illusion that from far away, she was possibly an all black colour. The mud rubbed into her haunches, and inched up her neck, which brought flies around. She was standing every second to shake the bugs away, but they came buzzing back, bold and ready to pester her again. Giving up, she began to bound towards the river, and leaped in, feeling the magic surge through her body, turning her into a beautiful Koi fish. She bobbed up to the top of the water, then began to swim to the shore. Crawling out, her feathers began to spring up again, free of mud, and her fur glistened with water. She gave a tender shake, sending droplets everywhere.

Trotting off, she was careful to avoid mud puddles. The rain was still coming down in a heavy blaze though, with wind whipping at her body, with the rain feeling like shards of glass piercing her skin. The rain was like hail, and the storm clouds thundered above, only to cast more water down. Drenched, Dannie growled and ran off to the Big Oak. A group of deer were seated around in the tendrils of the tree, some huddling for warmth, and others looking out of the safety of the tree. Dannie crawled in awkwardly, and said down. She gave a sigh, and listened to the hard pounding of rain on the wood.

I wonder if the tree will be blown down . . .

She gave it thought, and cowered. Her feathers pressed hard against her back, which tickled. With a shake of the head, and reassurance that this tree has stood through hazardous snowstorms, and dangerous thunderstorms. Suddenly, the sky flashed brightly, and a loud crack split the sky. The group of deer gasped, and the ones that dozed jolted awake, alert. "It's OK, just the thunder." a stag bellowed, looking out, seeing that the rain came down harder. "I hope so. . ." Dannie snorted, sighing heavily. The stag glanced back at her, then huffed. "Would anyone like to hear some stories?" a voice rasped, scratchy and old. "Us! Us! Tell us!" fawns begged, jumping up and rearing happily. Dannie smiled, and joined into the circle that the fawns had formed. The elder stag began, inhaling deeply. "It started a long time ago, when the trees were tall and tough, and the sun poured through the leaves, casting dancing shadows along the meadows, and the brooks and streams gurgled, happy and always flowing with life this forest was, but somedays, some deer say balderdash. "This world is changing! The rivers are slower, the trees older." I say poppycock!" the stag paused to laugh, and the fawns glanced at eachother, "Why, these trees are as old as time. . . but they're not falling. Anyways, they say in those times, that there were no deer, no other creatures, just the land. . . and that one day. . ." his words faded as Dannie dozed off.