A small journal for Pavils. They'll likely have different titles every time~

"I know how slow my steps are compared to his. The stag that walks beside me. His fur is blinding, fur the colour of the full moon's light, but when I turn to leave him, he herds me back again.

Seldom do I find myself with the willpower to put up any sort of struggle.
My head hangs, as if inspecting the grass I step upon, long blades jutting from the ground, like teeth. Maybe someday the forest will fold over on itself, and devour everyone within' it.

Maybe I'm merely letting my mind creep off where it shouldn't again.

My antlers are bigger than his.
Bigger, but not as sharp.

like the fangs of some great monster. I seem to have some fascination with things eating me don't I?

His shoulder bumps mine, and my head turns up. I don't glare or smile, I know how I look, the perfect image of neutrality. What had he said his name was?

"you do not talk much, da?"

my eyes widen, I can feel it, nothing anyone else would take note of though.

my muzzle moves to form a reply, try to mould my own tongue around the strange words that I can barely make out, I can speak even less.

"ne, Es gribetu kluset"

The stag's eyes widen. He doesn't try to hide it, I wonder why...

"Jus esat Latvijas! tapat maz Talsi!"

I don't know what he means. Of course 'like Talsi'. Talsi is a latvian city.

He's so strange, I long to run away. But my legs won't obey me, the continued trodding steps that bring me forward at his side continue.

I am glad when his ears perk, and he bounds off wordlessly, leaving me to sink to my knees beside the river.

Saint. That was his name. Saint. He was no Saint.

My eyes at last allowed to slip closed.

The smell of flowers soon awakens me, as well as the feeling of something fluffy at my side.
I cast my eyes down.

A fawn, she reminds me of fairy floss, I almost want to lean down and lick her fur to see if it will dissolve into a sugary sweet mess. But I don't, it wouldn't be very polite.

I'm grateful for her company actually. She doesn't remind me of most children, not so bouncy, full of energy. But able to control it, it's pleasant to simply sit at last.

My head falls to my front limbs, and at last the sound of water and scent of flowers lulls me into sleep.

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Latvian sentences in order of appearance.

"no, I prefer silence"

"you are Latvian! like little Talsi!"

First bit with Saint based heavily off an RP between me and Van'~