Long time since i've posted a new blog, but anyway, i've got more problems.

Anyone got a problem with their password?
If I log out and log in again, it tells me my password is wrong. I go through the email thing and resetting it...make sure i've got the right password. Then I log out and try to log in again, and it's apparently wrong. So everytime I log out, I have to use the password reset.

Is there any way to fix this?

I just wanted to check on everything in forest, so when my doe Lani woke up, she noticed a few deer resting and playing on the rocks at the playground.

There was two deer and a fawn laying down on a rock. The fawn was wearing poppies and managed to keep the Kirin pelt somehow?

There was a peacock pelted deer with the skull mask laying on the ground, and there was a stag and a doe playing together nearby. But this part is really weird..

There was a naked deer.. yeah a naked deer. But he had Lani's pictogram! It's a little different though, since people see my pictogram differently, but this deer had the same pictogram that other deer see me as! (My pictogram is a circle just above a little "hill" with a line above it, with two lines going straight down my whole picto from the line at the top, but others see me without the two lines)

It wasn't moving, it was just standing there. I kept on doing the surprised look but it didn't do anything. Only the peacock deer stood up and laughed. This is it:

Funny. I never thought I'd like pressure washing as much as I did.

I ended up working all this week, at the same garden center that I've worked at for the last...cripes, 3 years maybe?

This little chore I had was simple, but I never thought it'd make my mind race as quickly as it did.

"Hey Brittany, can you do me a favour? If I give you the pressure washer, can you wash off the stones that we just put in under the fence line?"

"Sure thing, it's no problem."

These stones were small, and were neatly set up under the fence in the front, where the shrubs and small trees are kept. After I figured out the pressure washer and everything, I turned it on, and proceeded to wash off the stones.

I was blown away.

Under these plain, sandy brown stones, was a hue of colour; orange, pinks, whites and blues, all assorted stone.

A single fact elated me.

The fact that with a flick of my wrist, a blast of water, I could turn something so plain, so lifeless, into something of colour, of life...I suddenly found myself enjoying the chore even more. So much more, in fact, that I even pressure washed the stones that had found themselves scattered in the driveway.

And yet, there was something else I noticed...something that I should have noticed over the course of my 19 years of aimless wandering on this Earth...have you ever noticed that when the sky is a grey blue, preparing for the storm...the grass and plants seem more colourful, more...filled with vibrancy?

There is a certain beauty here. The way the grass lights up when the sky is no longer happy, ready to weep...the grass, the plants...they are opportunists, waiting for the right time to show their true colours, their true beauty. Sure, it seems a bit cruel waiting for such, and yet ignorance, in this case, is certainly bliss.

7:30pm.

Driving on the highway towards my sister's. The sky is still a grey blue, ready to open up at any moment.

La is a new little fawn. Having woke up in a strange world there are many things that both awe and frighten her.

She has a fondness for the purple flowers already and has found the feeling of safety in the yellow and pink grasses in the birch forest.

She shy's away from deer now, being that from the word 'go' she has had only scary encounters with them. Slowly however she is venturing out and slowly trying to reach out into the world around her.

But for now the brown and silver fawn isn't truly ready to be among many of her kind.

My laptop is back from the shop- Charlie is in the forest!
Anyone free to play? She's by the ruin, with an elk mask and nekkid, if anyone could spare her pelts that'd be great.

même si il faudra du temps,
je t'aiderai a faire face au vent
même si il faudra du temps,
je t'aiderai a regarder vers l'horizon
et dans les étoiles a trouver les réponses

je serais toujours là pour toi et rien ne changera

"Friend's Forever"

My eyes blinked; the light streaming in blinding me for moments. I gazed out with blurred vision that soon cleared, to look on a world I did not know.

I was in awe and wonder at the new sights, smells and sounds. I gazed out; beyond the trees, seeing what I could. I had wish to see more, but my legs, they didn't seem to want to move. I struggled with them; to move them under me. So wobbly they were; I stumbled a few times before they started to hold. Now I was free to set forth into this new place.

I heard the sounds of encroaching beats as one like me nearly ran me down. Not even a look; not one glace to say that they even saw me, nearly mowed me over. Shaken now; the wonder losing grace over my heart.

I walked more tentatively now; watching around me; my ears flicking about with speed. As I looked I saw something stand out of the greens and browns around; Black and white fur bundled up, sleeping. I slowing crept up to it not knowing what would happen. Closer still I came, but not a move did it make. Sniffing at the air around it I felt it was best to just leave it be; don't want to make a mistake.

Turning away I was startled to see a little one like me, sleeping in a bundle near a stream; I was so tunneled on the black and white one that I had lost sense around me it seemed. Sounds drew my attention from the sleeping one to a field across the stream; others running, jumping, prancing about. Part of me wished to get closer; see them up close; join in play, but as I neared fear took hold as one rushed past me from behind. The only think I could think was run, run as fast as you can; and so I did.

I ran past them, dodging as a few crossed over my path. It almost seemed like they wanted to run me over. Fear was the only thing I knew then; pure fear that gripped my heart; a heart that felt like it was trying to beat right out of my chest. My new legs ached, not having enough time to adapt to such movement and yet I still ran.

Instinct told me to find cover; I looked for a place to hide, but everywhere I ran there seemed to be others there. My legs were weakening with every fall and rise; I needed to find haven soon.

Colors of yellow and pink came to view; thick, tall grasses; seemed like a place that I could blend into easily. By that time I didn't really care; it looked safe; there was no one there but the birds that fluttered about overhead.

I collapsed.
Safe, for now... I hoped.

So warm...
how pleasant...

wait...

what was burning?

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