Bump'd.
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[i][=#A880D0]Hum.
I am getting used to this blurred forest... Really, it is quite pretty. Everything soft and bright and unfocused, like a dream, or like a memory. Or a painting of a memory. A good memory, mind.
Things are not so bad when I think about them. Walking in a painting? Why, it sounds like a faerytale.
And the water! Why, but I will always say that I am blessed to have such clean water close by. Indeed, I have never tasted such sweet clean water. There was no water as nice as this, even before the floods!
Hum... Perhaps those two gods, sitting atop that hill, always keep the water clean.
The only problem with my vision, I discover, is the difficulty of recognizing other deer... Now I must rely on my ears and nose than my eyes. Hum. A pity. I hope the others do not mind my silliness, bowing in slightly different directions than where the deer actually are...
At least the trees and rocks are nothing to worry about; I can simply walk through them. Lovely!
Hum! I smell a certain scaly, long-tailed stag! Oh, it will be good to see Queze again, it will. I run as fast as I can towards them, for another doe seems to be with him by the smells of it.
Wait...
But... That is not Queze! The scent... is different... all of a sudden. Hum, I am confused! Are my eyes playing tricks on me? But I was sure... I scented Queze...
Greatly disappointed, I stumble away, wondering what exactly had happened.