((Sorry for bumping... fixed a couple things))
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Rain... Oh, rain...
The coolness and calm of it washed over me, helping to hide the thoughts of... never mind.
I lay there, my eyes closed, simply enjoying the wet drops sliding down my face and body. I did not really want to wake and stand... I was so tired, both mentally and physically, for I had been running far too much lately, and... never mind.
Something, oh, something is horribly wrong... Please, rain, keep it away...
Even when the fawn approached and lay by me, I took no heed and lay there still.
Perhaps it was comforting to have the young little fawn, innocent and pure, sit by my side.
Alas, soon it trotted off...
Sighing, I heaved myself up, slipping on the wet grass. I listened for any deer of interest - and found miss Cirrus upon the Bridge, alone with tears on her face...
Why do you cry, miss? The sky joins you as you sit alone...
I heard the voices from a group by the Pond...
Wudiin, the White Hart, the Stag of the Moon, dead, gone forever. It was shocking... I had met him only once, but he had been kind to me, and he had held a great story upon his tines. Another death... What was happening to this Forest of ours?...
Rest in Peace, White Hart... I thought with sorrow as I gazed at the shimmering Pond... and I turned back to miss Cirrus.
Art thou... art thou lonely?...
All alone she was, and I hated to see one alone. I know loneliness, and it is one of the worst pains...
