Last night, I ran into Rowan, and we decided to go matchy.
I actually quite liked the way the peacock feathers felt, laying softly against my neck. But I don’t know; I’d love to hear the opinion of you other deer. Since I obviously can’t see myself, which looks better? Oh, I’m being vain. I’m sure no one really cares which antlers I wear. Maybe I’ll just stick with the peacock feathers. I’ve been wearing them ever since running into her last night, but I still have the doe antlers available, just in case.
This morning, I awoke to find the phantom nearby. I ran to him, hoping he wouldn’t be frightened away by my, erm, new shape. Much to my relief, he was quite happy to see me. Our greeting was warm and affectionate; and I couldn’t help but marvel at how far we have come. It seems like only yesterday that I was watching him peek at me from behind a tree, not daring to get too close. Has it really been that long, since I first got close enough to touch him, tip-toeing tentatively toward him until I was close enough to reach out and nuzzle him? And now, here we are. I’m no longer a fawn, and he has come a long way from the deer I used to know.
It wasn’t long before Seth showed up, as well. I was overjoyed to see him, and he seemed surprised to see me. It took me a moment to remember my antlers; that the last time he saw me, I wasn’t quite as… colorful. Rowan was around, as well. Though she didn’t stick to our little group, I did hear her bounding by, every once in a while. She’s such a playful doe – she’s a good friend to have.
