[=#006400] I awoke to a nearly empty forest. 21 and another deer were either helping echother find a pelt or they were playing with magic. I kind of didn't feel in the mood to play for long, so I went to where I saw Lemon sleeping.

There was another stag there, sitting next to her. I sat on the other side of the sleeping fawn from him, but he got up and left. After Lemon vanished, her friend came walking by. I walked over to him, and he started running. I like to run -- love to run -- so I ran, too. It occoured to me, after a time, that no matter how nicely I bowed the few moments I caught up to him, he did nothing to acknowledge me but start running again. Perhaps he was just a shy deer, or maybe he thought I was mean: I don't know. I don't think I did anything to offend him. After a few loops, with me realizing he may be taking me enjoying my favorite hobby as something agressive, I was in quite the foul mood. So I stopped, and went to do all of my usual "miserable and lonely" customs.
I got a drink. I had a snack. I had some more snacks. I went to my favorite thinking rock, sneezed off my flowers, and let the birds land on my bare antlers, their little claws clutching and pinching, the sounds of their lives soothing my soul. I fell asleep like that.


