September 13, 2013 - 1:07am — Seed
[=darkgreen]I found Complex today on the playground rocks, dancing with fawns. After a bit, the fawns dispersed and Complex sat down for a little rest. I watched the birds fly and we caught up on news -- I told her, blushing nervously, about Sage's return. She told me about her plans to enter the rut this year.
Well. That one got my attention. I...I'm not sure how I feel about this. She's my only daughter, my precious girl...While I admit she's certainly old enough for...that kind of attention... I'm not sure, all the same, I want her to be safe, and... Well...There's been things that have happened during this time of year that...aren't safe. Still, I can't stop her. It'd be wrong to.
What I decided on, at least tentatively, is that I'd be watching this year, to keep an eye on those intending to herd her up, to try and sniff out any ill or untoward intentions.
... Still, I felt uneasily. This sort of thing is all alien to me. The movements of does and the warring of stags all songs in a foreign language, graceful and meaningless to me as the splay of stars. I may just be being paranoid, and hurting her chances to make some real friends here, too. I know she doesn't have a lot of company she keeps.
If she understood my paternal worries from my expression, she didn't let on: instead, it was time to up and dance away. Quite a lot of dancing, and quite a lot of 'away,' too. We spent the day on the move:
From the rocks to the pondside, from the pond's shore to a little group, with some deer I have not met; White Veil, one of them was called, but I couldn't catch the other name clearly.
From the group to the idol, from the idol to the tiniest fawn, by the side of a tree, Dimitri. From there to Lats'vel and his companion, whose name I didn't know (they eyed us uneasily, not sure how to respond.
