There she was. Sitting on the hill again, in the middle of nowhere it seemed.
The rain, a constant wave of cold with the occasional gust around her. The grass bowed on the hill, and seemed to point to a pale lump about twenty paces away.
There, in the mist was a fawn, sleepng. Alone, and exposed.
Immediatly, with her candles, a lantern unto her hooves; she trotted over to the sleeping dear.
She sat, feeling it's heartbeat and breath against her furry chest.
She knew this was what she would do.
She knew this was going to be her life.
She, was going to bring light to the forest.
Like the candles light casting upon the fawn at her chest.
Please ignore Mystress' pelt...XD
Thats soo pretty! ~
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Thank You Emvia! Proud
Proud Founder of The Lightbringers
Aww, this was so sweet and
Is this, pretty much, what started the Lightbringers?
The story was supposed to be
Proud Founder of The Lightbringers