"Anyone here?..."
Her voice is but a whisp of air, so paper thin and hopeless. She knows no one is there, no one ever -will- be there. That is how the Twin Gods seem to want her. She's simply a plaything, a puppet, a voodoo doll in a quiet forest. Her head lowers, feet stagger downwards, sinking to the ground with an abruptness that shakes the forest, with a sound that could only be of a deer.
A lone deer in a lone forest.
Listening to the ducks that she never sees, she rests her head on her pelt. Sniff, the scent of the majestic forest calms her crying soul. Sleepy...sleepy...
A click, and she lifts her head up. There. In the pond. A fawn and a stag dance, the ever loudening tune touches her ears. Another stag faces the middle of the pond, where a fawn stands, staring back. Behind a log, a deer masked as a real deer watches the fools dance 'round.
"May I join in?" smiled Anzel, her heart fluttering with newfound hope.
Dancing, dancing, on their hooftips, just dancing. They don't even hear her.
"Hello?"
Dancing, prancing, back and forth, ever dancing.
Anzel approaches, steps slow and shaky. No response. It was just a trick of the Twin Gods.
With a sigh, she stepped near the deer, and began to dance. The tune grew louder, louder still, shaking her heart and putting a smile upon her face. Despite the fact that she couldn't communicate with the fellow deer, it felt nice to dance with other deer.
After a time, her legs tired of dancing, and she trotted over to the masked deer behind the log, next to the dragonflies.
"Good dancings, friend deer," she spoke, bowing politely, "I hope I can one day meet you."