When I woke up, I was greeted by two rather no-gooder fawns, who evidently found it entertaining to see a little blind fawn cower in fear, because she has no idea if their taunts and teases are serious, or in good fun. Given my experience, I take all threats seriously -- and when someone lowers their antlers at me, I take offense. Thus, when these two fawns continued to lower their antlers, tease, and rear at me, I began to feel quite fearful. Where was the phantom when I needed him? I stayed where I was for a while, hoping the fawns would grow bored of their cruel games, and run off. They did, and I split.
Eventually, I found the phantom. We collided into each other by accident -- he running full speed toward me, and I running full speed toward him. It was a rather curious and silly moment. We ran about in our usual way, taking rests often.
At one point, he took me to the stream, where we drank. Then I spotted Quamar, sleeping on the bridge. I ran over to say hello, but he didn't stir. That's when I saw Seth! I was so excited to see him, I galloped over and gave him a heartfelt nuzzle, letting him know how happy I was to see him. The phantom hung back, watching as we kicked up our heels in glee. If there's one deer who can always brighten my day, it's Seth.
After a while, I tried to introduce Seth to the phantom. The phantom, however, would hear nothing of the matter, and refused to come near Seth. Discouraged and saddened that my two favorite stags would have nothing to do with each other, I resorted to bouncing back and forth between one and the other. I'd stick by Seth, playing and laughing, and then run off to accompany the phantom in his silent, watchful ways. It went on like this for a while -- Seth and I tried to get him to come closer, and join us. He never did.