October 12, 2009 - 3:10pm — Seed
I awoke in the great oak, with a fawn sitting nearbye. I elected to play with him and another fawn that appeared for a moment. The first fawn and I bounced our way out from the oak when Tally came by and elected to join us. She seemed to be in good spirits, which is a little surprising, considering what I've heard about her emotionally tangled social life -- I'm happy to see she can put those worries in the back of her mind and enjoy herself for a while. It's a very special gift, ad one I've worked very hard to master. For while we sprang about, I couldn't help but notice something that drew my attention away...
Pepokeen. It's been a long time since I saw him last, and a long time since I felt real kinship with him -- But I would still think of him fondly, and I decided that I would like to rekindle that old connection with him. As I left them, though, I did hope that they'd follow. They didn't, and so I must only hope it didn't seem too offensive. I joined Pepokeen with another fawn, and we played and danced until the fawn flickered off. The sunlight fell on us like a bright blanket -- compared to the golden radiance, the bare nibs of my cold candles couldn't compare, casting no creditable coruscation, I though it was best to replace them. And as Pepokeen's antlers were bare, I led him to a flower patch and asked him to replace them for me with the tender blessings of flowers soaking in the sun. As he gave them to me, a fawn arrived and gave me its own flowers, creating a double-thick layer of the tissuey purple blossoms over the candles. I thanked the fawn, and in return, Pepokeen and I cast a few antler spells on it, provided by a nearby pine. I normally am not so fond of magic for magic's sake, but when it's for a fawn, I get a glimpse of how wonderous the world is through their eyes. After that, we went running and bouncing around in great circles, until the time came that I had to go. It was very nice, seeing Pepokeen again.
Later, I heard in the trees the whispering that the haloween magic had arisen once more, and I woke with a start to see deer dressed that way. I imagined myself in the crying mask and found the idea, as a costume, amusing. It took me some time to find a mask-casting companion: in the end, Queze came up and we began working. People came, and people went, and still no mask. It felt like an eternity, and the sheer monotony and wild, flashing chaos of the masks began to frustrate me, and so I called it a day.
