Phai's ears tilt towards the fawn, a slightly lopsided smile crossing her muzzle. "Time heals, little one, though it does not erase... I would not be entirely surprised if we had met. This place is often quite strange."
With a slight shift, the doe adjusts herself so that she can focus on Eraline. A chuckle shakes her sides gently. "I certainly hope you are; resilience is rather necessary here, I've found." Curiosity gets the best of her, though, and she has to ask, "Do you remember much before the Forest?"


[Edit: I CLAIM THIS PAGE IN THE NAME OF PANCAKES.]

The doe's brow lifts. Two legs? "Perhaps, for now, it is a good thing not to remember it all. You can enjoy being young that way. It was quite some time before I began to recall things properly as well, and fawnhood certainly wouldn't have been the same had it been sooner. A shame your dreams are unpleasant, though..."
Phai gets up to stretch for a moment, peering off into the trees. "Speaking of dreams... It's getting late." She reaches down to brush her muzzle across Eraline's head, careful of the poppies. "I hope your dreams tonight are better, little one." She'd wait a moment for any reply, then depart.

[Movie's over and boyfriend won't leave me alone long enough for me to type xD Gonna head to bed.]

That is her yes...which means THAT beautiful creature sitting in the flower patch is Ysrael, yay! I've finally glimpsed Ys.

Yeah, I love Bjork, and for some reason her music seems to fit Eraline's personality best, so it is always on my mind when I play her.

I look forward to it! I've admired Ysrael from 'afar' for quite some time now; if they meet someday that would be awesome. :3

Eraline, you grew up too fast *weeps* ;.; Also, why is your adult concept so amazing?!
Don't mind me if I seem distracted, I have some pretty awesome lag right now, which made me awesomely frustrated trying to help you earlier with all those fawns around.

Good lawd, sorry, I had to close it because of the lag and suddenly getting distracted. When I had my game up it was still the whole night time effect, but I had it up for a while before I found you so I dunno if it is anymore.

Thanks Shi. My little lady always has a very good time with Darcy.

I met you yesterday. I was the stag with skull mask and secretary bird pelt.

Yes. It was he. We met earlier too there where were Geo and Tieff.

Ah yes, I remember. :} I'll keep an eye out for your guy again!

Krystal - no I just give up. I got it back the long hard way and then as soon as I got back, same deer pelt spelled me again. So, naked's just the way to go right now.

It's fine this way for now; thanks though. I'll just go through the process all over again later - when I'm not so annoyed. *sits in corner, pouty face*

Oh I just love her design! D: <3

My Kun was staring and going all OMG when Eraline was getting her set. (And yeah, this was really important to know, everything which includes Kun is important, trololol.)

XD I don't mind at all, totally fine. I figured it was something like that anyway.

lmfao god damnit. uuugh. XD I knew it was something ridiculous. Yeah strat just keeps walking in place for me. Ugh. I guess I'll try reconnecting...might take me a while.

Yeah that's on purpose - she'll be back to her regular face eventually.

I just wanted to stop by to say it was nice to meet you. Kumiko was the doe with the magpie pelt that was playing with Eraline and Darcy. He had told her a bit about her before, and was glad to finally put a face to the name.

I thought so. I know the name sounded familiar and I had seen the pictogram before, but I wasn't sure if they had met in-game or if I was just familiar with the character on the community site.

Nonetheless, it is nice to actually spend time with her.

Oh Era, you are such a darling... haha to explain Nightmare was coming for a drink but wasn't going to approach with tiny doe going RAWR! at him haha XD The Gasping/Sad etc. was him coughing severely and shaking his head afterwards was to clean off the blood of his that came up (Due to the massive amount of internal injuries he's suffering from) XD

Normally he'd push by her, but he didn't want to get further beaten or collapse on her when he was walking by to get to the water.

Whoops! Yeah I couldn't check the picto at the time so I just thought it was Kumiko, but glitched? XD XD So sorry! How embarrassing.


As far as the incident with Eraline goes - she was just doing what she thought was right; even though she saw how badly injured Nightmare was she didn't want to let her guard down. She feels bad about it now after seeing both D and Night together looking so miserable.

I know ;-;

She's had a rough time of it lately and it's only bound to get worse. Womp.

Also, Krystal you bully~!

♥

While Bishop had been off with Henna, Eraline had taken refuge at her favorite spot near the crying idol, right at the edge of the stream bank so that she can feel the mist on her face. She had come to this very spot often as a fawn during her more lonely days, which she remembers vividly even now, if she makes the effort to. But there had also been good memories, most of which involving her beloved Henna, Jokerman, her father...

Now she watches the carved stone spill its tears into the narrow cavity of the earth and wonders where the time has gone. It all feels so long ago. She is so lost in her thoughts that the feeling of Bishop's body pressed against hers startles her. She had not expected him to return to her; at most, she had expected a polite goodbye before he left her to join the other bucks and stags in the feverish game that had taken hold of the forest. I guess it still stings a little, the way you left that day.

The thought is banished by his gentle affection, her ear twitching delightedly in response. She turns her head and leans toward him until she is close enough to brush her nose against the part of his head that isn't masked. She imagines what his real face must feel like behind all that decoration. "Mm. It's been...crazy, hasn't it? I suppose I'm alright, regardless. Just a bit tired." Eraline offers him a small. "I'm happy you're here with me. But what about you? Are you alright? You endured a lot today."

She watches the expressions flicker in his eyes, notes whatever subtle changes in his muscles she can feel. That tension. It makes her wonder. So she listens, quietly, her eyes soft upon his own and her face growing warm at the extended contact. It almost feels as if he is seeing into a part of her that can't be reached from the outside. She breaks it only when her stomach tightens with embarrassment, lets her gaze fall to the poppy patch nearby as his response rings in her ears, fresh and somewhat alarming.

Eraline looks to him again, but this time her brows are tight with concern. "Why would you think that?" She cannot find a reason why he would think her unavailable - the desperation inherent in that admission slightly discomforting.

Bishop inhaled sharply, released from her eyes' hold, and internally shook himself off. The reprieve was short-lived, however, and he found himself caught up once again, only this time, there was intensity behind her eyes. He felt shaken by it, and resisted looking away. Her question confused him.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, wondering if she was toying with him. But no... she'd never done that before. There was no reason to start questioning her motives now. "Last time... you chose him..." He swallowed, and quickly continued, "Not that it isn't alright. It's your choice. If you wanted to leave, I wouldn't stop you..." His heart beat quickly. "That isn't to say I want you to leave. I want you to stay..." Feeling foolish, he turned his eyes to the Idol, clenching his teeth to stop the treacherous flow of words.

Eraline's eyes narrow against the implication in his words. "...chose him?" The green doe wracks her memory to try to understand what the monarch buck is referring to. It takes a while; long enough at least for her ears to fall back and her eyes to turn toward the rippling waters beyond the edge of the bank. He couldn't mean...?

"The Stag Darcy? Is that what you mean?" She is incredulous and perhaps it shows on her face. That is the only thing she can think of; after all, it had been the last time they'd seen each other and the memory - well, Eraline cannot forget the way he had looked at her, despite her invitation to sit with them, before he'd run off. But then too, she also remembers the way her friend had taunted at him. The tension. "Bishop, he was injured. I had been taking care of him for days - what was I supposed to do?"

But...chose him? What could he possibly mean by that?

"Stag Darcy is my friend, I couldn't have left him then. He...needed me."

Eraline studies him, her mouth pinched tightly shut as she considers his line of thinking. Eventually, though, the hardness melts into something gentler. "If you're wounded, you can come to me too. I will tend your wounds. I..."

The heat returns to her face. "I am always here."