Story of the Faun, before the Forest
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Laughter filled the forest that night. Yet, the chuckles and giggles didn't come from a forest folk or a fae of any kind, but from human children. A cavern had stopped in the forest, for darkness had already came and it seemed foolish to try and ride on through the night when the moon was new and hidden away in the darkness. Adults made the tents, woman cooked the meals and elders tried to keep the children calm with stories. And one was successful on doing just that.
The old man was seated next to a fire with many youngins all around him, giggling and waiting for his to speak. "Long time ago, when the world was new and this forest was only but a small woods, there were people that were not people that inhabited the trees and waters." As he spoke, the children hushed. Listening.
"Some could hide in trees, others had the legs of goats or deer. There were even some with ears pointed like teeth and a few with the bodies of great steeds. This forest folk danced every night and day, celebrating life and the world around them." The old man grinned, standing and making his way closer to the fire. He slowly began to do a jig.
All around, other adults stopped to watch the old man. Laughing and clapping as he began to dance for the children. He waved them over, soon all the little ones had begun to dance around the fire. Laughter filled the air as they all danced like the forest folk once did.
Or still do?
In the shadows behind them, a pair of eyes watched. Large and round, like a child's. Slowly, from the shadow came a little girl, not much older then the ones dancing around the fire. She stared in awe of them and how they kept themselves busy at night.
Taking a step closer, a little hoof tapped the ground. A little faun. Yet, before she could go any further, something snatched her from the bushes. Slender hands pulled her back into the darkness, just before a man looked that way.
"What in the name of the gods are you doing Eve!" Snapped a older woman, eyes wide and hair like shining silver coins. Her voice was low enough to not be heard and the silver legged she-faun carried the little one away.
Yet, little Eve had never forgotten that night and how the humans danced.
She knew she had to learn more about them, someday.
And there you go. c: Sort of
Sort of a little mini thing for Eve.
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