The Flower Diaries; Chapter Nine

A god?
he cannot tell why, but for some strange reason he wants to be close to that ball of light, it brings him comfort, even if he does rather want to run at the same time, so many deer!

A surprised jump, and the ball of light is a great golden doe!
the tiny blue stag can't help but trot about her legs, nuzzling against her, like a newborn to its mother.

But oh!

He jumps in surprise, where could she be going?

He is small, and he is fast, and he very easily keeps ahead of even the other deer as they race after her, laughing and jumping and dancing.

a glow, a burst of light and...

oh my, he's been blessed with a mask! most brilliant blue, how perfectly fitting!

It fades eventually, but that's fine.
He likes his face better.

So much dancing and fun!

He breaks away eventually though, even if it is a god, he is still scared of the other deer, and he makes his way to the ruins to rest.

there, he finds a great stag.

The smell is horrid, and he is frightened.

And so he sits a ways away, and, he watches.

That is Bylah

a deer, stag or doe he does not know, states as it races by after the god long ahead of them.

He jumps, moving away to watch again for a while before trotting off.

It takes, a few tries but eventually he finds himself resting atop a great mushroom, soft, almost damp beneath him.

He is awoken from his nap, by a...very, welcome scent.

...

"I'm just small!"

he looks up at the much larger red stag, laying beside him, curled against the red of his fur.

he is in fact, hardly at all able to be called a fawn anymore, and to do so would almost be rude.

he is, however, small.

but that's fine, all the better to curl into Jergens' fur, talking every so often.

but all in all, he is merely happy to be near him.