The Flower Diaries; Chapter Seven

A butterfly flutters, a silken wing brushing the nose of a small fawn napping in the sunlight.
A snort, leaves the child-buck's muzzle, blinking large sleepy eyes up at the insect.

"Hello butterfly" he stumbles to his hooves, giving a little chase before allowing the pretty creature to alight upon his 'antler's and feed from the sweet blue roses.

Making his way off at an easy trot he pauses to nip sweet flowers, and warm grass from the ground.

He literally, leaps in his joy when the scent of not only Brown-Stag Virgil, but also Mama-Doe Poltergeist reach him.

His long, slender legs carry him with ease over the ground, skidding to a stop when he sees them.
There is another doe with them.

She does not seem scary, not really, Mama-doe Poltergeist and Brown-Stag Virgil like her...

He sits a little ways away anyway.

When she leaves, he bounds over, giving them loving nuzzles before flopping down.

His smile leaves soon though.

What is wrong with Brown-Stag Virgil?

He is injured, badly so.

The Rose-fawn sniffles, nudging the stag gently, but no more.

Brown-Stag Virgil must have been doing something very brave! maybe he was rescuing a doe or a baby bunny!

The fawn smiles at that thought, curling between Stag and doe to relax.

"Get well soon, Brown-Stag Virgil!

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