June 15, 2010 - 1:41am — thecapturedplanet
How warm the birch forest is.
A turn of ears, but aside from that, the blue-fawn seems calm, muzzle picking gently at the sweet moss that grows between the long blades of grass.
It is very quiet.
He enjoys days like this.
With small hooves he easily picks his way over the ground.
A familiar scent reaches him.
Daintily he sets off at a trot, to find Brown-stag Virgil.
Upon finding him he does a happy little turn, showing off a bit, Are my antlers getting bigger? is my baby coat fading?
Of course, they were not growing, and his fur was still as soft as goose-down, but he asked anyway.
And he lay upon the rocks with the older stag, picking at moss and grass, and letting butterflies and busy humming bees visit his flowers.
And all in-all, he is very content that day.
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