The Flower Diaries; Chapter Ten
June 30, 2010 - 3:21pm — thecapturedplanet
He's so tired.
and he is sore, legs hurting horridly as he curls up beneath the willow to sleep.
He had been content amongst the warm birch tree grasses, sitting where he had first met the doe, Poltergeist.
When a doe of gleaming white had sat a ways away, a good distance, and while he watched her he didn't move.
He didn't spook quite so easily nowadays, almost an adult, all that was left was for the few small patches of baby fur he had to leave him.
He was not, however, at all fully at ease with having other close.
So when, the fawn had come running about him, jumping and bucking, he fled of course.
Maybe it had thought it play, but it followed.
a cower, a no, more running, more following.
it had seemed to go on forever, the running.
In the end he had, by some miracle, scrambled and pushed, and climbed, and cut himself up, and in the end managed to climb into the topmost branches of a weeping willow, balanced uneasily.
eventually the white 'doe' joined him, climbing with shocking ease.
"who are you?"
more questions given, more answered, pleasant banter.
Eventually he manages to lose his balance, toppling to the ground.
He passed out.
he woke to red fur, and warmth, and without thinking nuzzles his bleeding hurting head and body into Jergens.
"I, think, I fell"
a small fight between his, what can he call him? best friend, companion...
love?
it's sorted out in the end, and the sunlight warms his fur as he sits between the white lady and the red stag, sore, but content.
"thank you for your company today, Lady-spider Joro"
I was wondering who that was
Guh, poor Rosine! D: Deer were never meant to climb trees!