Midday was often hot, but this midday wasn't. The breeze was wonderfully cool, the scents carried on it were floral and fragrant. The grasses were wet from the morning dew still, and springy under one's hooves. A fawn would be roused to play, but this one that appeared a fawn was not.

Tien scratched his fawn head against a tree, marveling at the feelings of rough bark against the little knobs where his antlers would soon be growing. Hnnnnnmmmmh. Itchy already though this body is so new... Why did I have to decide thi-i-i-hhhnnnn~ The feeling was nearly orgasmic to him, the feeling of any touch. His body protested as he left the tree behind, as well as a few soft wisps of fur embedded in the bark. A grassy knoll awaited him, and that is where he sat. It was far from any mushroom circles, which was unusual, but comfortable. There were blueberries nearby, as well as water if he wanted it.

The beautiful birch surrounded the fawn, though in the grass he was hard to see. Copper, spotted fur is quite hard to find. The little fae sighed and rested his head in the grass, his odd nose tickled by the low-laying weeds.