Forest Sonata | The Endless Forest

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"what ever are you doing?"

The fawn paused, hooves still resting against the base of the great white birch's trunk, flame coloured eyes seeking the skies, the voice that had spoken.

"did did did did you hear me?"

His wide ears flicked, swiveling like the leaves of some strange plant.
"Why, yes, I heard you" he dropped down unto all fours, "but, I'm afraid I cannot see you"

"I'm right here"

His gaze found its way downward, where a soft grey ball of fur sat, a field mouse, whiskers twitch-twitch-twitching.

"now then, what are you doing silly little fawn?"

Chopin blinked slowly, "Why, I am making the forest sing you see" he said curtly.

"you're banging on that tree and making a frightful noise, that's it..." the rodent responded, flicking her tail indignantly.

"well, you see, I'm not finished, I'll admit it's not ready but---"

"oh tut tut tut, go and play somewhere" the mouse interrupted, dashing off and disappearing into the blood coloured poppies.

"But, I'm not done...H-have a pleasant day Mrs.field mouse!" he called after her.

he returned to his tapping, sharp golden hooves coming down to meet the hard wood, chipping away at it.

The hard substance bit at his legs as it chipped, leaving small cuts, hair-thin rivers of blood spilling down his ankles, but it was ignored, not at all painful enough to gain his attention.

He swallowed softly, lips parted as he panted, small chest rising and falling to the beat of his hooves.

"an' jus' what do you think you're doin' 'en little one?"

Again the fawn paused, dropping down once more, patches of fur clinging to his skin with perspiration.

"I am, I am making music" he replied simply, looking around in a confused manner.

"why, 'ats not music, THIS is music"

he cocked his head as a soft twittering started, eyes moving upwards to watch a small white bird as she whistled and sang.

When her little opera was done he nodded, bowing politely.

"oh yes, that was beautiful music" he replied, rearing up and clicking his hooves together, clapping as best he could.

"but you see, that isn't exactly what I had in mind madame, though I must say your voice, is simply stunning" he nodded slightly, "now what I had in mind was more of a---"

"thank you thank you dearie, maybe you should go an' use 'at as a start for your own music?"

"well you see I already---"

The bird spread her wings, flitting off, "'ave fun anyway darling~"

"decided, what I want it to sound like...Y-you too Ms.Bird!" he called.

he sighed, turning again, working away at the wood.

Hours, days? later, so much later, the exhausted fawn finally felt his slim leg fall from the hole he had created at the other side.

He refined it carefully, tap-tap-tapped smaller holes into the thinner sides, and at long last collapsed at the base of the tree, gazing up at his work.

"so dear have you finally given up?"

Chopin leaped to his unstable hooves at the familiar voice, it was not polite to laze about in front of a lady!

"n-no madame field mouse, you see I finally finished and..."

"doesn't sound very musical to me..."

"well the win---"

he watched her leave again.

"g-good bye, madame" he called, polite as ever, listening to her laugh.

He blinked slowly, laying down to wait.

And he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And then it began.

he stood quickly, scrambling up, tilting his head as the wind started, moving into position.

A soft flute-like sound started up, the wind dancing gently through the holes he had created, the soft tune changing as the wind changed direction and found its way through a different place.

He gently struck a hoof down, and then again, soft and even tap-tap-tap against a stone.

"oooo~ that is pretty i'nt it?" he looked up, smiling, at the bird.

"Thank you Mrs.bird" he said softly.

The feathered creature puffed up, "mind if I sing a li'l?"

He bowed low to her, "I would be honoured ma'am" he replied, ears ticking as she began.

"what is that?"

"who's doing that?"

"what a pretty sound?"

Both hooves now, a gentle tapping with both, an uneven yet perfect melody.

"oh, he is good~"

"how wonderful~"

He laughed under his breath, watching a small grey field mouse come to sit by the tree.

"I always knew he could do it" she chided to a nearby rabbit.

Chopin merely smiled.

It was impolite to roll your eyes, after all.

oh god it's one in the morning why am I awake and writing?