I have mini-entries for Seed, and decided that I should do so for Hyacinth, as well. She needs more spotlight, and I'm not good at screenie edits, which is the other way to capture her thought process. But, of course, she's very different from Seed and my other deer, in that she doesn't have an internal monologue so much as a string of images and feelings -- so, in third person, I'll be doing little stories like these to tell about her days. I'm still experimenting, so give me your honest opinions!

7-10-10
She tries on new antlers with help – one deer she has not met, one deer she has, Mister Virgil. The magpie feathers catch the light and glimmer like stormclouds, and they make her smile. She wears them, knowing that she can be recognized as a doe better now. Misako and Mister Virgil sat together very close, in a fuzzy pile. Hyacinth wanted to sit close like that, but didn’t know if it was OK. She eventually decided it was, and sat close to Mister Virgil. The rain was cold and she was warm inside. She slept once, and dreamed of a field of flowers. The flowered burned, the red heads of the blossoms turning into red heads of flame. The smoke smelled like his lab. She trembled with fear until after she woke up and realized where she was. They all ran around in the rain, and Hyacinth put her flowers back on, even as the rain pulled the color from them. When she decided it was time to go, she wasn’t sure if she should nuzzle Mister Virgil and Misako or if it would be rude. She decided she should. Misako, the deer she had not met before, nodded and nuzzled her back. Hyacinth dreamt of warmth as she went to sleep.

There probably will be more...