He was used to the cold by now, born into the forest in early december, but he wasn't comfortable with it. his flame still burnt hot, and bright, but every icy gust made it flicker, and even burn lower. it hurt sometimes too, when he was near the pond and the wind blew small droplets of water into him, sizzling when it collided with his body or tail.

he let out a small sigh, thick smoke slowly floated from his slightly parted mouth. he was standing in the tall blue berries, almost as tall as he. warui never ate them, or ate anything for that matter, but their blue color fascinated him. though his vision was blurry, he could see colors just fine. blue was most definitely his favorite of the ones he had seen so far. lifting his head higher, large ears rotating towards stray, and far away sounds. perhaps of other deer. he tried to interact with them directly somethimes... which was difficult as it is, but with them all seeming uninterested or busy at best . the communication he had gotten was a greeting and no more. he always thought as he grew older, it would be easier to understand them, talk to them even, but no. a young teen now, small two tonged antlers growing atop his ashy head. his flame was even growing, but nothing besides his appearance had changed. he knew no more wonders of this forest. he wasn't learning anything, making new discoveries unless you were to count 'water is pain'. which he had learned when he was a fawn. but he noticed other beings liked the water and it gave them joy and life rather than hurt. he was different, he supposed.

he took a few steps towards the sounds, then stopped. there was no use, he would have to wait. wait for something to come to him. he was to incredibly bored of this being 'alone' thing, having nothing better to do than run around this empty forest, and watching others from a far. the orange eyed stag's head dropped, letting his neck relax and bend. eyes focusing on the blurry berries around him.
"such a nice blue... i like blue,".