Orange, black, yellow, red. Their wings flutter feebly as they lie weakened at my hooves. What is death? What is life? Is there a moment in time after one's heart stops beating, in which they are able to think 'now that I'm dead, what comes next' or is it instant blackness and nothing for eternity? Why does the prospect of death haunt my mind so often, when in this Forest I should not have to worry about it? There is no old age. Not as often, anyway, and I'm sure one could ask the Gods to stop it. This Forest is frozen in time. Eternally peaceful, beautiful - until its residents snap and break the serene atmosphere.
Fools. This is why I do not fight. The Forest is not meant for it.
I stare down at the insects that I have just trodden on. Will I be punished for this? I start to worry. I may have just taken a life, however small...
But the butterflies glow briefly, and then zip back into the air.
Curious.

I sit at the Pond, staring out at the cerulean-blue waters. Actually, they're not really blue; kind of muddy, really. Disgusting. I don't go in that thing unless I have to; I drink from the river and bathe in it, too.
Just like having a shower, when you stand underneath the Idol's tears.
How many deer have wondered why it cries?
I don't really care.
Why won't it speak to me, though? I've heard that other deer can talk to it. Why not me?
Maybe I'm just not special enough.

While walking up the river, I hear the sound of rapidly-approaching hoofbeats. My head turns to the side quickly.
"RHYE!"
"...Jarvis!"
Delight.
Absolute delight.
He's my best friend, you know. He and Madison mean the world to me.
Such darlings.
Jarvis really must meet my dear Madison. She probably won't like it, though; she's very shy. Endearing, really.

He runs up and knocks me straight into the river, laughing and rolling on me and insulting me in a good way. In a good way? Pff.

What an idiot.

Ah well. I love him anyway.