:.{"One has to be prepared." | William prays}.:

Gods...

I am...confused.
Forgive me, I really shouldn't pester you like this. I am sure you have many other deer praying to you every day. I wonder if you can really hear me...? I've heard tales of you, other deer say that they have seen you...It all seems so magical here. I was Christian, I suppose, back in the human world...I don't know now. I can't say that you are my true gods, I'm sorry...I haven't been here very long.
But I do wonder what brought Laela and I here. I don't know why we were both brought, but I'm thankful. She would never survive on her own, and I can't live without her. I'm trapped by her, but I love her all the same. She is, and it sounds corny, my world. Here, she has a chance at a better life - a life with people, or rather deer, besides myself. I worry for her, but that is to be expected. If I want her to be accepted in the world, be it here or back home, I have to let her go. Not completely, but still...
I worry even now as I stand here, pouring my thoughts out to you. Where is she? Will she be playing with the fl--the butterflies? Maybe she's met another fawn...
But Laela doesn't know how to...connect, socially. I am, it seems, the only person that can understand her properly. I can calm her when others would have no hope, I can comfort her when nothing else will...But sometimes I can't help but wonder if she cares about me at all. Am I being used? Children--fawns--with similar conditions to Laela can be manipulative and selfish. What if I'm just someone that keeps her alive and nothing more?
It hurts, thinking that way. But in these situations, one has to be prepared.
Thankyou for your time.

William stands, and walks back down the hill.

Um yes :U Hi.

December 23, 2009 - 7:02am — ocean

The Endless Forest