"Like bird.
Like forest.
Like calm
Like quiet.
You're big.
But you seem gentle.
So I will sit here where it is warm.
And maybe you can keep the thunder away"
The stag looks down on the little blue rose-fawn and smiles. "I can try", he says, his voice terribly hoarse and dark and unpleasant, but very kind. "I can try to keep thunder away."
The small creature doesn't seem to mind the soft scratching of the larger animal's voice, for he has spent all his days seeing nothing but roses and their beauty, being stuck by their thorns, and in time he has learned well that outer beauty is nothing compared to the workings of one's mind, whether beautiful or not.
"Thank you" his own voice is such a contrast, it is soft, and so feminine, but his eyes are warm and trusting and he curls up, seeking shelter from the driving rain.
"You're a nice person"
So much cute.. =D
The stag looks down on the
The small creature doesn't
"Thank you" his own voice is such a contrast, it is soft, and so feminine, but his eyes are warm and trusting and he curls up, seeking shelter from the driving rain.
"You're a nice person"