April 26th:
T'was a lazing day. The fronds of spring grass smelled particularly delightful; and with his scarce activity in the forest, he figured he should pay old settings a visit. He wasn't expecting to fall asleep under a midday sun, napping, but then Ramo found himself waking rather soon again to smell burnt sugar. It wasn't hard to pick out Thais sitting along the treeline near to him.

January 1st:
A day he was rather ungrateful for. Found out the red doe he was courting was... well, already courted. He'd been enjoying his time with Thais and Altijd, when an embarrassing situation struck him straight in the heart. Turns out Al and Thais were somewhat engaged in a relationship and an affair broke out between Ramo and the doe. Not that she was doing anything wrong-- neither of them. Al and Thais were quite happily in an open relationship. It just bothered Ramo because he wasn't aware that they weren't exclusive to each other.

How can we blame Ramo, he isn't quite the relationship type. A hermit, he is. This is the only doe he's ever kissed! A shame that he went and got himself flustered over it, though.

He decided he wanted to be left, indefinitely, to mull over how he felt in this position. There's not much he had to say to the doe, when she followed him to to the well. Ramo dismissed her and would take some time to himself to think how he could deal with this situation.

December 31st:
It's been snowy, kind of cold and wet. Ramo's been a bit in his own head again. He's been watching the magic mushroom circles, and collecting winter grubs. A bit of trading here and there with the fae of the forest, looping around trails, orbiting social circles, and going to see his family.
The young fawn-- now he has learned her name, Kamilla-- has been quite on his mind. She has crossed paths with Ramo many times over the last few months, only to disappear while he sleeps. She must be comfortable going missing in this endless forest.
Along with Kamilla being on his mind, he's been pondering the possibility of becoming a father, himself, at some point.

October 5th:
Slept all day long. Like a log. Or a rock. Or any indefinitely non-sentient thing. He basked in the sun on Red Hill. Was awoken by Thais at one point as she was saying hello, and lay next to him. Altijd, and two strangers followed suit by gathering on the hill, at a point, as well-- he didn't see them all. Ramo was fairly well into sleep and only recognized faint smells and sounds in his dreams.

Later on, Thais approached him once again. He was still laying atop Red Hill, after sleeping the day away and grazing. They talked, exchanged pecks in greeting and groomed each other.
Ramo learned that preening the doe's feathers tickled her. Aha, a weakness >:^))))

October 4th:
Spent a few days meandering around the cottage and came back to the forest to... well... meander some more. Ramo was minding his own business, starting to doze off, and a fawn approached him. He was a little taken aback. Fawns didn't usually approach him, and it had been a while since he really had a good look at one. But, now, seeing a child like this one so close to him, so infatuated by his existence, the stag was a bit intrigued. This little one probably had a head full of wonders. They didn't speak much. The fawn's parents weren't around, so, Ramo got up, and wandered around to see if it would follow, and it did. And it copied everything Ramo did as well. Hopping, bowing, sniffing, laying down again, then getting up to eat an acorn after rubbing on a tree. The fawn could not cast a spell though. Ramo, the scientist, is no warlock on the side-- his magic abilities are limited, compared to the average forest-dweller-- so it was nice to see someone, albeit a fawn, on the same page. He tried to teach it some basics, by demonstrating, but the fawn was unable to grasp the ability. The two sat down after Ramo was done chuckling, and the child fell asleep a short while later.

It got Ramo thinking though.
What would he do with more time with a child?

September... Something:
Got bored of the nature loving hippies again, missed being handsoom man form creature. Went to the cottage after a few days, yet again, and walked in on the lovely Thais makin' pies mmmmmm... fig pies! While they were cooling off, Ramo decided he wanted to read to the woman. He would have rathered listen to her voice, but alas, she had-- once upon a time-- asked to hear about some of his travels. He picked out a journal that he filled to the brim with scribbles, and they sat in the study reading for some time.

August 23rd:
No more sick! Thank the twin gods, because that was dreadful. Ramo is packing his things back up and trudging back to the forest to see what is going on there...

August ???:
Moved back inside the cottage with the cold he got, and is lounging while teaching himself to boil water and make some 'human' foods. Stuff you put on plates. Also realized eventually that he does not have the right stomach for chewing grass in this form.

April 30th - May 20th:
Had made his way to Thais' cottage, and took it upon himself to camp out in the forest. This other 'realm' is interesting, and he is determined to learn how to live in a human body. For context-- there's a threshold that forest creatures can pass over, into Thais' hideaway, to become human. Ramo likes being human. But he needs a little practice! He's slept outside most nights, learned how effective foraging with hands is, and how annoying not having hooves are, in a way... rocks keep getting stuck in the bottom of his feet. He must have a dozen slivers.
He has managed to create a little tent out in the woods, and is practicing writing script, by copying faerie texts from his journals.

Got a little cold somewhere along the lines. Sniffles and sneezes, all that jazz. Apparently being a naked man outside for prolonged periods of time weakens the human immune system? PATHETIC!!!! DISGOSTEN!!!

April 7th:
Sat and watched one of the many Arena Competitions with Thais again. The red doe decided to seek out peace and quiet, and he followed her back into the birch forest. Was soon joined by feathery acquaintance Argus. They chit-chatted for some time before Thais and Ramo fell asleep on each other.

April 5th:
Came across Sage and her wonderful array of trinkets. Small wonders, really. Ramo was intrigued by her things and traded in his phoenix feather for two jars of glow in the dark paint (gold and white). That'll help others see him at night so he doesn't spook someone, ha! He also took the opportunity to grab some enchanted baby's breath branches for that obvious someone who stole his heart. He has something special planned for one of these warm spring nights.

March/April ???:
Thais invited him to her cottage, across the human threshold. He craved feeling hands again-- since his trip from Hippocrene-- so he pounced on the opportunity to travel back with the red doe. Upon entering the house (wrapped in a blanket), Ramo was introduced to the mirror. In Ancient Greece, he didn't have feet, or access to a reflection as clear as that one, so he dropped the sheet from around him, and spent a few minutes of his time flexing his muscles before noticing that Thais had been watching. He'd never worn clothes before, so he had some struggles getting on pants and a sweater that she provided to him. While at Thais' humble abode, he also tried her baking and some tea. They sat on the floor in her living room, and chatted before he went up to feel what it was like to have sheets from a human bed wrap around his naked body. Sleeping on a mattress was also a new thing for him
It was an overall enjoyable journey to, during, and from the cottage.

March 2nd:
While making his way through the forest, spotted a feathery deer, and had to introduce himself. Long story short, Ramo met Argus and teased about the other deer's likeness to the harpies that nested on the mountain around Hippocrene. Gifted a drawing that a nymph illustrated to Argus.
He clips a page between his teeth and lays it onto the grass in front of himself, for the other stag to see. The illustration on the page shows a woman, covered in feathers. Almost completely resembling a bird, minus the humanoid legs and face. A splatter of some kind of blue ink blots the page on her wings, and the crest on her head.
"You see the resemblance I speak of?" His deep voice speaks with humility.
Seems to have a new acquaintance... or two! Argus' crow friend made himself comfortable atop Ramo's head.

January 2nd - February 27th:
Ramo left on another voyage. He stumbled upon a faery fountain and waded in to admire some sparkling stones in the water, seemingly slipping into a covered hole at the bottom.

The stag swam up from the bottom of a spring, and pulled himself onto the grass, scaring many nymphs who witnessed him emerge from their water hole; they watched from their scattered hiding places as Ramo discovered he had gone through a metamorphoses that changed him into a satyr. **Eventually, the nymphs took interest in him and taught him how to use new hands and legs. Taught him how to write and draw. The newly evolved satyr stayed with the nymphs for a week, around their protected watering hole, before he decided to explore more. He was on a mountain that he now knows as Hippocrene.
In that time, the forest women made him a new bag. His old satchel was soaked, the leather tore from it's stitches, and most of his heavier possessions that he carried with him were seemingly lost in the pond. They equipped Ramo with a more sturdy, and flexible tote for his items: complete with brass hoops for clips and clasps, internal pockets, and **gifted him an instrument called a pan flute. The nymphs informed Ramo that a satyr's favourite instrument was a pan flute and asked him to play it, to prove he wasn't one. Of course, he barely knew how to use his hands and sensed he was genuine.
There were sights to marvel at, for sure, and the stag/satyr enjoyed every moment of his stay. He located so many sapphire, ruby, and emerald ores, he became used to finding them regularly, and the pegasi that littered the mountain, and the spring.

December 28th:
Still stuck on the mushroom circles, the stag returned from a trip to see a wood faery, who educated him on different types of fungi. He brought back a fly agaric for the doe who used to hide behind a wooden mask. The two had something in common; both red, poisonous, and beautiful.

December 24th:
Something felt odd in the air. Something a little more magical, as candles lit the wind throughout the forest. Ramo sat by the Ruin, in front of the small idols, at what would be the perceived entrance of the old structure. He attempted to interact with them, to no avail, so he sat down in front of them and examined the stone facades, while documenting his time with them. Eventually fell asleep.

December 18th - 22nd:
Found Thais, yet again, and lay next to her. On the first occasion, he was pleased how comfortable she had gotten with him, revealing personal backstory and history. They discussed life. It was nice. On the second occasion, the doe had attempted to cheer the leviathan up by offering an ear.

December 17th:
Explored the Ruin and De Drinkplaats. Does not like De Drinkplaats...

December 15th(?):
Lay next to a feathered doe. She was calming to sit by, and he enjoyed her silent presence.

December 8th:
Arrived in the Endless Forest. Plans to practice magic and study more on limbo.