Okie dokie, I'm making this his collection of memories from when he was a fawn. Hooray for decisions.

Note his personality as a fawn was much different from as he is now, growing up into a buck. This is because he is losing much of the memories he had from fawnhood. He still knows everyone and remembers what he has experienced, but his sixth sense is already diminishing, and the knowledge he gained from it .

Others (May not be complete, all very much in development, MORE TO COME IF I STOP SPILLING MY MUSE EVERYWHERE D<):

He was simply there. Accepting, but not welcoming. Indifferent, but not rejecting. No expectations, no reservations.

I now see he is more than that. I wonder if he can see it, too? Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there. You say that all the time about the moon, Saix.

Dancing under the moon...

It turns out we have something in common.






The flame beckoned me with his warmth, his playful dance...

The warmth of my mother now greatly reduced, how could I resist him, fire incarnate?

I find myself at his side whenever possible, basking in his radiant heat. It is not something outwardly felt. It is a warming of the soul itself.

Axel, I know fire burns all who get too close. It consumes all in its path, and those who try to contain it are foolish. Where is the point that is too close, I wonder?

Fire can weep too...






I feel a strange kinship to you, Wielder of Flora.

You are very occupied, yes. Yet you welcome me to share your company.

I wonder...





I have seen you very little beyond that first time... The battle in the snow.

You wandered away, broken and bleeding, disappearing into the white.

I feel much more damage was done to you inside than out.

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