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Today I saw that Saosin was gathered with a group, and felt I ought to go greet him for the first time in a while -- he led us slowly to the river, where I drank and frolicked with Crybaby. I've heard a lot about him, and he seems to be a very nice stag, and in this sometimes over-serious time, kept himself a good humor. We ended up sitting together in the flowers to watch Saosin and Gustiro spar. Relative to the beautiful, artful spars I've seen from Saosin in the past, this was... a long and brutal fight, without restraint. I'm never sure what to make of The Rut. I still have no clue. What does it feel like? A longing of the body, a burning in the heart? Does it feel like the love that flutters? Is the sparring of stags jealousy, or is it like its own strange form of attraction? Knowing is what makes life; and here I am, watching something...of which I only have outside knowledge. It was an interesting show, though. Saosin and Virgil have different ways of fighting.
...I wish deer were more like butterflies. It would be, I think, a different world... If courtship came in fluttering dance.
In the end, he defended his gathering, and we all rested in place.
Eventually, though, I spotted my old friend Sluggs and a few deer, making merry by the pond. I hopped over to play with him for a while, trying to find a balance in all of these relationships. We ended up forming a lovely danceline/party in the air, where my aim at least for once was fine enough that we could all dance together. It wasn't the most perfect of all dancelines: we sort of bundled on top of one another in a heap. I miss being in a heap: I played like this with Scape and a friend of his the other night: beyond the simple, deep joy of seeing Scape, was all the simple fun, like I had as a fawn. Sluggs showed us his upsidedown giant-raven skills...