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I sit in this patch of flowers I found in that time, the butterflies clinging to my sides, examining their reflections in my eyes. I had a neighbor, sitting in a nearby patch of flowers. Sometimes, I'd glance at him. He got up and listened as I did, searching for something familiar, something that wasn't there. I'm not even sure what I was thinking about -- the falling of a leaf, the motions of my neighbor -- but my heart kept moving towards the great mass of deer that I'm missing, and they're so close. I wonder if they think about me in simmilar terms, wondering if I miss them -- or if I'm just thinking one-sidedly, feeling the distance less as emotional distance as mischance, as a series of little holes in the pattern of my days.

After a while, I was joined by Ravyn. She'd come close and dart away, sit with me and then join friends. I followed her, once, to one of the smaller groups she dashed to, but after a little she returned and waited for me at the flower patch. I think she knew I was feeling kind of lonely, but didn't understand that I didn't mind it -- much. I'm sorry if I concerned her, actually: she seemed very concerned. But... I'm glad she did.

I collapsed for a bit, and awoke, and accidentally fell into the river before returning to the flower patch. I seemed to have a hard time staying concious, though, because I again found my vision darkening, and then clearing where I stood on the riverbank, not far from my home. I returned there, and found a Saosin-fawn. I couldn't help but laugh, which I think hurt his pride. He ran off, heading who knows where. I seem to have very little luck being on friendly terms with him. I wouldn't say I dislike him, though -- but he's shown some distaste for me, I think for reasons that were more relational than personal, in the past. He's not hostile more often than he is, so I can't think ill of him. But when he dashed off, I was not surprised. Ravyn settled back in with me.

Will be putting any new information on Chopin in these as well as his bio. because I can keep track of new stuff that way.

+Chopin+

Key;

+ even if he is resting if a group of deer (two or more) begin dancing he will join them, he enjoys the music that it creates.

- Chopin has taken a liking to calm fawns and will often lay near them

+ When Chopin is laying by his usual grave he may sometimes invite a deer to lay with him, this means he trusts them, or he thinks they look lonely.

- Jumping rearing, prancing about in front of another deer that wasn't prancing/playing first; He likes them and is showing off for them.

This story picks up a few hours after Experientia docet stultos ends.
This story starts in the middle of the events of Sometimes...

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It was not the first time that she had stood there for him.
It was the first time that he had laid eyes on her in a long though.
How many months was it now?
He had not seen her since the snow was freshly on the ground yet here she stood.
Kita?
No.
Kita was with his old self sleeping soundly.
She was so troubled now days.
Was he to blame or were there problems he could never know in the forest again?

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