My second day in this beautiful forest and I'm already inlove with it.
Every breath I take feels so delightful...
Most of my day I spent at the crying idol, lying among the popples listening to the never ending sound of purling water.
It just makes me so calm.
I didn't interact with any deers today, I just kept my distance and watched them playing around. I hope that I some day will have it easier to trust others, I feel so lonely when I walk around in the forest al by my self.
I would really like to have some company of I friend that I could feel relaxed with and that I could trust.
Why is it that hard for me?
I explored some parts of the forest a bit more today. I went to the old ruins, although it is
such a beautiful place it gives me creeps whit all these grave stones and that big cadge.
I never stay around there for too long. I also went to the drinking place the one whit a barrier of blue mist in the birch forest.
I first got surprised as I walked through the mist, my whole set disapeared and I looked
exactly like those nameless deers I've seen running around in the forest.
I backed out of the ring of mist and there it was again... my set was back, very strange.
As the day came to an end and i started to feel a bit tired I walked back to the crying idol with its purling wather that streamed under the old bridge. I was watchin the beautiful view for a short time lying in the nice smelling popples, and then I finaly feel asleep after a day of exlporing.
He wasn't sure how, but he knew birds probably didn't figure prominently in heaven. This should be a place with angels, golden streets and saints, filled with the sound of chanted hymns and trumpets...
Shouldn't it?
He opened my eyes.
He was lying in a bed of purple flowers, on the floor of a grassy green wood.
Was THIS heaven?
He looked around, trying to figure out where he was, a confused expression on his face. Then, with some effort, he got to his hooves and peered around the-
Wait.
HOOVES?
He leaped back in fright, mouth opening - but no sound came forth. The lack of vocality, however, was the last of his worries. He currently had four legs, fur, and hooves.
For a little while he just ran in circles, silently screaming, unable to do anything about it. Then, when he exausted himself with chasing his tail, he fell heavily into a large patch of tall grass and hid.
No one can see me like this. He wasn't quite sure what he'd done to deserve being given a tail. However, he gradually brought himself to realize that this was just a dream. Just a nice, peaceful dream. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the deer were running...
Deer?
Wait!
There went one, just like him! A little spotted fawn, with long gangly legs, light-colored belly, and... Was that a human face? How... odd.
He chased the fawn to an old, broken down ruin. A little scared, he told himself he should tell the fawn to get away from the place. It probably wasn't a good place for small creatures to play around.
When he approached the fawn however, he was shocked - it bellowed at him, dug it's forehoof into the ground and made some very aggressive movements toward him.
He bolted.
Hiding again (this time in the hollow of a great tree), he considered this turn of events.
These go back quite a ways,
I have so many edits sitting in my computer that I decided it was time to post a few
I may have to edit this again because I'm pretty sure I did the split summary wrong (edit: nope, seems fine )
I do not know what is wrong with me these past few days, maybe it is that I have not seen anyone familiar for a time excepting Vala who seems more and more lively every time I see her. I had a fair bif of exercise chasing that doe around this evening as she went too and fro from sleeping deer to fauns in order to change their pelts into a plethora of colours. Though I find her picto easy to recognise in the vast sea of symbols that swirl round the forest like stray leaves. As I sit recording today's events a small Vala shaped bunny is casting spells on me without pause, though I do not mind the change to my body so much as I can always return to myself. I found a great deal of amusement in joining her in the red pelt that comes from walking through the crying idol.
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