|Body Horror|
A small diary of a deer. Format is from newest to oldest.

I tried to load the forest...only got the orange dot. It's very frustrating but I wrote something for it anyway, unexciting as it is.

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I'm still not entirely sure what to think of Walter's...reincarnation? new form? after-after-after-after-after-life? Regardless, all I can hope is this one will be better than the last, and if there's anything I can do to help guide him well, towards the best he might be, and away from his demons, then I'd do it and gladly.
Today, though, it was just frolicking in the ruins -- at times resting, at times playing with a few other fawns, like Jojo (she introduced herself to me, so I made special note of her) who'd gathered around him. He seems so hesitant and small; I just want to pinch his little cheeks and protect him! Aaaaah! It's too much! I tried to teach him to dance, but he wasn't having it -- too soon? Well, he'll learn it one day. It was just good fun, and I was glad to see it; I suppose the Walter I knew never had the chance for any of that, and I think perhaps -- just perhaps -- the path out of hatred begins there, with days like these, peaceful and bright and cheerful, with the sleepy scent of poppies in the air and the bounding laughter of fawns, the bright golden whir of magic. There might have to be big moments -- there will always be big moments -- but they will live or die on these little ones. I believe in that, in heavens found in wildflowers.


And as interesting as that was, I wanted to write about something that happened between that. Cian, a recent patron of mine, came to me suddenly in the midst of this play, asking urgently for me to follow him. I didn't exactly understand his purpose at first,but he was insistent that I come. And so, with a worried glance over my shoulder at the fawns (well, they'd be fine; I'd almost never had proper supervision as a fawn and I'd turned into a loving, if useless and deeply neurotic adult), I followed him to a likely-looking flower patch, where waited a doe.