[=darkgreen]I made a resolve or two at the start of the week; first off, I resolve to write more diary entries, maybe combining a week of entries (We'll see if this happens). The second, I resolved to abandon my candles; I like them for darkness and bad weather...But they're inconvenient the rest of the time, and it's annoying to have to knock them off my antler-branches every time, and find them again in whatever flowerpatch I left them in later. Better to just get them when I can and need them.

On Monday, I spent most of my waking hours beside Sage, often watching her sleep. When someone I care about sleeps...It's such a sweet and tender thing. They seem so small and frail, like soap-bubbles or tiny frogs with transluscent skin. I want to keep them warm and protect them, even if the gesture's meaningless to them, because they'll never know.

While she was sleeping, I met a small fawn; she was still clumsy, and didn't seem to know how to express herself clearly. Well, I say she, but I'm just guessing -- the trees knew nothing of her to pass to me. I showed her some spellcasting, and gave him some of my flowers -- and the fawn mingled some new flowers with my own, too. We played a while, and I reacted to whatever the fawn tried, as best I'd show what to do. The fawn seemed grateful, for my company or for my guidance.