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I found Lemon by the poppies this morning; she sat down for a bit when she saw me, sitting with Vala and another deer (Vala soon departed, but recieving that red nuzzle always makes me smile) but once that pause was over, she was off like a shot, leading me across the forest to a large mob of deer, all running about and playing.

At first, I was somewhat overwhelmed; I didn't know most of these deer very well, for one...For another...
Everything was the sound of hoofbeats, everything the roar from throats; everything, the rush of bodies; everything, the colors tearing and unfolding in the light reflected in the pondwater, mirroring and splitting in my eyes like the crystal fracturing of dragonfly eyes, breaking up like focus, tearing attention to ribbons.
It was something like that, anyway. After a moment's adjusting, a shifting of mental gears from single companion to many, I was ready to join in in full! I ran around with them, launghing myself across the river and around the bends of the pond, up into the Crying Idol where we all went red. Some of us broke off to form a dance line in front of Herla and Djinn, who merrily joined in when the rest of us entered into a swarming pseudo-pyramid of low, stacked deer.
After that, it was running as fawns. Seeing Lemon as a fawn is so nostalgic, thinking of those days gone by... It seems so long ago and yet so near -- the past is always closer when I feel it, rising up from my insides, filling any hollow bit inside of me with the smell and the color of some ancient day, as if it was new.
And with Herla in the mix, there was even a mini-fawn or two. So cute!

Somewhere in this, everyone set out; for whatever reason, Lemon cared less about following them, so I elected to stay behind. We ran our own way, taking back our usual forms, until Lemon found a good place to sit, rest, and say farewell.
When that was done, I was a bit at ends.