Mumble, Taz and Ocarina walked. They simple did. No one knew what they were, nor why they were there. A small clearing, surrounded by poppies came into view. The silent, majestic Taz walked in first, head bowed in fear. He was noble and kind, but afraid he was as well. Pain came to mind when he thought of lakes. Anything watery made him tremble what that overpowering memory of the Sun. Sun, or Alas, as she used to be called, was the deer that had died in this exact same place. She had died for no reason. Terror made him pant for breath, trembling. he was an innocent deer, who had faced pain so great, he could no longer love anymore. Oh, the fear and pain. Mumble was a silent, vain deer that thought she had nothing better to do than beat the others at whatever schemes they came up with, and butted into their buisness every few minutes, in this case, trying to paw someone over to clean her hoofs. yes, she was vain, but pure. She was not feeble, nor lazy, but enjoyed the feeling of others shoving love down her throat. Ocarina was just.. odd. He enjoyed staring at pine cones for hours at a time, not listening to others,and preferring a small clearing. How they came to be, none of them knew. They just had.