Two Deer Speak

I remember when I first saw her. When I first heard her words. I didn't think much of how it'd turn out in the end, but... well, now I know, don't I?
I just wanted to be her friend, I suppose. She was all alone, without any friends, and me... I'm the kind of deer who wants to help and be friends with anyone who few pay attention to.
She was a cold deer. Her words would sometimes hurt. But, you know, I still wanted to be her friend. I don't know why I stayed, but I did. I'm glad I did.
It's more than just friendship, now... It's - it's a strange bond between us. A deep one. It's love. For me it's kind of in-between friend-love... and sister-love, and... mate-love... She probably feels for me in a way I can't ever truly feel for her. It makes me a little sad. My mate kind of love is with... another...
But I love her. I'm not ashamed to say it.

And I miss her...
If only the barrier between our worlds could be lifted, even for one nuzzle. If only the painted flutterby could be freed...

Your figure sends joy to rise within me. Exploring the forest together... Ah, each moment is a treasure. Seeing you hop and coaxing you to dance, when I know you would not be the kind to do so usually, warms me so. What is the warmth...?
I saw you first when your heart had been crushed. You were speaking to the Idol with anguish and sorrow, and it tore my own my heart, too. Something pushed my forwards to try and mend it. I suppose I have gained that trait from my sister.
Do I mend it...?

We wander though the Forest, and we stare confused at the short leafless trees that occasionally are scattered about. And we laugh, and I hear those trees indignantly defend that one day, they shall be as tall as their kin. We bow to apologise, and move on. Together we enjoy our time, together we walk, together... We nuzzle...

I look into the bright, bright waters of the stream, and I sigh.
Forest Wanderer, she who talks to the Weeper, I shall always be by your side.

Dear Nina...

My heart flutters when I see the monster's eye, and hear his call. I smile to myself, and run silently to where he walks. I creep up behind a tree, giggling quietly, as his proud striped self looks around. He doesn't know I'm right behind him until I jump out, and he's shocked, and then he's laughing, like me. We nuzzle, we dance. We run. We fight the darkness, when it's twilight.
I like him very much.
I don't know what I'm to him... I don't know. I could be just a friend, to him. But...

I don't know what else to say...

My heart beats faster when he nuzzles me.

You know who you all are.