The little fawn pranced silently through the forest, sniffing at any flowers that were by her, and nibbling the mushrooms on the trees every so often, she was new too the forest, and did her best to stay out of the bucks' way, as well as most of the fawns, although she did enjoy joining in dance partys and such, she was rather wary of others, and often stayed hidden in the ruins or sleep in the grassy shores of the lake, watching the frogs hop around intently.
Her name was Izzeay, quite bizzare, we know, but she liked it that way, so noone could remember it or call for her, seeing how hard it was to pronounce. Her younger brother, Sea, was a little more social and often froliced wherever there were other deer. They both were young and filled with energy, but Izzeay was more able to conain it, while Sea seemed to never sit still.