Dawns light arose over the deerling's pelt drawing him from the resemblance of sleep to see the wind brush through the thicket. Shifting his wieght onto spendly legs Xair slowly pushed from the ground and shook his pelt, still to young to hold onto any mask or spell for very long his pelt remained simple. Eyes darting about in morning cuation before stepping out into the dulling grass spotting no others around, leading to a peacful morning.
The spring was also clear that morning, but the fawn was still carful remembering the last time he drank from the strange fountains lead to him hopping around as a rabbit. Bending down slowly Xair dipped and drank dreading the strange feeling that fallowed. Befor long the male fawn found himself feeling very small and mucusy. Instead of a rabbit the spring had changed him into the being of a small frog. Giving a small croke of dissapointment he waited for the spell to end before moving off to look for the violet flowers that bloomed around the forest floor in small to large patches of color.


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~Zar