In a quiet world, days are capitalized and punctuated by the sound of birdsong and the constant hushing of trees as they remind you what a quiet world this is. The birds flit by on silent wings, butterflies floating on silent winds, leaves falling without a noise. Maybe, just maybe in this place you will hear the calls of the real inhabitants, the deer.

Today, today seems lucky. Today we come across a fawn in the sun.

Jupiter slept. A patch of flowers bloomed fragrant around her, spread like a picnic blanket as she lay like a fair maiden upon it. It could be imagined that that she were a young maid, just blossoming in to womanhood as the flowers began to blossom in to spring. Both lay beneath that gentle sunbeam, drenched in warm light.

We can draw closer now as her breath stays even.

But, as we do, the fawn awakens. Her head raises, bleary eyes blinking against the sun. The features of a human replace a face that you would expect to be deer. It's a curiosity for us, but for them it is known as normal. This fawn is an offspring of a deer known as TEF, a deer of The Endless Forest. And yes, that is where we are.


Her purple-stained mouth opens in a yawn. Why is it purple inside, you ask? Why, the TEF deer loves blueberries so much that it stains it. They eat them from bitter beginning to fermented end and everywhere in-between! And sure do they love them when they are little orbs of blueberry wine! It's a jovial time when they get inebriated together. Oddly enough they never get violent though, just snuggle-y.

And who would not want to snuggle that soft-as-silk spotted fur? Oh? She's moving? Well, what a sight!

The fawn rose to her hooves. Tiny spindle legs supported a supple and delicate body. A soft curve in the neck led up to her lamb-like ears, elegant head tipped with a velvet muzzle, and little budding horns. Yes, like Caribou, females here are able to have horns with help of the forest's magic. Magic, you ask? Yes, this place has magic in every pine, mushroom, water, and sleeping deer. Yes, even the sleeping deer carry magic capable of changing the colors of their coats to fantastic hues.

It's a shame that when these deer die they disappear, they would make wonderful mounts worthy of the best spot in your trophy room.

Jupiter took a moment to nibble at one of the flowers, finding its taste delicate enough to be considered edible. And there she grazed among the flowers she had so recently rested among. No, they never got squished, because the deer themselves are made of what anyone would wanna call mist... ether... and yet they are as solid as you or I when they wanna be.

OH WAIT! No- uhnh.

The fawn saw the blue smoke, standing stock-still for a moment with her lamb-like tail raised in a danger-flag, before taking off like a bullet in to the brush.

Ughhhhh....
You can't lean on the trees here.