Forgotten Feathers was in low spirits. For months she had been trying to find her way back to the stag named Swan, and for months she simply seemed to only walk in circles. Her sense of direction was terrible but it had never seemed to cause her that much trouble before. Now it was preventing her from seeing someone she really wanted to see and her emotional turmoil on the matter only complicated things more. She missed him greatly but she also wondered the very important question: did he miss her? Did he remember her? Perhaps he had forgotten about her already but she thought about him all the time. She couldn't help being so inexplicitly drawn to him, feeling a sense of fulfillment and completion whenever she was near him. She pondered if anyone would ever remember something simply forgotten before, and there she found herself with her rump pressed against a log.The doe had months to think of the perfect thing to say but what good was the perfect thing to say be without any means to say it? She'd never find him at this rate and that would only make any words she'd say senseless. She could shout it to the treetops but it wouldn't matter if no one was around to hear it... if he wasn't around to hear it. The thought caused her ears to fold slightly as her tail swished back and forth with a mild annoyance at her own helplessness.
"I just want to send him a message, why can't I do that?" She said with a sigh, her hoof sliding back and forth in the dirt. It seemed so hopeless!
