The pale blue sky hung low in the sky as Faline watched the dawn of the stars starting to grace the open sky. A small chilling breeze made its way across the small open field, sending a small shiver down her spine. The small doe’s body shook a little, from fear or from the cold it was unknown, but in Faline’s soul she understood she needed to move, this field wasn’t like her home. It had a soft light smell of dead grass mixed with sand and soil, the scent was almost musty and somewhat disappointing. Her lungs longed to fill itself full of the sweet heavy scent of fragrant trees, dark soil, and the curling loss of leaves and shrubbery. The soft creamed doe shook her head; it wasn’t the time to think of where she could be or had been she had made a decision to leave in search of improving the lives of those she cared for follow the beloved prince that her heritage had lived for.
The brilliant bye eyes hunted around for a form of cover, something dark with a little hint of snow that wouldn’t cause the light color of her fur to strangely pop from the darkness of the trees. Slowly picking her feet up to carry it across the flatten yellow grass, Faline kept her head low to the ground as she picked her way around to a small thicket of oak trees that edge the small forest. The thin bare trunks provided enough color that her body could hide, however, Faline’s eyes lacked the heavy tiredness to sleep, and she could feel her fears and questions arise into her mind like a heavy thick fog covering a small pond. Faline nuzzled her forehead on the tree before allowing her body to swiftly tuck her legs underneath lay against the naked oak.
What were the others doing? Where all of them ok? Had they met these strange four leggers that walked the land as they did? Or did they fear them like she had? What about the strange two leggers, they had hunted the deer that had gracefully leapt threw the trees as they had, did they hunt the Cerynei’s as well? What about the little foals that would neatly stumble behind their mothers, their weak bodies looking for nourishment that they could not gain from the forest. Had they become well, did they small little bodies manage to gain enough nourishment to run across the plains that they now graced?
Faline shook her head again before nipping at the matted forelock of her front leg. She really need to bath the dried mud that entangled her fur, but she felt that if she did, she would lose the last bit of scent of the forest that she had left behind, but her body could no longer stand the mess she had allowed herself to progress too. Ignoring the annoyance of just sitting down, Faline got to her feet and took in a scent of air. There was a stream nearby that hopefully would allow her to soak way the debris that coated warm body.
