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Lippa, she thought, looked every bit the doe who knew how to have fun. Having just emerged from a swim in a rather convenient river, she trotted off to the large boulder and - oh, if you'd thought she was about to climb it, you were wrong. Even she could not scale boulders, unless there was some sort of aid! (There was plenty for guardians in the Dreaming, but not ropes or picks or any of that sort of thing: Lippa was content enough without them, though.). Anyway, she shook herself off, limb by limb, and then her little tail, too, and her head for good measure. It had been a lovely swim! And she knew, of course, that when she walked off before drying off fully, she'd get bits of soil in her lovely cream hooves that she'd have to ease out later, and that brown durt would cling to her white-socked feet that much more easily.

It didn't stop her from doing it, though: today was Lippa's favorite sort of day. The sun beamed a happy golden color over the entirety of the meadow and all of its inhabitants, and soft puffs of fluffy cloud were sporadic enough to reveal the deep and inviting blue (oh, that guardians could fly!) of the sky, but large enough that the sun did not blind. The only thing missing, really, was people! Any sort of people would do, she thought; rooks and rabbits and grimalkin and gentle fairy wrens were all just as clever as she, and they could show her things she'd never have been able to catch! Sometimes Lippa didn't like being so large.

But of course - someone in her own shape would be lovely company, too. Guardians knew exactly what she meant when she described the power she felt, hooves pounding on the ground as she galloped, and that lovely feeling of knocking her legs against a tree and having bountiful nuts shake themselves off.

Where was everyone, anyway? Lippa never thought of the Dreaming as lonely - and it wouldn't be, today. She was sure of it!