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It wasn't long before Death found a new clearing after strolling through the swamp digging her hooves into soft soil and muddy places to find something she is always looking for. Bones. Her face was caked with dirt but her sly smile never left. She spotted a hornless acha, rather small framed in size, who was dropping colourful flowers as she walked down a narrow path.

Ugh flowers. She disliked those the most. The smell that lingered in their presence, they made her nose cringe every time she came across those plants. Trampling on them always made her feel better afterwards and she enjoyed knowing that eventually, they will wither away. She watched the doe for a while to see what she was doing. Why was she by herself? It made no sense to her.

Death started to walk down the same path Peep just did and deliberately stepped onto the scattered flowers on the ground. The area was quiet and peaceful, but that didn't stop her. Naturally, she started to dig her hooves into a small mound of dirt that was overgrown with green vegetation. With a bulge like that, there's bound to be something buried underneath.

She was certain that something was buried there deep down below but before she could find out on her own, the tiny acha interrupted her.

"A grave hmm?" she responded back and stopped digging. Death was not a hundred percent confident in knowing what a grave actually is. "Pardon. It was out of habit..." Quickly, with her right leg, she moved the soil back onto the pile she messed up. "Looking down at the little bumps on the ground, she could not help but ask out of curiosity. "Loved ones...?"

The meti remained quiet as her eyes fixated on the little mounds. I wonder what happened to them. Giving the little graves a last little prod with her hoof, she turned to face the little tiny acha mother.

Kiss of Death subtly smiled back without trying to look like a carnivore scavenging for a morsel to eat. "Whatever happened to them... Didn't survive during birth?" Of course, she had never been around motherly does nor had she been a mother before to know how losing such darlings when they were wee small would feel like.

The acha seems to have experience with this life and death stuff. Looking at the little mounds for the last time, she tried to resist the urge to dig through them, and laid her eyes on Peep again. "Tell me. What exactly are these flowers for?" Surely they were supposed to symbolize something but the meti had no idea what she is doing. All she knew at this moment is that there are tiny bodies buried underneath the earth. Their flesh probably rotten and eaten by tiny crawlies and decomposers.