Wild Sage was a quiet buck who didn't usually get up to much, but he was opportunistic enough to take advantage of his earthy, leafy coat to try and get some seasonal action in the spring. Picking dozens of white flowers to adorn himself with to make up for the lack of white in his coat seemed like a brilliant idea when he'd thought of it the night before, but trekking out to someplace other kin hadn't already picked all the flowers around - a rare hilltop rising unadorned by trees - was almost enough work to make him rethink his brilliant plan.
But only almost.
As he clambered up the long side of the hill, he found three lovely blossoms to start his collection on the right hoof. (Not that he was sure which of his hooves was the correct hoof to start anything on - though if he'd had to hazard a guess, it'd be the left front hoof.)
The next half hour of searching proved to be far less fruitful, yielding only one flower of sufficient brightness and beauty to merit addition to his collection. He wasn't a buck of many standards, but when it came to attracting the attention of fine ladies, he knew only the best would do.
Another half hour and two flowers later, Sage decided that the lack of trees on this hilltop was much less the boon he'd thought, and more of a marked disadvantage. He retreated from the sunlit slope to cool down in the shade at its base for a time.
After cooling off in the shadows a bit, Sage emerged once more to gather flowers. Well-rested, he was able to spot four perfect blossoms hiding in a dip in the rise.
Pushing himself a little harder, he found two more pristine blooms to add to his collection before having to retreat once more to the shadows of the trees. He counted up what he'd found, and a solid dozen wasn't too bad. He could work with that. he was willing to call it a day on the gathering flowers front.
Flowers: 12 (-12 for smol fam; start again at 0 tomorrow)
Wild Sage was a quiet buck who didn't usually get up to much, but he was opportunistic enough to take advantage of his earthy, leafy coat to try and get some seasonal action in the spring. Picking dozens of white flowers to adorn himself with to make up for the lack of white in his coat seemed like a brilliant idea when he'd thought of it the night before, but trekking out to someplace other kin hadn't already picked all the flowers around - a rare hilltop rising unadorned by trees - was almost enough work to make him rethink his brilliant plan.