Now here you are, all grown up and beautiful doe. You walk and every one turns to watch as you catch their eye. And now is the day that I have to check in my my herd. That evil herd that kicked me out yet still requires me to check in every three years. And when I took you with me, I could feel all the stallion's eyes on you. Even holding you by my side, I could still feel their minds thinking up fantasies that you don't wnat to know about. They made me father an unwanted foal then made us stay within the herd till the foal was born. When those two stallions came and harassed you, I nearly lost it. I wouldn't let them do that to you.

Then when the foal died, they gave me two choices: either hand you over to them and let them have their way with you... or force you to carry my foal... I knew that I couldn't do it. I could ever hand you over to them. I offered to help you escape but you refused. Oh how I regret that! When they came back, I said that you would carry my foal... I did it. I did it to you. Your first child being a forced child and not even being out of love, but my freaking freedom from the herd. I wanted you to have your first fawn to be from love, being in love and being loved back. But you did it. You had my foal and she's beautiful, a perfect combination of the both of us. The lead came back and I had to give her up so we could leave. Then as we mourned for her, I was able to bring her back. But I knew then, watching you two sleep, that I had to take you to a deer herd so you wouldn't be hurt anymore.
Now the lead buck comes and says that you're dying because you won't eat or drink anything... They have to force you to keep you alive. And now that I'm with you again... I don't think that I can ever leave again... I feel too strongly for you, Nishia...

Vinarla: coming...