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Vine's mother, Rosaria, had told her young fawn not to wander too far away. The daylight was fading and soon they would be on the move again to find a temporary den while making their rounds through Blackwood's forests. But fawns often mistakenly travel farther than they had originally intended, either because they were led by something far more curious- like a bird or a moth, or because they become lost in their own thoughts. Regardless of how she ended up there, Vine stumbled across a wide-mouthed cave settled into a sparse thicket of thorns and brambles in the depth of the pinewoods. She was hesitant at first to venture any closer, hearing

Autumn, Year 761 of the New Age The Warren, Oakfern Featuring Lune and Annamarie (NPC) "Dream now, little star shine. Gealach is watching over you," Annamarie's quiet, lilting voice persuaded her small fawn to close her hazel eyes and tuck her head into her chest, curling into a tight warm ball and sighing deeply with the onset of sleep. The shallow waves of a nearby silver pool lapping at their pebbled edges lulled her deeper and deeper in, until she was no longer conscious or aware of her physical body. The bright neon glow of her mother's fungi paint burned into the back of her eyelids until her breaths became rhythmic and she slipped int