Ouroboros Spine fall (the smell of mushroom)

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Life was a confusing blur for the fawn. She had settled into predator-skin, fully understanding the soft fluff she was wrapped in, and trying to work out how the rest of it worked.

Today, she was working on movement. Stretching out her toes, wobbling to her feet, walking a scant few inches before she would tumble back over and repeat the process. It was odd, and a little weird to the part of her soul that still read as old doe, that she could not walk as the fawns themselves did. But she would not be deterred. Again and again, she would rise, tumble a few steps, and meet the dirt with a shocked noise.

Vairë would figure this out. Then she’d show her siblings, let them learn too, so they could go together. As they should be, they were herd after all.