Ouroboros Spine fall (the smell of mushroom)

She had been resting for a time, too many tries wearing down the patience of the fawn child in her youngest, before she would grow and gain a deeper understanding of patience. 

Then came her matriarch, mother doe, laying across from her, within seeing range of her blurry little eyes. Her voice, too, stimulated slowly rising little ears. Oh yes, for mother doe, she would try and try again.

Slowly, Vairë assembled herself, moving one leg up underneath her, followed by another, then a stumble when one leg turned awkwardly, then she was steady on her feet, somewhat at least, taking a few steps forward, catching herself when she started to wobble.

She just had to make it a little farther...success! Vairë happily ran into her mother’s nose, and slid down onto her stomach, limbs spread every which way, giving a squeaky sort of noise in triumph.