not me- short story.

5 // cyclone.

daffodil scampered forth in front of me, "c'mon! let's go!" she squealed, smiling a large smile. she looked like a small grey puff ball from above, but she sure was fast. this day was the day i met fauna. "fauna doesn't wait long!"

i raced behind, I remember, trying to keep up. we headed into a meadow of golden flowers and green, lush grass. it was like a dream, too beautiful to be true. the meadow was like a shimmering sunset of colors, a welcoming endless terrain.

"this.. this is amazing.." i murmured as Daffodil sat on my shoulder.

daffodil smiled. "it really is. this is the fawn's field."

i stared in awe, i'd never seen anything like that. i never will after that, too. it was an array of colors swarming my senses, the smell was flying through the air and was like the smell of roses. i smiled at the scene.

then the small fawns came out, frolicking around and chasing butterflies and bees. i guess you could say i fawned over the fawns. they were a light brown, like the color of the bark of a tree. their small white spots looked like droplets of paint, almost like out of a story.

"don't just stand there! we need to see fauna! she's the smaller one over there."

"alright, alright!"

i ran over to the fawn. she was a small deer, one of the most beautiful, but tinier by a lot compared to the others. her eyelashes were slightly longer than the other deer. her spots were a bright white, her face a bright white also.

"h-hello.." she said, shyly. "i'm fauna."