Willow

Clover

A young doe lay still in the bracken. Her eyes could see, her ears could hear and her nose could smell the sweet,juicy grass that lay beside her in the bracken. A cold winter breeze swept over her. She hopped out into Farmer's land. A bonfire pit held high near her. She ignored this and lifted onto her hind legs. She looked around, pricking her ears. Across the river, the farmer's daughter, turned her mothers head before getting into the car; "Uh!" She said in amazment, "Mother, rabbits!" The girl was right to be amazed, it was like the rabbit was looking straight at her. Then the girl was ushered into the car by her mother, but,yet, she did not realize the rest and the white eye of the vheer.

Force de la foi
Mystical Power