Half Truth couldn't be happier. The sun was shining- though it was nearly winter, this was one of those blessedly warm days with thin sunshine stretching through the chilly air- the birds were chirping, and she was on the move. She was something of a vagabond; a roving wanderer, moving from place to place, pursuing nothing in particular and quite happy about it. It was a beautiful thing freedom; the pursuit of nothing was a real pleasure. Freedom from pressure and responsibility was a fine thing for a young doe- and if she happened to meet any attractive ladies who also liked their freedom and the pursuit of pleasure, well, then that wouldn't be such a bad thing, now would it?She'd met a few. It had been nice.
But it had been a couple of days since she'd really run into anybody. She was traversing part of the northern swamp, and it was lonely up here. Beautiful, though; there was something devastatingly gorgeous about the loneliness of the pines and oaks. The water here was chilly and she knew it could be treacherously deep in parts- but it was worth it to see sun filtering through birch leaves and gleaming off the white bark. Yes, the trees here were truly gorgeous; it was a real privilege to see them!
As she stopped for a midday meal, she noticed something interesting in the near distance. It was a tree... maybe. It was shorter than most trees, and it was moving. That was weird. Trees didn't normally do that. Hastily swallowing her dried fish and scarfing down the swath of kelp she'd been carrying it in (she'd traded a story for it at the last settlement she'd visited), she trotted towards the tree. "Hello?" she called as she approached. "The, uh, the moving tree over there. Can you talk?"
