It fell down softly floating light and lovely. It reminded her of the cherry blossoms twirling in the blustery wind. A few flakes landed in her outstretched palm, melting quickly forming fairy drop puddles.
Dryade dreamt of the deer since ever she was a child. She would see them in the forest. Once when she fell asleep under the shade of the oak tree, she woke to a wobbly newborn fawn licking her nose. When she headed home through the meadow under the moon's shimmering light she would always find the deer surrounding her peacefully grazing in the luminous silvery light.
The wise woman told Drayde the deer was her totem. She must learn the way of the deer, a way of moving through life with gentleness and peace, the wise woman said. If Dryade would live as the deer, she find her true path & purpose in life.
