The girl hummed a delicate song, while collecting red berries. She was remembering her mother, lost long ago in an unfortunate accident. When the town’s river rose to an extreme level, which fortunately never matched again, she disappeared. No one could explain how it happened. Could she be dead? Maybe, but the villagers didn’t know it for sure. Her daughter maintained big hope, because she couldn’t leave her behind. However, how not to do it? She was a charming woman with a gentle voice, who sang to her little girl every night before going to sleep. Life is unfair.
Now the girl missed her mother and honored her by singing the fragment of the melody, which she poorly remembered. Little did she know her song was heard by all the creatures of the woods. Every season, when she went for berries or others fruits, they congregated around her and delighted with her wonderful tones and harmony. Of course, she couldn’t see them as they used magic halos of transparency. But some creatures wanted to come out of the shadows and interact her; they wanted let her know that she was not alone.
One particular day, the major nymph got carried away, took off the ring of light and transform in a hind. It popped between the trees while the girl continued picking up berries. She amazed when noted the presence of the animal, and continue singing to attracting it. The hind approached enough to the girl be able to touch it. Then she felt the rough fur and the warm of the animal, and suddenly the nymph showed to her the beauty of her form, exhibiting a golden shine. The girl was impressed and started to think that it might have been some magic around. Maybe was creatures who wanted to tell her something, however she didn’t ask, just continued extending her hand around the ungulate’s loin. She was feeling a profound connection with it, which caused the overflow of her sweet tears on her cheeks. The memories of her mother didn’t stop appearing but in some point, between sobs and despair, they stopped and peace came. Later the hind passed through the bushes and trees, losing in the distance.
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