In the beginning, there was warmth. A great warmth which swallowed him whole, lulling him through his endless existance as a mother might cradle a baby. It sunk down to his very bones that warmth, comforting him and whispering sweet nothings in his ear that he understood simply by the way it held him in it's arms: "You are safe. I am here." He loved it from as far back as he could remember, and it, in it's curious ways, loved him too.

And then there came sounds. The gentle tapping of dew drops in the morning falling gently upon his stone, though he did not know what they were. The low rumble of voices from the outside which he perceived with an innocent ear and always the gentle thrumming of life that stirred within him. There was no distinction between days in this place -- he knew only warmth and the gentle beating of his tiny heart as life began to strengthen him. He began to grow resless with his quarters before long, thrashing his stilted limbs in desperation for space and discovered there were limitations to his existance - hard walls that protected him, though he didn't know this. They frustrated him as time wore on and the beat of his heart grew heavier until one day, he slashed out at it, and a great thing happened.
It split.

They all split. The walls of his world shatter as though they'd been erected of paper and his jaw parts in surprise, uttering a preverbal cry as he tumbles out of it's protective walls and into the coldness of the world. He hits the ground cruelly and pain blossoms in his tiny shoulder, provoking another frightened squeak from the fawn as his stilted limbs thrash, instinctively looking for balance where he finds none. His tiny heart pounds and the air he sucks in is chilled and damp with the weight of morning and his head swims as oxygen makes its way to his muscles for the first time. He sucks air greedily, but is pained at it's cool touch and heaves a frightened snort, rolling up onto his quivering legs, instinct urging him to run, though he knows not where to or how. His legs fail him and he topples forward into a mound of soft grasses, slipping in the remnants of his ever-changing stone, confusion and fear licking at his brain and rendering it useless as he lurches his way drunkenly to the gnarled roots of a nearby tree and beneath the canopy of fern leaves, hidden in the shade minus the rate at which he draws breath. Here, with adrenaline running hot through his veins does he tuck himself amongst their earthy embrace, gazing wide eyed unto the world, unable to speak or move as he beholds it's grandeur, his tiny ribcage heaving and his mind all but blown.

ooc// Bear with me on the quality of these, its been about half a year since I've written anything xD

The fawn lay peacefully among the ferns, drowsily nuzzling the plants growing on her shoulders. She still had almost no grasp on language except for the occasional bleat or honk that would escape her throat but so far she had managed to get by.

She was beginning to drift off into a nap when a crack followed by frightened bleating and scratching caused her to snap awake and the young elk stumbled onto her hooves awkwardly, gangly legs shifting to follow the noises to find whatever was causing them.

She soon found a shattered chrysalis.

She knew what it was - she had broken out of one herself not too long ago, but the baby was nowhere to be seen. The fawn looked around before she gave a little bleat, hobbling around the chrysalis quizzically.

@Judas

The world is a place of giants and he is but a dust mite beneath the canopy. Flanks heaving, the fawn's ice blues blink rapidly, trying to understand his predicamint. His limbs are a catastrophe - crooked, unstable support beams that tremble and shake beneath his miniscule weight. All knees and hooves, he feels terrifically helpless, even from the cover of the ferns from which he peers up at the great trees above him, dressed in their mossy best. Amongst the race of his mind and the hot churn of adrenaline, there is some comfort to be found here, as the minutes drag by and his breath begins to slow. His body might be meek, but there is something comforting, he finds, in the solidarity beneath his feet. The earth was lush - a spongey mixture of grass and moss beneath his hooves that seemed to steady his massive world, in its own way. Experimentally, he draws a deep breath to further the sensation, drawing it's fine and earthy musk down into his belly, finding he rather enjoyed it. His brand new lungs delight in the activity: there was a small measure of comfort, then, to be taken in this enormous world and the thought brings a ghost of a smile to his lip.

Tentatively, he raises a single hoof, taking a clumsy step forward, then another, attempting to imagine the earth beneath him as a solid anchor when a quiet bleat to his immediate right startles him and he attempts to poorly dart away, tumbling over his own feet in the process and uttering a frightened bay. The moss acted as something of a cusheon, and he is grateful for it as he strikes the ground in a tangled heap of limbs, glancing quick;y around until he spies a creature not unlike himself. His brows furrow, unsure of this new phonomenon, but unable to raise himself in time to bound away. He stares for a minute, attempting to work his dumb tongue into some form of sound until, at last, words tumble stupidly forth. "H-Hello?" He stammers, the effort in itself exhausting. His tenor is one of shrill bewilderment, fright licking at it's childish pitch and he dislikes it almost immediately, running a tongue over his dry lips and tries again. "Hello?" He utters, the tone much more neutral the second time which he decides is acceptable for the time being and fixes the other fawn with a curious look.

@Isi

The fawn was silent for a while, ears flicking quietly. "Hello?" she repeated simply - almost clear in the tone she used that she had no clue what the word meant. Regardless, the thought of communication seemed to excite the fawn somewhat as she bounced around briefly, bleating.

"Hello, hello! Hello-hello-hello! H-Hello!" the fawn continued before she came to a stop, looking at Judas. She tilted her head briefly before she hobbled forward again, apparently waiting for him to speak with wide eyes.

@Judas