~ Pebble ~ Female ~ Pansexual ~
The creek babbled noisily as she slowly and carefully made her way over the slick, gray rocks that created an almost perfect pathway to the other side. Pebble could hear other Deersserts chattering just slightly over the rumble of the clear water, but she pushed the sound from her mind until all she could hear was the nature around her. She'd been at the picnic long enough, now it was time to escape to her own idea of an oasis - out here, where the trees filtered the light into beautiful shadows beneath her hooves and she could hear animals calling faintly to each other from the branches high above her head, just flashes of fur and feathers as she glanced up to seek them.
Out here, somehow, she felt more like herself than anywhere else. When she was surrounded by the others with smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes and overly excited voices over mundane sorts of conversations, it was almost like someone was playing a joke on her by putting her somewhere she clearly didn't belong. She liked them well enough, but they weren't genuine in the way that nature was - it didn't know any other way to be!
Once in a while, a leaf would flutter down, and Pebble saw that the transition was starting, the leaves slowly changing from their slick green to crunchy orange, yellow, red. Her favorite time of year was fast approaching. Even though she adored summer with it's fruits and sunny skies, or spring with it's beautiful flowers, there was something about fall. It was so peaceful. Fewer deersserts ventured outside, there was less bad weather than spring's showers or summer's days when it was almost too hot to set foot anywhere outdoors. Even the animals seemed to be shushed just a bit, too busy preparing for winter's long days to bother those who just wanted to stroll.
On those sorts of days, she'd gather up a notebook and some snacks into a backpack and just go. It didn't matter where, she'd wander off into lands unknown until she found somewhere suitable. If she was feeling up to it, she'd even bring some supplies for making jewelry, and let nature inspire her choices in beads and such.
No one ever found her in those spots, like magic had somehow sealed her off from the real world for just a few blissful minutes. Like it knew she needed a quick recharging so she could be the sweet, happy to help deerssert that everyone else needed her to be. Not that she minded, it just got tiring sometimes, and this brought her back to full charge quick. She'd come back with a few new stories, or a bracelet, smiling from ear to ear like she'd won the lottery.
On principle, she never told a living soul about any of those spots.