[Kieran was a very busy deer this morning. With a little help from some obliging 'saurs, he has been informed as to how to make a network post.

The few people who got to know him might pick up that he's apparently trying out a new image -- the heavy winter jacket and shaggy long hair have been shed, his skin lost that pale hue apparently overnight, and he's got some decidedly feminine flowers decorating his hair. It's... uh... an interesting look.]

Today, spring begins! This day is a very important one to me, and I want very much to share it with everyone in this realm! Spring means a lot to my kind. This is the season when the fawns are born, and the life the cold silenced cautiously breaks the surface again. It's the end of the winter struggle, and even if we emerge from it humbled, we emerge victorious.

I wonder just how many of you are attuned to the spring? It's hard to guess what everyone's patron season is when you're not Sawsbucks, but I've been trying my best. The spring-hearted among you should be really happy today!

[A pause. Oh! Right! Not everyone comes from his backwoods little herd.]

Ah... I guess I should explain what I mean, huh? I really shouldn't say all of it, but I can say some. Being spring-hearted means a lot of very wonderful things! The spring-hearted among us are easily the most selfless. This is the season of a modest, patient conquest over adversity, not a calamitous war. Their season is one that marks an end to suffering, and generativity and rebirth. The spring-hearted are the nurturers, the ones who build the herd up, the bringers of peace... and most importantly, they're the bearers of hope. It's a very big honor to be spring-hearted, and even if you haven't had a season make its mark on you yet... if you ask me, there's no harm in trying to be a little spring-hearted, is there?

[Silence. Kieran sits there for a bit, staring blankly at the screen.]

...Um... I'm sorry. I don't quite know how to turn this off.

Spring!
A nameless hill
in the haze.

[There is a pause.]

I thought I would try my paw at a bit of poetry, but I'm not sure I'm quite suited for it.

That said, 'tis the season when life begins anew, especially for our verdant friends. The Guardian Sapling a few of you helped me plant a few months ago has reached full maturity already, and so Sakuya may watch over us from afar. Perhaps the distortion of time and space aided with that...

That out of the way, I have a question for you... what are your more long-term plans for the season, friends?

((ooc: poem source because i couldn't think of one myself...))

At 7:00am on Sunday, March 18th, Max was a charizard.

At 7:01am on Sunday, March 18th, Max was no longer a charizard.

At 7:02am on Sunday, March 18th, after the initial shock of being a regular guy again wore off, Max realized that he had been a giant dick to some people. Especially to Char.

And so some things had to happen.

[Message Posted to the School Interwebs]:

Hey I'm back to normal. If I was a dick to you and you want to talk about it, I'll come over and talk about it with you. Sorry if I was a dick to you. I'll be visitin' some people pretty soon if you see this before I get there, you probably already know who you are.

( Note to Sasha shoved under her door )

( Note to Vincent von Vinesaur shoved under his door )

( Visit to Char's room. )