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It was time, again, she felt.
Summer Solstice had made fast friends with a lovely buck, almost a kinship - from long talks about the different seasons, to memories of childhood - the spark of kindred spirits had flourished in to another chance of motherhood. This time, she would be having them so close to her namesake that it felt almost like fate.
With a mouth full of young flowers in bloom, she went hunting for one of they were connected to the Motherfather, hoping to make a simple wish for her new brood.