[BRP] Taking Root x Tidal Terror

[Illusei]

Even the air stood still, so peaceful it was in this early morning. Taking Root was already up, even earlier than she usually is. She was not alone however; the birds woke before her and she could hear the gentle buzz of dragonflies flitting about the swamp.

Taking Root took her time as she searched for suitable materials for her nest. Soft moss for little heads to rest on, sturdy branches to keep its shape, leaves for warmth. She had grown quite large and she moved slowly. There was no need to rush anyway. Taking Root had been building it with care over the past few months, and it was nearly ready. It will be a good, warm place to raise her foals once they were ready to come into this world.

There were other things to be done. She needed to be eating well for her foals and she was growing hungry. She was also due for a bath. She headed back towards her nest, satisfied with her morning bounty.

Silently, she sent a little prayer to the Legendary Ones that her foals be well and plentiful. She had faith they were listening.

[Gl!tch~]

As fortune would have it, a legendary kin was wandering about nearby.

As fortune would further have it, said legendary was out looking for nesting materials herself.

Tidal Terror spent much of her life being practical, as well as a bit willful.

Having her own foals on the way did not keep her from being self-sufficient (to the chagrin of her entire family).

And so she approached, slow and lumbering herself, feeling more like a tortoise than a totoma.
Which was a very strange way to feel, considering her abilities.

"Hail and well-met!" she called, internally begging to not need to chase after this kiokote in her current state.

[Illusei]

Taking Root was in fact not thinking to run. She was rather stopped in her tracks in awe. She had faith the Legendary Ones were listening, but she did not expect one to appear before her.

She could tell the legendary too was carrying foals. She knew that slow gait well, how strange it was to be in a changing body that was doing much more and in other ways, could do less. She felt connected to this kin through this shared experience.

"It is an honor to be met by you," she said, waiting (her building materials now at her feet as an offering, should the other kin want it) as the Totoma walked towards her.