[BLESS] Troupe Laughter (Steps into the Light x Fiend)

[anemosagkelos]

Steps into the Light frowned which was a very unusual look upon his normal smiling face. He'd found a beautiful buck and he very much wanted children with him but the buck had been insistent that they would need a blessing first. Which had sounded like the easier task when one of them would need to find a transformation flower to make this work. Until the clown acha had actually started to look for a Legendary from which to get a blessing from. And who even got a blessing before they were expecting? That felt a little like cheating but Felled Totem had insisted...

[fluo]

Fiend was really into grooming himself lately. He's not sure how it started, but figured it must have been when he woke up as a muskwolf. Since then, smells were very interesting and he had to sniff all the things and butts. Kin didn't always like that. But he was a kin and more. A delightful long lick of his haunches, he finally hears company, and it's definitely not Goosebumps, his trusty but unpredictable companion. Whoever it was, they were making a lot of noise coming through the flower meadow stomping like that.

"Yooooooo, what are you doing?" is what he wanted to say, but in his form, it came out as a bark and a yip instead. Of course. Limitations and all that. He shifted to his stag form and tried again.

"Heyyy, what did the flowers ever do to you?"

[anemosagkelos]

"What?" the reaction was instinctive, and wide eyes blinked at the stag, "what flowers?" The clown acha was at a loss for what the stag was even talking about. There were flowers? Where? And what had he done to such flowers that the stag was accusing him of something?

[fluo]

"Look down! The flowers. You never know when a transformation flower may pop up. You totally just stepped all over them." Fiend stilled. Wait, the flowers were over there. And he was over here. He was immediately glad he wasn't prone to sniffing in this form. Come to think of it, even the eaglehound form had the same set of priorities. He could memorize most scents and in his other forms, smell was more acute. Oh.

"Hmmmm, yeah."

[anemosagkelos]

Steps into the Light furrowed his brow, "How did you know I was thinking about transformation flowers?" He paused, "did I say all of that aloud?" he wondered as he felt his entire body flush in embarrassment.

[fluo]

"Transformation flowers are pretty handy though becoming rarer as it soon gets cold. Might as well get yours now while they're easier to find. What do you need a transformation for?" Fiend's smile got larger as he teased the acha.

[anemosagkelos]

"Oh," the buck flushed more, "well, I met this buck. He's very pretty. All pink and blushy, with a long tail, but I want babies and, well . . ." He didn't really need to finish the sentence to explain that two bucks could not have babies without a little help. "He wants me to get a blessing to ensure if we have a clutch they'll be healthy and he said he would find a flower. Though now I wonder who of us would even be the mother. That seems like a lot more work than being the father . . ."

"Do you know—" the clown's mouth dropped open, comedic, as he seemed to realize, finally, that the stag had not been a stag the entire time. "Oh Motherfather, you're a Legendary!"

[fluo]

"That I am," replied Fiend. And with a head swish and a practice bow, Fiend the stag shifted to his first other form- all feathers and fur, he gave a playful bark before running in place and changing into a muskwolf. Wagging this tail as well, he jumped up and down to play growl before sitting down on his haunches. Shifting finally to his Stag form, his stomach rumbled. Well, might as well get this over. It had been fun.

"Oh, he must be pretty special for you to go through all this work. The best kin usually are. And if you're lucky, perhaps you'll find a transformation flower on your way home. I smell one around here anyway. Better get it before a certain spectral owlcat makes off with it. That one is fond of playing tag. " Shaking his head with a flourish, Fiend ruminated on what kind of blessing he would give out. The seasons have been good to the kin in the swamp and elsewhere. They thrived, food was plentiful, and famine happened rarely. What he might have blessed a clutch with back then would change with the seasons. He liked to give them the tools to prepare for life in the swamp or wherever they wished to go. Some even made their home among the waters on floating islands or nearby rafts. There. he had it.

"May your clutch be blessed with cunning and luck. They will be resilient and resourceful and no matter how the tide rolls, they'll come up better for it."

There. Now he could go back to what he was doing. Diving into a nearby flower bush, he shifted form to that of a muskwolf and began his cleaning once more. One delicious lick at a time.

[anemosagkelos]

Steps into the Light grinned, "Thank you!" Although the stag was already gone, he was sure he would hear his sentiment. With that said and the blessing received, he dashed off to tell Felled Totem the grand news!