[B]Dream of new life [Whorled X Half Truth]

[Shaddaling]

Whorled's children had grown and left for their own adventures, yes he saw Vapor at times, but his Kio son was an adult now and Whorled was not into competitive sports like his child. He sighed, walking along the swamp, enjoying the slowly turning season as the winter because to warm and the swamp dried up a bit, as much as the swamp ever dried up. It at least made it easy to walk through as he sought out a kin to speak to about his and Breath's upcoming clutch.

He was going to be a parent again. It was thrilling and he wanted the best for his children in these times, it would be warmish by the time they came but still, Whorled wanted the best for them, and that met finding a Legendary.

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[Scaramouche Fandango]

Half Truth was dozing. Well, not exactly dozing. She was laying there, yes, and her eyes were shut, but she was actually quite awake. Just relaxing in the early breezes of spring, letting the air play through her fur and feathers. Life was returning to the swamp; it had never really gone away, but it had been quite dormant, and she could feel green things pushing their way through the earth. And if the evenings at the Winter Market had been any indication, there would be other lives pushing their way through as well. Eggs, sacs, lambs– there were always so many in spring!

Something was pulling at her as well, a life in flux. Not internal, but outside; there was someone seeking her, eager to ask for something for the life they were ushering into the world. She stretched, then rose to her feet, shaking herself a little. Resolutely, she started walking. She'd find them soon enough, this new parent-to-be.

[Shaddaling]

With such a large group, perhaps the beginning of a tribe, Legion was possessive with all she consider hers in the swamp, but also strong and brave and led them far and wide giving them knowledge, lead to a lot of gossip. Who had been blessed by who, who had flirted with the blessed ones of the swamp while pregnant, who had known them before. So Whorled has a faint idea as who it was he could just make out.

Maybe.

Okay, so it was hard to pin point in the mass muddle of gossip who this could be. Outside of possibly friendly, and something about caimans? He couldn't remember if they were tasty or a do not eat. Not that the group really would listen to that advice since Howlback and her group regularly targeted young inexperience mothers to lead off and steal their eggs. He just ate them on occasional.

Okay, he was getting all sorts of turned around here. "Good day, possible blessed one." Maybe. They would find him after all. That was how these things worked and always worked. "I hope the spring weather has found you well."

[Scaramouche Fandango]

She chuckled. Blessed one. There might be some like her out there who insisted on formality, but she wasn't one of them. "No need to stand on formality, friend! I'm Half Truth. It's a lovely day, isn't it? The plants are waking up, and soon everything will be awash in flowers and blossoms. Early spring's so nice for that feeling of anticipation." She gave him a knowing look, up and down. Yes, this was a father-to-be. "You're here on behalf of your own anticipation, aren't you?"

[Shaddaling]

"It truly is. Spring brings such a wonderful array of things." New food and new life, though that was rather obvious. "Yes, and probably a good portion of the swamp, spring is the season of new life. It is just such a wonderful time to raise a clutch." Whorled gave a soft chuckle. "She's beautiful and perhaps it was just a fling of passion." He switched his tail, thinking of the soft beautiful doe. "But, I've come seeking a blessing for our children. If you would be so kind?"