[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... ncert2.png[/imgleft]The early spring sun hung brightly in the sky, snowmelt dripping, forming puddles to nourish the fresh grass below. Love was in the air. Watch could feel the sweet taste of it on his tongue. He smiled, looking back fondly on his own spring memories, his Rain. Right now, she was away, becoming her own kimeti, forging her own path through the tall grass that was life. And so, Watch was off doing what he did best. His beak tucked under his wing, he watched the world turn, each moment another sentence to add to its beautiful story.

He was watching as the long-haired buck wandered by, his wide eyes searching, longing. Ah, he was the one who had called. Well, he thought as he lifted his head and stretched out his long neck, fluffing up his feathers with a shake, the Swamp had heard him. And here he was, his red eyes streaming with potent magic.

'What is it you yearn for, Young One,' His voice echoed like waves on sand, rippling through the buck's mind.

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A beautiful red-eyed crane spoke to him, and Longing for More brightened immediately. He was so fortunate to be answered so quickly. "What don't I yearn for? The Motherfather knows... but I yearn for romance, and dreams, and safety. I think, of everything..." He trailed off. He felt like there was very little he wouldn't ask for, if he thought he could get it. The little touches, the sweet scent of his mate, her wide eyes matching his. "My mate is worried. She frightens easily... I want her to have one less worry about our children."

He looked at the lovely crane, trying to be as respectful as he could. "Would you be able to help?"

@Blinded By Silence

[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... ncert3.png[/imgleft]The crane blinked slowly, a chuckle rolled like waves on stone in the buck's mind, 'Mayhaps,' he thought to the young wantling as he shook out his feathers and spread his wings. The wind stirred, carrying with it the sting of sea spray and the scent of salt brine, despite being no where near the ocean. Feathers became fur and in that slow, deliberate blink, the crane became a stag.

Watch stepped forward, shaking out his ling silvery mane. The markings on his pelt rippled like light on the surface of still water, rolling over his white fur like waves. His eyes opened and the light of a sunset seen from miles away shone through them, trailing like a thick mist. "Your desires outweigh you, but my blessing I will give." From his mouth, that red fog fell with each word, pooling and spreading between the two kin. Every breath shaped it, each sentence directing, breathing life into the shadows that formed.

"Tell your mate to not be ashamed, for one cannot be called brave without being afraid. You will have many children. Stong, vivacious," As he spoke, the figures of small foals lifted from the fog. Their laughter echoed around them as they ran and played amongst themselves, moving too swiftly to give a proper count of them, "But take care for what you wish for, young buck. For those who live a life free of fear will not know how to respond when the need arises." And with a swift movement, the fog swirled, enveloping the shadow-children with a sudden silence.

While this was a warning, the stag's presence was not ominous, nor was there a hint of threat. He offered the new father a knowing smile, "All will be well as long as you put all those wants to good use. Long for your children's success, wish for them to become well rounded individuals and yearn for their happiness. Do this, for that is your duty as a father." He nodded to the buck and craned his long neck, shuffling his weathered nose beneath the wing of his mantled crane. From there, he selected a single feather, long and well shaped. Gentle, he laid it at the buck's hooves and took a slow step back before turning away.

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The stag was just as, if not more beautiful than the crane he just was. Yearn watched him, starry-eyed, enraptured by his words. Yes, Shattered shouldn't feel badly for her fear, yes, he would help raise his children to be strong and beautiful and full of life and wonder. He would wish more carefully. He followed the foggy ghost-imprint of his future children, his mouth parted slightly.

"There is nothing I want more," he said quietly, and he knew it to be true. He only wanted the very best for his children, and his lovers, and all those he cared for. "I'll do all I can." He picked up the feather carefully, and watched the great stag leave, feeling the blessing like a physical weight on his heart. "Thank you," he said, dipping his head as the legendary left him.

@Blinded By Silence (ty so much!!)

[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... ncert2.png[/imgleft]As the stag walked away, he looked over his shoulder at the pastel buck behind him, "Then all will be well. Take care, young one."

Slowly, his fur became sea spray and feathers. With a few beats of his powerful wings, As the Sun Burns took to the skies once agian.

@purplerosesbeauty (NP! This was fun, thank you <3)