This was a familiar form.

A familiar voice and warmth returned to her recently, the father of her children and long time friend, reunited with the summer winds, and with him, the renewed desire to grow her little family. Following the little clicks and noises that her small crew of beetles, on their little wild goose chase, she thought about the many things that she could hope for her future brood.

Strength?

That came naturally.

Warmth?

The Sun always cast down on her, so she was certain it would for them also.

Maybe to find their way easily, unlike how her starts were.

Whatever it was, Tall assumed that she'd figure it out, through the will of the Motherfather, at least.

There was a new voice for the Totoma to meet, arriving on gentle hoofsteps and a rustle of brush.

“Good morning,” it said.

Soft, polite, motherly.

Friendly.

wander wrote: ↑Mon Aug 21, 2023 6:25 am