
Fault of the Father always had hang-ups involving the possibility of having his own children--what with the nonchalant attitude that his mother had to coupling with any buck that would take her fancy and the fact that she never spoke of his own father who had plagued his dreams since his childhood. But a chance encounter with the most interesting doe he had ever met now puts him in a situation where he might become something he has feared all his life--a father.
Hundreds of thoughts raced through his mind as he wandered out hunting today. What does it take to be a good father? Is his presence in the lives of his children enough? What is it that he should give them? How should he treat them? What should he expect from them? How will he feel when they are here? It was all too much. Even more questions pop up just as he tries to think of how to answer the one prior.
He wanted to speak to someone about it--seek advice from someone who had a normal upbringing or some extraordinary wisdom. His mother never really liked talking about the ascended, but he had heard from other kin enough to know that these special kin would help those who had these question like him.
So he made the decision to seek on out and ask his questions and maybe, just maybe, they could give him some clarity and his future children something that would make their lives better than his own.