[BLESS] Like a Waterfall (Trick Sight x Giveforward)
Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2025 11:12 pm

A new moon signified a new beginning. And what was more of a new beginning than children? It thrilled him, terrified him, left him confounded and delirious.
The sky, unlit and hidden by clouds, was dark. Dark like his readings, like their mother. It threaded through past and present and future. What that exactly meant, well it remained to be seen. At least, by him. It was, perhaps, the biggest flaw of his talent that he could not answer his own questions or see his own future. He wasn't yet sure if he could see theirs.
Trick Sight lowered his gaze from the sky and turned his sight towards Dark Arts. She was asleep, thankfully, but she'd spoken of the discomfort and the hunger and the uncertainty. He struggled with it and felt guilty for doing so. He left it unvoiced for that reason. She deserved someone confident and steadfast in her pregnancy. Knowledge or reassurance. Far more than bark or leaves or stars could tell him.
He would have to find a Legendary.
It took two days of gathering offerings from himself and Dark Arts. During that time, he listened to the wind and the stones, the water and sun, to determine where to search. Perhaps he could have asked someone, but this felt like something he had to do alone. For himself and for her, but mostly for them.
As the sun rose in the east, he set off in that direction. A new day dawned; it was a bit like having a child. And while the apple seeds had indicted success in this endeavor, it never hurt to have a bit of extra hope.

She could visit the ocean and she her daughter-niece again. She hadn't yet had time to see the new whales Breach had discovered. Perhaps one of them would be a good fit for her. A sea turtle might be nice or an otter . . . There were quite a few options actually. Until then, she'd have to do with her mare form—she doubted a songbird would swim well and the jackalope would attract too much attention.
With a deep breath, she rushed out from the shade and jumped into the nearest water she could find. It wasn't as cool as she'd have liked, but it was cooler than the air. And it'd been awhile since she'd spoken with the caiman and the watersnakes. She spent much more time in the air or on land. Yes, expanding her horizons was a good thought to be explored later.
It was a bit tiring, she found, when the feeling of need struck her. A rush thrummed though her body and instantly her mood jumped, no longer caring about the heat or the swim or really anything at all. At least, nothing seemed bad to her. (Not that things often did anyway, but still . . . ) With a much needed burst of energy, the mare vanished as a songbird appeared above the water. A happy trill sounded as the songbird's wings fluttered and then it zipped off in search of the one in need.
The buck was easy to spot. He was a pale rainbow of white, blue, and purple. Almost a shimmer, he reminded her of snow and ice and water. Of the moon, too.
She landed before the spread of offerings he had arranged before him. There was a jagged but polished crystal that sparkled in the sunlight that dappled against the stone's surface. It wasn't quite iridescent or opal, but it was quite pretty and rather larger than she'd seen before. Or perhaps that was only because it was sat next to a yellowed caiman tooth.
A pomegranate sat next to the caiman tooth and was a strong contrast to the white peonies tied together with orange orchids. It was a bit of an eclectic collection at first glance. She wondered at their meanings or at least his reasoning for each.
"Hello," the buck's voice was smooth and warm. "Are you one of the Motherfather's chosen?" he asked gently.
Behind the songbird, a ghostly mare appeared settled on the ground.
"I am," she replied with a smile. "I am Giveforward and you are?"
"Trick Sight. I can read leaves and stones and other things. At least, sometimes," he acquiesced. "I chose these items for you. One for beauty, one for protection, a pomegranate for fertility, white peonies for new stories, and orange orchids for energy and enthusiasm. I know as new parents we'll need both," he chuckled wryly.
"You needn't have brought me anything, but, if you're sure, I shall find uses for them," she smiled, kindly.
"Thank you. It would ease my terror if you would accept them and bless the coming children." His brows furrowed, pleading and anxious.
"Your children shall be healthy and strong. They shall seek beauty and strength in their lives like their parents have, but with the knowledge that life bestows its own luck upon all that live. They shall find their talents by accepting and challenging this luck to see what naturally comes to them easy and hard. In this, they shall find resilience and kindness."
The ghostly mare rose to collect the bounty as Trick Sight let go of the breath he had been holding.
"Thank you, Giveforward. I shall bring your words back to Dark Arts so that she may rest comfortably."
"It was a joy," she replied as the two parted ways.