Eight children. She'd had eight children and all had survived. It should have made her unable to comprehend that the ones that now swelled her belly would be different. And yet that fear that she was death itself, a curse and a killer, always flickered hauntingly in her mind.She let her chin rest on the caiman's back as it kept a watch out. Even it had a name that spoke of dying, for every time she warned it to keep far from her ("oh, don't, you'll catch your death from me") it only seemed to stay longer. How long it'd been her friend, faithfully by her side, she'd lost count. Honestly the same could be said of her--well, whatever the kiokote male was. They were fond of one another at least.
"You're not a fruit," the translucent stag moped as a brightly colored moth landed upon the doe's back. Wings fluttered down on either side of her, as if embracing the expectant mother, when she lifted her head to see who it was that spoke."N-no, I'm not. Were you looking for one?" she inquired confused.
"Not at all. You looked so blue, I thought you might be a blueberry," his head turned, "I suppose you're a bit more gray... Are there gray fruits?"
Eyes blinked, bewildered, "Not that I know of...?"
"A shame; fruit really is too sweet sometimes. I'm sure a gray fruit would be less so," he mused before shrugging, "Ah well. Is there anything you need?"
"I hoped a Legendary might bless my children..." she admitted. She did not reveal that she was wondering if a blessing from him would be such a good idea.
"Oh, I know one of those!" he grinned before remembering that he, too, was one. He chuckled at himself, eyes as amused as they always were, before lying down in front of the doe.
The stag considered her; he was new to giving blessings and was not quite sure what was expected of him. Nor did he have the thought to ask what it was the doe wanted. Instead he followed a trail only seen to him.
"Your children shall be like the purr of a cat. Always lovely to hear but impossible to mimic."
Before she could thank him--confused but thinking the sentiment quite kind--the stag was gone. Although the moth remained, it seemed to be sleeping and she didn't want to disturb it. After all, he had helped her and a nap wasn't much to ask.
