Night arrived once more and, for the third time, he found he was not alone. Rather than the moth he had come to expect, a stag greeted him. Where he was all muted sunlight cast against snow, this Legendary was blood red and he could not help that his attention from the stars faltered to watch him. He kind of hated it even as he enjoyed the company. Especially with--"You're the first kin I have ever seen melt," Travels in Circles commented as his ears perked. "You're very dry for a melting kin...""I'm just very happy and very nervous," the buck chuckled, the skin of his cheeks flaming in embarrassment. Every time he thought of Sacred Soil, his legs turned boneless and he sunk to the ground. "I'm going to be a mommy and my mate is going to be a daddy!" he crowed and then stopped. That might have come out wrong.
"I've never been a mommy before."
"Me neither," Stardrawn laughed. He hadn't even been a father. Not yet. But soon. "Will they be all right? The children, I mean..."
"They will; your children shall be healthy and happy. Little snow flowers grown where falling stars land! Just like you and your love." He grinned, pleased at the notion. Previously the buck had spoken at length about his love of soil. It only seemed fitting that flowers should grow of it. And really he thought his mother would be proud of how much sense he was making.
"Thank you," the buck smiled. He turned his attention back to the sky. And he was not surprised when the flutter of wings met his ears. He supposed the stag had finished what he needed to.
