It's night when she finds herself with company. The giant moth lands upon her back and she feels content. She's expecting children with a buck that reminds her of night and fireflies. And where there should be anxiety, should be fears and concerns, there are none. Just a peacefulness that lingers like the perfect breeze in a summer heat.

Still, she has wishes for her children. Simple things, mostly, like enjoying moments and creating bonds, the enjoyment of the sun warming their pelt or burrowing into snow, experiencing emotions and believing in love. She hopes they will fly, knows there will be times they crash and stumble and ache, but never fear to try again.

There aren't words, instead, just soft vocalizations of music. It's enough to convey such desires to the Legendary that has been touched and chosen by the motherfather. And even as he beings to drift into slumber, he lets his wings droop to embrace her. The children will be adventurous and true to their hearts, cherishing moments and friends, and as they experience heartache, they will never be afraid to move on.

Sometime words aren't needed. Night has its own rituals. Cicadas harmonize as crickets strike a tempo. Owls call and frogs creak. And nestled in the midst is the same desire of all. To live and take flight underneath the Motherfather's love.