Desire had hunted and hunted for the perfect buck to seed her desire and after many moons of hunting she had finally found one that brought her the end result she had been seeking. He had been stunning, almost as stunning as her. She'd never admit something so devious, but it didn't matter now. They had parted ways, and now she was on a new hunt. She had plans and these plans would not go be able to proceed as she'd desire without it. She had only stumbled upon that bird per chance that night so long ago, but she'd do it again. However, songbird after songbird she soon found this task to be tedious and without reward driven by nothing but desire.
The desire had her looking solely for songbirds, ignoring everything else that may fly in the sky, unaware of the fluttering moth flapping about her head. It wasn't until the moth was so bold to sit on top of her smooth horns did she notice it, and draw her head back to attempt to send it away. Her attempt did nothing to scare the creature away, persisting until it caused Desire to flail about rather unattractively as she struggled. She had things to do!
"Get off before I eat you!" She demanded.
The moth would not leave though, and soon it began to shake its dust all over the doe's head, making sure it thoroughly covered her. How dare this bird threaten to eat her. It continued, until satisfied, and then because to flutter more out of what seemed to be spite. It may have appeared to be spite to the doe but Stargarden the Moth was actually dancing. He could hear the beat of what would soon be children fluttering all around this bird and it excited his very essence. Pregnant mothers were always so moody, the moth had decided. Perhaps more children would make a happy bird?
Desire had been trying to move on and talk to a songbird that had flown over head but instead she found herself with a moth once again on top of her head. She wasn't pleased, and she found herself becoming furious over such a thing. She tried to take a breath, and calm herself. Surprisingly, she soon found herself becoming calm, quite calm. Unknown to her, Stargarden was giving her a nice, quiet blessing. A relaxing, nicely toned will of his mind. He wished the bird serenity, as well as babies. Four sacs would be born from this doe. Or by Stargarden's mind, four eggs.
Quickly, the Stargarden Moth fluttered off Desire's head and took off back into the sky leaving her confused, but strangely relaxed. She felt lighter like a bird, and for some reason she felt heavier at the same time. The desire to find the bird was subsiding and her longing to run in the sky growing. She was conflicted, and instead her body slowly found its way to the ground and her eyes glued to the sky. A wingless bird could not fly no matter what may will it to, but her heart felt like it could fly and that was something the doe had not felt in a long, long time.
