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 Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 4:45 pm
 There it was again. A familiar twinge in her stomach not related to any hunger pain -- she had spent near an hour taking in mushrooms (of all the strange things) and then take the opportunity to indulge in some meat from whatever it had been. But then it was not unknown to her. No, it was all too -- she sighed, only able to think that it seemed so soon. Well then, perhaps she would need to seek out Only Broken Bones to tell him. Although first, first she might ask how one found those -- what had the kimeti called them? Legendaries -- to bless her like the last time. If only she felt like moving...
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 5:52 pm
 There is a rustling from the bushes and out pokes a little green head. The foxbun sniffs in Do-or-Die's direction before coming all the way out. Fish Bones takes several minutes to study the doe, she is the first Totoma he'd seen, then cautiously approaches her. He wonders if she suspects she carries new life. Instead of asking, he simply hops up to her and places a paw on her shoulder. Hello. Fish Bones thinks to the doe, ready to scamper off a safe distance if she startles.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 6:10 pm
She had begun to doze when she heard the rustling and upon seeing the green headed foxbun decided it wasn't a threat. In letting her eyes slip shut, she was curious to feel something against her shoulder -- eyes lifting to see the same foxbun. But it was the voice that made her body tense, almost rigid, and eyes go wide. Oh f--had she eaten the wrong mushrooms after all?
It was the memory of the owlcat who had become a mare that made her response. "Hello...," her voice drew out, making it clear that she couldn't help thinking she was going mad.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 7:14 pm
Fish Bones gives a grin at her. I thought you might wish to speak to one of the MotherFather's chosen. he sends to her, surprising himself. It isn't like Fish Bones to come outright to a doe. He watches her, not sure now what to do. It's still possible she doesn't suspect she's with child, but Fish Bones has a feeling she knows. Suspects, at the very least. It's not just the feel of her thoughts - not that he can read her mind, just get a feeling of what she's feeling - but there is also a look about her. Like this doe has had babies before, and if that's true then she'd probably know she may be expecting again. Or, perhaps, she is trying to conceive again. Kin usually seek out Stags and Mares only when they are expecting, but Fish Bones had heard stories of Kin seeking out legendaries when they are attempting to have children.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 7:32 pm
She could not help wondering how it seemed they know where they were needed. It must have been a useful instinct. But she felt her head nod, "Yes. I believe I am to have children, again...," her voice trailed off, unsure of how one went about this. "The last time a mare appeared as if by magic. And now, you." Another pause, one which would allow the foxbun to see uncertainty in her eyes. "Will you bless my children?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 7:53 pm
Fish Bones nods, his grin fading to a gentle smile while he puts the words together. May your children be strong of body and character. There, that felt right for such a war-like branch of the MotherFather's children.
His task complete, Fish Bones gives one fleeting thought to snuggle down with the doe. It has become something of a habit, at least when he feels the doe would welcome it. But here he hesitates, from what he has heard the Totoma seldom like coddling. Instead he gives Do-or-Die another smile and a pat on her shoulder. Then he scampers back to the brush, stopping to look back a last time before diving into it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 8:11 pm
The nerves about the blessing melt away and she smiled her thanks at the little foxbun. Then she voiced it, "Thank you," feeling a smile was not enough.
For a moment it seemed the foxbun might stay before it began to leave with a mere pat on her shoulder. If he had asked, she would have let him nap with her. But as it was, she let her head dip and her eyes close. Impending motherhood was tiring.
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