Welcome to Gaia! ::

Evening Fog grinned back at the buck by her side. It was a little silly perhaps, but in her own way she was as happy as he. It was her first clutch and as young as she was, she thrilled to feel that stirring of life within her. Already she felt blessed by the MotherFather.

Sleep Dust's eager enthusiasm only made her happier that she had brought the news to him. She was quiet for a time, as was her way, before she smiled up at him and responded. "If your mother believes they are around here I feel we should trust her judgement."

The attention he paid to her was flattering, and she felt she'd made the right choice in him. She was a creature of the swamps though and it would take more than the usual brush to upset her balance. Evening Fog stepped carefully and slowly. From what she had been told, it was less the search and more the desire that drew the legendary kimeti to a hopeful doe.

"To be able to take another form..." She mused, unsure of how she felt of the idea. Natural curiosity ate at her, yet she also felt a reservation, a love of her own body and who she was.

He nodded at her statement. His mother seemed to know a thing or two about blessings. He smirked at the thought of his half siblings running through the swamp themselves. Before he could really respond, a thought hit him and he looked down at a foxbun.
"Hello to you." The expression was enough for him to know that they had found one. "I hope we are not intruding or disturbing you." Now and again, Sleep Dust has heard you give a Legendary a small gift, too. His eyes turned to look back, wondering if Small Steps found what he had asked.

Fish Bones shakes his head, You're no bother, its a joy to meet new kin. Fish Bones looks from one to the other, wondering if they'll make the request or wait for him to suggest it. Some seem to like to ask and others to wait, as if asking for a blessing is a burden to him. Never, he thinks, blessings are a gift and easy enough to give. The thought that they are waiting on a gift for him doesn't occur to Fish Bones. He never expects gifts in return, though he won't refuse one that is offered. So he watches the two patiently, trying to gauge their moods and reactions.

Dust had explained the situation, and even thanked the foxbun, but hadn't actually asked the question. Evening Fog touched him with her nose affectionately. "We've come to ask for your blessing if you'd be so kind as to grant it."

The green and yellow mare watched Small Steps passage with interest. A Vine? She tucked that little bit of information away in her mind for future reference. Evening Fog was thankful that Dust had at least thought to have his eaglehound bring something.

Dust didn't understand the vine much himself, at first, but it could be useful. "Thank you." It was a relief to hear those words. He rubbed against Evening, knowing she had heard as well.

As the foxbun took off with the vine, did Dust realize that it was a sentimental thing of his. He had found it close to his resting place and was using it as something to keep drier when it rained. Laughing as he knew the chosen one would find more use for it. "Later, my friend."