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He would, in time, have children; the thought had been occupying Eating the Moon for some time now. What did he want for his children? He wanted the best; good health, good fortune. A blessing, he decided. He went in search of a legendary, accordingly, seeking out hidden and mysterious places, on the vague idea that that was where he might find one of the great ones who heard the voices of the swamp itself.

Eating the Moon hears the game of tag approaching. He pauses, temporarily distracted from his Mission, and looks up to see if he can see the noisemakers; it's a quiet pleasure to watch the animals at play. He does not at all expect the crack of a branch to send one mongoose tumbling down out of the tree, right onto his back. Though he jumps, he doesn't even try to move out of the way. It's not like a falling mongoose can hurt him, and anyway, he's a softer landing spot than the stones he has been walking on.

He holds still for the small scrabbling claws to catch his fur, then hop off, and then addresses the mongoose with amusement. "That was a bit of a fall. I hope you're all right." Then he begins to turn away, clearly not expecting any kind of answer; it's only a mongoose, after all.

Eating the Moon jumps again at the unexpected answer, his ears swiveling back with startlement and then up again. Wide-eyed, he answers, "N-no, I'm not hurt. You didn't scratch me, Lady." It's a good thing she fell on him as a mongoose, he thinks stupidly, as adult kiokote are not quite so light; then again, she wouldn't have been jumping about in the trees as she is now. He's glad that he didn't say any of that out loud, as it's all rather silly.

He hesitates. He was looking for a legendary, and she must be one. He doesn't know of any other kind of kin who can change their shapes. Still, now that she's here, he isn't sure what to say, how one goes about this sort of thing. She's special, and he's not.

That feels like permission, and Eating the Moon feels better, although he hopes that she can't hear what he's thinking, because the things he's been thinking are silly. He doesn't think legendaries can do that, but ... no, no, that's a silly thought too. "Y-yes," he stammers, "may I, may I ask a blessing from you? I've been thinking about the children I will have, you see, and I haven't had any yet, but I hope I will, and I want the best for them."

"Thank you, so much," Eating the Moon says, and bows his head respectfully. "I, um, hope you won't have any more branches break for you today," he offers after a moment, unsure what else to say. Was that silly? That was probably silly, too. But he does hope that her afternoon won't be interrupted again.