Evening Tide wasn't sure who came up with the idea in the beginning. It had been the three of them, Cypress, Cloud Walker and himself, who had almost literally run into each other at a mangrove copse, and had struck up a conversation. They had spoken of many things, and someone--probably Cypress, the sneaky advice-imparting buck--had suggested they host a gathering of Kimeti for the sole purpose of meeting does. Tide hadn't really thought of meeting does in anything other than a cordial, platonic fashion, but hey, even if he didn't have a meeting that ended in further population of the Swamp, he might make friends, and friends could be tolerated for the periods of time he didn't want to be alone. So they spread the word about the gathering and hoped that Kimeti would show up.Cloud Walker's only desire was for the females to be pretty and intelligent. That was all. Truly, so long as one or two had acceptable levels of beauty (read: on par with his own majestic visage), he would put up with this ridiculous scheme of the dark Kimeti. But Swamp help the black and green creature if there were no conversationalists worth Cloud's time... 
