Children had never occurred to him, which may have been the most absurd thing ever to be thinking as he gazed down at the delicate doe that slumbered beside him. She was expecting children. Of him, and her. That last part was a little redundant but nonetheless it circled through his mind.He was young and yet his memories of childhood were long forgotten. He vaguely remembered his parents and siblings, knew them in a sense, but he had rushed headlong into adulthood. Sprung away from the safe in attempt to make himself brave, strong, and now he wished he'd stayed awhile longer. Committed things to memory; knew what the hell it was he was doing.
With a sigh, he rested his chin gently upon the doe's crown. There was nothing to be done about it now and he wouldn't have changed it if he could. He liked this doe and children made her happy. Perhaps though he would like to know that they would all survive his absence of knowledge. He doubted she'd be happy if he accidentally led to all to death.
It was like this that Travels in Circles found him. A moth once free and wayward, tethered to a path that led to a slumbering... The stag formed and shook himself as he stared at the pair. He'd thought them a splendid pile of fluff or perhaps a giant sea shell. Merely kin then but even that was not so ordinary as before. Expectant parents, he felt, shaken in the storm of uncertainty and he smiled. He could help with that."Embrace the winds of change like raindrops and you will grow lovely plants," he told the sleeping duo. "I like apple trees and willows, they're very nice. One for food and one for shade." What more could a kin ask for, really. He knew the Motherfather would do its best to make the children healthy and resilient. And really, he sensed these lives to be full of endless possibilities. The parents however...
Travels twitched until he was a moth and draped himself over the couple. He could grant them a hug better this way.
