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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 6:30 am
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It was in that pre-dawn light that Till worked, scratching at the dirt, pulling at weeds, tending to his garden. Only, if he were to be honest, he wasn't doing the best of jobs. He had already managed to over water a third of the herbs, pull up the petunias instead of the weeds, and currently the hole he was digging was far too deep for any seed other than a tree.
He shook his head to try and clear the fog in his mind, but it just wouldn't leave. He sighed heavily, looking down at his work before he turned to fill in yet another useless hole. His mind wasn't full of fog, it was full of bright sun light in the shape of a doe. Suncup, she had such a beautiful name. It reminded him of buttercups, and calla lilies and...
He hadn't slept well since she left, and last night he hadn't slept at all. He was stupid to think she'd stay, but still Till had let himself hope. He'd never met a doe like her before. He wondered if he would ever agian...
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 7:07 am
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Till stepped backward, blinking at the stag before him, "A f-father?" This would not be his first clutch, but it was the first he knew of. Many things flashed before his eyes, responsibility, long hours away from his garden, loud noises, bad smells, "B-but..." And then he realized something else. Suncup was the mother. She had to be, he had been with no one else. Not for a while anyway. He smiled, thinking of how beautiful Suncup's children would be, their children would be. Maybe, if he could find her agian, they could raise them together. He'd do anything for her, even give up his garden. "A father, huh? Wow. Thank you, I am much happier."
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 7:11 am
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Watch smiled, his glowing red eyes shining, "I am glad, maybe now we both can get some sleep then, eh?" He gave a deep, throaty laugh. "Now, before I go, here, take this." Watch nestled his nose into the soft feathers of his mantle and pulled free a long white feather. He rested it on the ground, "Take this and with it my blessing. May your children be as dedicated as their father and like him never be lonely again."
With that, Watch's Kimeti form faded and in a flurry of feathers, he was a crane, lifting himself high into the air.
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