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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 3:06 pm
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Mourning Fog fluttered gently, as if the breeze alone carried him on. He was feeling a bit better lately, and set out to survey the swamp a bit. Perhaps his daughter was right, these walks were doing him good. Or flights as it may be. Or maybe it was the motherfather, the will of the swamp that drove him out to wander.
He heard the buzzing of bees, and thought it due time for a snack, either way. Surely they wouldn't mind giving a moth a little of their honey, yes? Especially one that's chosen by the swamp?
Suddenly he began to second-guess himself, not wanting to intrude on their domain and get hurt, and instead he rested his wings a little bit aways from the various hives, wondering what he should do instead.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 3:29 pm
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The moth seemed to watch the doe as she appeared and carefully broke open a hive. Mourning Fog was interested half because he wanted to learn how, and half because there was something about her.
The motherfather always seemed to show her will in strange sensations. He felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach, and a sort of just knowing. He took flight and fluttered gently towards her, landing on her back.
May the swamp bless you with children who are healthy, strong, beautiful, and wise. he uttered, with words silent to the doe's ears. And may the motherfather watch over you all he added, before taking flight again. Honey would have to be a snack for another day, he mused, and drifted away.
Jynk I hope this isn't too short, I can make it longer if I need to
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 3:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 4:02 pm
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