The day was extra muggy. Heat conspired with the swamp a little more than usual to make the air almost as thick as the water it came from. Keeping Fire didn't much like it, found it harder to concentrate in. As if he had enough to worry about. An arranged liaison had proved fruitful and now he was faced with being a father. Not that he was disappointed. It was always in his plans to have a large family, and it was about time he started, but it still nagged at him. He very much wanted to be a good father, a good leader. Anything less was unacceptable.Kitty Sprightt