Would the swamp cradle his children's brittle eggshells, so fragile and thin? Yes, yes it would.
Would his children have food to eat? Yes, yes they would- they wouldn't have to face the desert's harshness, not here.
Would they be safe? And here he admitted he did not know- but can any parent truly guarantee the safety of their children? Accidents can happen- but he'd be there. He'd do his very best, and that's all he could do- which was why he was here.
There were advantages to be had, certain boons one could seek out. There were those who were deeply in touch with the Swamp, and they could... manipulate things, sometimes. Small things, but important things.
He'd come here to ask for safety, if it could be granted.
Not long now. He'd never met one of the ascended, but things felt... calm here. Calm, but charged with energy, like a firefly at rest.
"I've come to beg a blessing," he said to nobody in particular, letting his voice carry through the glade. "I am to be a father, and though I have not met them yet, I love them very much. If you're here, and you can hear me, what must I do to keep them safe?"
He seemed alone, with only birdsong for company- and so he waited, patiently. Things would happen as they should.
Kitty Sprightt
