we do not bear children until we have so chosen

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Amariah appears in the Belltower, throws herself into a chair, and tries to read postcards, but her eyes won't focus on them. She tries the Bellbook, and scarcely has better luck, although her eyes do catch on a certain word.

"Jane."

"Yep?"

"I want to talk to Aether."

"I'll let her know!"

Comments

[dark_light]

"I mean," says Isabella tentatively, "she - seems nice, I don't know, maybe we'll get along great."

[truthwright]

"I hope so," says Kas. "...Do you not think you will?"

[dark_light]

"...Guardedly optimistic."

[truthwright]

[dark_light]

"It's the best I can do. I didn't want her. I haven't started just because I got her anyway. But - but maybe we will get along fine."

[truthwright]

"...Okay."

Snuggle.

[dark_light]

Snuggle.

Sigh.

[truthwright]

Yes. Those.