Chimera Fields slow burn

The lapse in conversation was expected. Forrest adjusted herself once more, this time to alleviate the pressure that'd been building on her rump. Well, she groaned, settling back in, I've always believed that without the hard-to-swallow parts of life, we'd never know just how beautiful it could be. You have to live in darkness to appreciate the light. It was something that her grandmother used to tell her when she was a child, something that'd helped her get through a lot of life's ugly.

The thought that she might be a grandmother herself by now drew up a chuckle, for which Forrest quickly excused herself. And what beautiful eyes they are, my dear, she cooed, taking note of the shimmering emeralds she'd so carelessly overlooked. Ah, my parents were hippies. All of their kids, and there are a lot of us, have names like that. I guess I liked the theme so I kept it going with my own children. It was rare to find Forrest so freely mentioning her own offspring, scattered as they were, but something about it kept her grounded.

The Pleaides, I think. Not sure if you can see them tonight, though...