Chimera Fields slow burn

You're very bright, Forrest complimented after Olive's explanation. The passion that the sylph had in explaining the heavens, it was something that our midwife could relate to. Not many had that same intense draw to their paths of life; Forrest felt sorry for them, as she didn't know how she would live without the love that she had for what she did. 

It was a question that Forrest had been expecting, though not quite so out of place in conversation. With a chuckle, she turned to Olive and began with, There are a lot of them. And probably even more, now that they'd begun to grow up and find mates of their own. Forrest hoped that they were all safe — her children, their families — wherever they were. 

Summer, Maple, Thorn, those are my youngest girls. Daisy and Blossom are a bit older, maybe around your age, I suppose. And my boys, well, I've got Branch, Journey, Leaf, River, and the baby of the bunch, Winter. I haven't seen them in ages, though. It wasn't a sad or touchy topic, the seperation of Forrest from her children. She saw it as something that needed to be done, and she didn't resent any part of that process.

What about you? Children?