teya laughed aloud. wraen had a detailed, wry sense of humour, and she had come to feel warmly about every moment spent in the raven's presence. "maybe we just take little sip," she chortled, frisking around the older woman. 
"i not want babies," she declared suddenly, openly. it was relevant to their conversation at hand, after all. "the lake outside."
by which the girl meant lake rodney. she peered at wraen, hoping her companion was up for the trek. "or, the blue fen," teya added, thinking of the clearer water that brecheliant called part of its territory.