Sun Mote Copse The Fruit of the Womb Is a Reward

Asherah's ears cupped forward to catch the woman's words on pregnancy. She nodded as the other spoke, though more as a social cue to demonstrate she was listening than any true agreement. She didn't know pregnancy well enough, and so would take Giana's word for it. The female spoke a word she'd never heard before, from a language she didn't know.

"Competition, friends, brothers and sisters under Molech. They will want for nothing." Her tone was still beaming, still full of expectations and happiness. She wasn't sure what a Padre was, but assumed it was something to do with family. "It was worth asking, if I learn of anything I'll share it with you for future blessings." It was sad for her to realize she'd missed out on learning so many professions. Her parents hadn't had much time to teach them things in detail. Not when they were always running. Her children would learn all that she could teach them, all that all the Malkaria could teach them.

"What was that word you said earlier? Perf...something? What language is that?" Asherah found all new information interesting, she loved to learn, but she specifically had an interest in languages. It seemed so dazzling that another's mouth could make such different sounds than her own.