Sun Mote Copse orchid

Asherah returned Honey's nuzzle warmly, pleased at the affection and intent to show it. She chuckled at Honey's joke, smiling at the woman. "Fat with blessings, yes?" The pale woman eyed her and looked her over and Asherah smile at her again. "All is well with me. The typical pains one might expect, the burdens to bear for the life we are gifted. My bladder never seems empty, my sides and ribs are sore from the wrestling these children are preforming, and of course I can walk at no more than a waddle anymore." She laughed again shaking her head, aware of what a sight she must have been. All these things were the negative aspects of pregnancy, but her voice did not have the tone of complaint.

"For so long I wandered alone and afraid, unsure if I would ever find a home or have a family. This pack is all I had ever wished for. The sisterhood, the love...and to learn of Molech," She sighed happily. "And now I am expecting life of my own, with the knowledge that they will grow around other women who will care for them, other mother's and their children. They shall never grow lonely when our family surrounds them. Eshamun had even mentioned the idea of a communal nursing den which sounds, to me, quite heavenly."

She had babbled on for a moment and now turned her tired eyes to Honey. "And how are you fairing, Honey? What is your opinion on the nursing den?"