Sun Mote Copse throwing up the west side as we tear in the air

It would have been a lie to say Wildfire didn't feel a twinge of disappointment, though she absolutely wouldn't hold it against Kiwi at all. "Of course it's okay," she said, for whatever reason reminded of how she'd been berated once upon a time for having no interest in leadership. "It's a cliché but... it takes all kinds." She grinned a little as she added, "You do you, Kiwi." She was hip to the lingo. And the sentiment was genuine.

Just then, Elfie let out a small wail, then a long sigh and an even longer stream of excrement. The smell hit her almost before the warm liquid did. "I can see what you mean," Wildfire quipped, riffing off her yearling daughter's lack of desire for kids, then chuckled. "You don't have to stick around for this. Go on, I'll see you later."