Lost Creek Hollow You're not integral

At some point, early in her leadership she had contemplated taking a mate and having children. Not that she had any particular desire for marriage and all the associated stuff, more out of the belief that it was, what leaders did. What was expected of them. Their duty. There had almost been a suitable prospect, except he had fancied his younger sister. And, what both of them did not realize, that the said guy had been playing them both. But that belongs to the history. Anyway - as the time had gone on, Sarah had grown disillusioned about the whole idea. And childbearing in particular did not seem either fun or easy. Therefore in a way she was glad that there were others to do the deed and she could join in, when the kids were past the stage, of draining their moms not only of milk, but - what happened at the time of teething - blood and flesh as well.

"Very well - let's go to your cache," Sarah agreed readily. Your party, your rules. She adjusted her pace to Treason's and feeling that an awkward silence was not an option and that she should make an attempt to get to know the mother of her future nieces and nephews, she tried to come up with the least silly and annoying thing to say. And as it happens - she did the opposite. "Have you known Terance long?" she asked.