Northstar Vale I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright.

Ibis shook her head, shrugging her thin shoulders but having no answer for the first question. The quickening was very strange and she did not like it. Sometimes she spoke quietly to whoever was moving inside of her, and it helped—like now—but more often than not she would wait it out and grow frustrated. Her hormones had begun to shift more fervently from one polarity to the other, which was giving her mental whiplash.

Reiko seemed to be thrilled with the news, so Ibis latched upon that instead and smiled to her, putting aside all other conversation in lieu of the good news. It was easier to pretend Hime wasn't here, and Takeshi wasn't a dirt bag, and everything was happy and good and normal, versus the alternative. Part of that was the upcoming birth of their children and now, a wedding.

That sounds like a good time for it. Maybe once we've all adjusted to... Being mothers, and having children running around. The entire concept of being a mother had not really surfaced in Ibis' mind yet. She had once wanted to be one, very badly actually. She had been so little then and hadn't understood the subject as well as she did now; it was a silly dream from a little girl. Now though, she was going to be a mother whether she was prepared or not—and Reiko too.

Are you... Nervous? About the birth, or anything? The girl's voice was soft and nervous, perhaps connecting with her own feelings on the subject.