Wheeling Gull Isle ding dong, the dragon's not dead

Swallowing, she licked her lips which were suddenly feeling dry. She nodded, gone mute for a minute. Dozens of thoughts were racing in her head. Countless possibilities...outcomes of what might be, when Astaroth broke the news to Hua. But unlike with her pregnancy, Tzila did not feel an overwhelming sense of worry. She was a strong-willed woman who did things on her own terms. She cared what others thought, but only to a point. Hua's opinion in the end really wasn't what mattered. She only felt obligated that the Empress know, out of respect and kindness.

Rejection or not, she would do whatever it took to ensure the survival of the children, unborn but still very much alive in her womb. Together, she and Astaroth had created them. A legacy. A future, one that she hoped deep down, would be long lived. "Thank you. She deserves to know." She closed her eyes, moving close to rest her forehead against his chest. "Everyone here...you...her...they've been so kind. These children...I just know they will be well loved."