Totoka River Ballingoola

she'd thought perhaps Masque had some kind of foresight. apparently not. the question takes her aback, and she thinks a quick moment, then shrugs, eyes narrowed a bit.

dunno, Avicus admits. me an' my broh'her, 'hhwo. you an' Relic an' Reddh, 'hhree. maybe aroundh 'hhat.

that's her sample size. and, of course, the two that her mother had brought into the world, the spring after her birth. but that fit right in.

maybe more? maybe less?

she glances back to her ribs again, wondering just how many her body could take.