Hushed Willows kinu ⥴

Several children. Reverie wasn't sure that was a good thing. Even Blossom alone had felt like such a handful — and she'd been an angelic child, a rarity, Reverie knew that. Surely not all of her children would be so well-behaved.

She thought of her own three siblings and was filled with dread. Kukutux's question was a welcome distraction from these contemplations. Um... half, I think, Reverie said thoughtfully. Honestly, she didn't make a habit of counting how many of her meals ended in failure. The frequency was disheartening enough without a number assigned to it. It's worse in the morning. My first meal always ends badly.