Moonspear ^_________^

“How so?”

Treepie pondered these words in the cool morning stillness. Sialuk knew how babies were made, of course; she’d been the one to give them “the talk”! She wasn’t asking how, she was wondering why. But even when the babe sorted that out in their head, it took them another few moments to gather their reasons.

I love babies. I want to have my own and take care of them, they whispered. Pie paused, thinking of their recent conversation with Tiki, which was what had led to “the talk.” I want to be a mom, they insisted quietly, emphasizing, because I want—because I’m a girl.