Northstar Vale after many miles

The seasoned mother's straightforward honesty put Disa at ease. Easy did not balk at her questions or make "that face". She made the idea of motherhood sound if not appealing, then at least interesting - and once (or if) the biological drive hit, Disa wasn't sure she would have a choice.

A stray beeeze tickled the branches above their heads as it whispered through the vale.

"If you do those things," Disa went on,  "Eat their vomit, allow them to suck, play with them, take care of them," she was silent for a few steps, brows bunched, "Will they be able to tell that you don't really love them? Can't, " she corrected, and turned her weirdly flat eyes on Easy, whose heart seemed to light her being from within.