Heron Lake Plateau onto every life a little rain must fall

Her explanation brought an expression to his face best described as What the fuck? He looked horrified and concerned all at once and slowly headed toward Raven to sniff at her belly, being careful not to touch her any harder than a gentle brushing of his nose. "What typa seeds grow babies?" he asked curiously, wanting to try some and see if he got that fat. The knowledge he was grown in a stomach (his mother's nonetheless!) was kind of disturbing to him and he did not even touch that part of the subject.