Sun Mote Copse you keep this up and this won't be the last plug i pull.

There were voices around her. Fin heard them, but she didn't understand them fully. There were bits and pieces in there that she tried to grab and cling to. Elwood. Eljay. Babies. Elwood. Eljay. They were asking things, weren't they? Fin felt swoony, but not in the way she had when she and Elwood had first begun courting. Swoony as in she was pretty sure she was about to fall off of the earth if she stopped clutching onto it as hard as she was able.

"Iflrrrrr...." she mumbled, shifting again to ease her head against the ground. It had begun pounding as though she'd pounded a fifth of tequila the night before. Were baby hangovers a thing? She should ask Eljay. How does speaking work?