Emberwood Danny Dyer's Chocolate Homunculus

Numerous faces flashed in her mind the longer she thought about boys and motherhood, and her face felt warmer with each passing moment. Eventually it wasn't just a whirlwind of male faces, but females too, not that Ibis knew the difference when it came to the creation of new life; that was one talk she'd not managed to receive from either of her mothers by the time she'd vanished from Elysium. As far as she knew a parent need only to love another parent, and somehow a child was born from that—that was how her two mothers had made her half-siblings, right? Sheer force of will, and love?

I'm excited for our future, even with a long winter. Pygmalion was saying, and Ibis nodded. At the very least, your own children will be well suited for the weather. If need be, we can migrate somewhere warmer if you think it'd be easier. It depends on how the winter goes and -- well, since we started autumn with such turmoil, I have been hoping that things won't get even worse. Nothing could be worse than the earth splitting wide open beneath them.