
Secretly, Halo was hoping it might result in children of her own.
But of course such things were never guaranteed, and so she was out one evening, on a full moon, with a hope and an offering to the MotherFather; if only for some slight blessing to nudge her luck in the right direction.
The offering was a pale, smooth, stone, that when held in the right light reflected the sky above, or one's reflection. Halo had kept it for some time, as it often reminded her of a full moon - much like one this evening.
"MotherFather, if you hear my plea.... please, bless me with children of my own? I know I can be a good mother, if given the chance."