Fade had been located to a nice grassy spot behind the shop to roll about, stretching lazily as her children lay nearby - they were much more endearing than their mother who lay about undignifiedly, for the two distinctly furrier lambs were curled up around their lone Kimeti sister, making an adorably cosy bundle of baby near Fade's hooves. Dimly aware of how captivating they were, Fade continued to babble:
"Oh Motherfaaaaather," she drawled, not pronouncing her words at all, "I nearly died of the horror when they started kicking, you know, like there was sumfing wrong with me: a first-time mother, you know, me! And ooo I just had to lie down alllll day and I wondered if I was going to die - and oh my children," she added as an afterthought, "was there something wrong with them....oh and it was so silly, you know, because I realised 'oooo of course they're live birthed!' How silly!" She laughed and rubbed her thigh against a lamb, ruffling it a little violently. "You could've reminded me, Left - I might've just died from the sheer horror..."
Fade paused to crunch up the last of a salamander tail and chipperly addressed her sister, "Weep my dear, could you go get me more of the pickled salamander - I'm all out, there's a peach." She smiled placidly and did a half-roll onto her back, secure in the knowledge that she was guaranteed bedrest and adulation for producing some of the sturdiest - and adorablest! - babbies the shop had ever known. And they were very welcome to them. She was so gracious that way.
