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Sleeping at night and waking in the day was surprisingly easy to get used to, just as being surrounded by enormous women was. Perhaps the two were connected. There had been a few restless nights as she got used to Chibale, but she'd managed, and - up until then - she had been sleeping a warm, fluffy, dreamless sleep; the good kind that wrapped around her like a blanket.

She woke up blinking and groggy, still wrapped in the remnants of that sleep. "Hmm?" she mumbled, not quite comprehending. She attempted, on a whim, to snuggle into Bhima's hand as if it were, itself, a pillow. "What is it?"

Just because she was used to the sleep pattern of the place they had been staying in for so long, didn't mean that waking up was easy.

Apparently she couldn't return to her comfortable sleep. She blinked at Bhima. "Huh?" she asked, intelligably, as she meekly fended off the patting. "What?" She sat up, rubbing at her eyes. "What's happening?" This had never happened before, not like this, so she knew she should pay attention.Or try to - sleep still felt very pressing.

That woke Hijil up very effectively. "Them? Them what? What? We got..." Hijil shook her head like a waking animal and roused herself from slumber, "Them?" That she still wasn't entirely sure what was going on was irrelevant. Now that she was awake enough to see it, Bhima was clearly anxious and needed her. "Okay." she said, adjusting her clothes, "What now?"

Hijil was still lagging behind, but inklings of awareness were starting to glimmer in. She nodded, picking up a snuggly blanket. "I don't see why not?" she said.

Was Bhima talking about their children? But how? How did that work? Hijil was incredulous, but Bhima seemed so sure... Either way, bringing a blanket wouldn't hurt.

Hijil didn't feel what her wife was feeling, but the frantic energy she was giving off was starting to catch like a brushfire in the Tale. She watched Bhima, waiting for the next cue.

Flowers unfolding... She was talking about their children. Their birth. If that was the case, then... "Yes!" she said, "Lets go!" she took Bhima's hand and moved, barely led in her enthusiasm. They would be equally matched in speed, hand in hand, to see if their children were born. Hijil thought that was beautiful.

Hijil was out of breath, too, when they arrived. It was from more than just the long run and the rough terrain - Aisha, the vast tree, literally took her breath away. It... She was incredible and impressive, and Hijil didn't think that she would ever get used to... her. Hijil didn't really want to.

Her eyes drifted to the flowers that sat, nestled plumply in Aisha's leaves. Which were theirs? Were they theirs? Was Bhima just hopeful? She squeezed Bhima's hand. Hijil wanted to be hopeful too. "Do you see them?" she asked Bhima, noticing someone - an older Alkidike with pale markings - by the vast roots of the tree, "How do we know...?"

Hijil tried to see what Bhima saw, and managed to see - amidst the flowers that sprouted along the tree (So many! Were all of them really babies in waiting? It was amazing and incredible) - two flowers that did not look like the rest.

They were the color of a healing bruise, celestial in light purple and blue amidst pinks and reds. They were speckled - just slightly - with hints of white, like stars peeking through mist. They were beautiful. But were they really theirs? Hijil couldn't tell. Aside from their color, they didn't feel particularly special.

But if Bhima was feeling something, then Hijil could only assume that there was something to feel. She hugged Bhima back, and hoped that this wasn't some kind of cruel waking dream for her wife... It had only just occurred to her that it could be so.

Noticed by Hijil but unregarded by the pair as they embraced in their hope, the light-marked Alkidike approached... taking her time, as there was truly no rush.