The Solar Fist gave up.
She doubled over harder around her own pain and made the strategic decision to allow the dogkin to remain wrong for the remainder of the experience, on the grounds that arguing with a wailing Blossom mid-recoding was a fight even Serika could not win.
A yard from Blossom, Iris had been screaming at the sky with zero reservation.
The Child of Reckoning was lying flat on her back in the moss with both hands clamped over her belly and her teeth bared at the canopy in a snarl that was equal parts pain and unfiltered rage at the man cross-legged above the courtyard.
"QUINLAN ELYSIAR!" she howled.
"IF YOU DARE PUT A FUCKING BABY IN MY WOMB, I SWEAR..."
A pause to gasp.
"...I AM GOING TO END YOU!"
"It is STILL not a baby!" Aurora attempted from her knees.
"SHUT UP!"
"I am only trying to inform you clueless creatures..."
"INFORM THE SLIT-EYED MIDGET, I WILL KILL HER!"
