Would they come as eggs?
Would she suddenly wake up one day surrounded by tiny snakes and lose her mind on the spot?
Her system had once said that if it took longer than a couple months, then perhaps it would no longer be in egg form.
Perhaps.
But who could say for sure in a world like this?
The more Isabella thought about it, the stranger she felt. Looking at these lion cubs in their soft little beast forms made her heart ache in that quiet motherly way she was still learning. She suddenly found herself trying to imagine her own children. Would they be tiny? Would they curl around her fingers? Would they be warm or cool? Would Cyrus look at them and become even softer than he already was?
That thought made her smile to herself.
"I should ask him later," she thought. "Since he is the father, he should know something useful."
One of the women noticed the way Isabella's hand rested over her stomach and said gently, "You must be thinking about your own little ones."
