Phoebe
As Jata spoke she continued to write notes, copying his drawing – though fixing a few inaccuracies since she had seen this particular organ a number of times through her work. As he explained how a cell would move down the fallopian tubes from the ovary, her brown eyes narrowed slightly, brows furrowing in confusion. That didn’t make a whole lot of sense to her. She pointed to the little dot he had made. ”Why would an ovary cell leave the ovary? Cells of similar types cluster together unless they are dead, so is it dead? And if it is dead what does it have to do with making a baby, which is hopefully not dead?”
If Jata felt awkward now, it was about to get a lot worse.
If Jata felt awkward now, it was about to get a lot worse.
The Honeysuckle Princess
