Phoebe
The midwife blinked slowly, the blank expression on her face making painfully clear how unclear what he said was. ”Jata…an ovary wouldn’t be able to hold one egg without causing severe pain, much less many of them. Moreover, these tubes are about as thick as hair. A egg isn’t going to fit down there either. And then how is it supposed to be fertilized with a hard shell?” That was the only thing that made some sense. Whatever this egg thing was that Jata was talking about was supposed to interact with a man’s seed and make the child. But…”It’s just a goopy liquid. It has no means of breaking through a shell like that.”
The Honeysuckle Princess
