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( She's never quite tried any of these things, has she? It's endearing to watch her try the variety of foods she's brought along, much as Angela reaches for one of the roasted ginkgo nuts to nibble at herself before debating the squid. That might be a bit beyond her typical palate, for fair play. But she'll still try it.

It's what's between her fingers as she times her question and watches Konoha flush darker, at least understanding the train of conversation after the abrupt turn. And though she curls up a bit "smaller", (hah), she does look rather pleased, doesn't she? )

I'm quite relieved to hear it; I was so afraid I'd overloaded you. Your husband took to the new adventure, then?

( Yes, it's just lady talk, two ladies doing lady things!! Even if one of them is half-horse and the other looks perpetually 25 because of healing technology, you know... Lady Stuff... She seems pleased to be broaching the subject, anyway. She thought it might be easier this way. Something more casual. )

It was a lot, but...

[She almost denies it, but Konoha certainly can’t even begin to pretend that she hadn’t felt super overloaded with new and confusing information after meeting with angela at the clinic... so she just rolls with it. It had been a lot.

And this cheese stuff was really tasty, she’s just going to... sneak another bite in between blushes.]

I think he liked it even more than I did...

[She wants to cover her red cheeks like she had before, but now her hands are full of wine and snacks, what treachery...]

I- I didn’t even know it could feel that good. I thought it was... mostly just... more the men, you know...

[Enjoying themselves that much. Orgasm much.]

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It sounds like you have a very loving husband that cares for you very much, or he wouldn't have enjoyed pleasing you nearly so much.

( It's an easy observation to make, but truly, she's lucky; it's not often to find people so selfless and devoted to another's pleasure. Also, goodness, what a shame!! It's almost like keeping her occupied and her hands full was planned...

(It most certainly was.)

Angela takes another swallow of her wine and another bit of cheese for herself before trying the squid, starting from the pointed tip instead of the tentacles. Chewy! But all in all not bad. )

I tried to explain as much; that it could be significantly better. Everyone deserves to feel that good. May I ask...? What it was he did?

[Her anatomy might not be the same, there were differences in biology that made certain angles of movement poses impossible, but Konoha had grown up around humans, and her body language was far less equine by comparison than her wilder brethren, or even her husband. Just as a human might squeeze their thighs and knees together, squirm in a bit of a mix between embarrassment and titillation, she manages to recreate the same effect with forelegs- something learned by watching more than natural, seeing as her more natural reaction was a whisky tail, but.

It makes her incredibly easy to read either way as she nods in agreement that her husband was the most good and the most loving and she was the most lucky. As she struggles, and manages, to answer, eventually, by speaking more into the wine glass than the air.]

His... mouth...

[Angela’s tip on that had certainly paid off, she was a... big fan. Yup. That was nice, definitely nice, she can tell this wine (and Angela!!!!) all about it.]

And we tried doing it, um... like humans do...

[Which had been... a bit of a relief for her back, a sudden realization that while mounting was the far more natural position for them... the size difference meant that she had to focus so much on bearing his weight that it became more difficult to focus on the pleasure. Without that to worry about, plus more face-to-face contact and ability to touch...

Her cheeks are bright red, but despite the mumble and halting start... it’s... kind of exciting to... say out loud... oh no...]

( Angela's fascinated watching her every moment they meet, really, hopelessly endeared to the way her forelegs press together demurely and fold before her as the topic comes up and the chance to gossip just a tad seems terribly appealing. Easy to read, yes, but very cute.

When the answer finally comes, color her surprised (pleasantly so). )

See? With the way you'd described him caring for you, I knew it'd be an easy suggestion. I'm glad he took to it. When you say "like humans do", do you mean you laid down...? Or you were on your back? Regardless, if the angle was more comfortable, I'm very glad it worked for you both.

( Angela "Everyone Deserves To Orgasm" Ziegler takes another sip of her wine and nods, nibbling on more of the dried squid. Not quite a wine pairing, but she likes it regardless. )

Did it give you any other ideas to try?

[Angela just reacts like talking about these things is so normal that... it kind of makes it easier, even if her cheeks are still bright red, forelegs rubbing together fit enough to start a small fire.]

On my back...

[Okay, but she can't do this with both her hands full, she's got to at least slap one palm to her cheek, so she pops the cheese in her mouth to mumble around in order to facilitate this very necessary action.]

And since it was nice to not have to support all that weight, I found a really nice tree with low branches, and that made doing it normal... also nicer...

[So maybe she should have realized that one key to feeling good was eliminating the obvious negatives to her and her husband's very dramatic size difference, but... she's somehow pretty impressed with the realization that getting a literal ton in weight off her backside had helped her focus on much more pleasurable things.

Just going to gulp some more of that wine down, though.]

I probably should have asked sooner, huh? You know a lot...

[Which she just says normally until realizing a bit later that it might could sound like she just called Angela a loose woman??]

I mean- In the good, knowledgeable way!

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( Well, by her time, it is fairly normal to gossip with trusted friends, sometimes. Not everyone had the heart for it even still, of course. But she's glad Konoha sees fit to share with her even if only in the name of advice. But the admission followed by her popping cheese in her mouth just to cover her face has Angela giggling and reaching to press her fingertips to her raised forearm, assuaging. )

I'm very glad it opened new avenues for you both and that you were able to enjoy yourself. I know it's a natural imperative, but it should still be fun, that sort of intimacy. And it should still feel nice. They're one of the most sensitive areas on one's entire body for a reason.

And I'm also pleased to see you're enjoying the cheese! It's a common dietary addition in my country. Dairy products in general are very popular from all the cows and goats in the countrysides.

( When Konoha's hastily amending her statement of asking sooner with good intentions, however, Angela's visibly confused (and amused) with a tip of her head, before finally realizing what she thought she was implying a few moments after. )

—Oh! No, it's quite all right. You certainly could have and it might have spared you some grief, but it still took a lot of courage, you know. You did things at your own pace, and there is nothing wrong with that. nor is there anything wrong with complimenting what I know of the subject. I won't deny my own personal experiences supplementing my anatomical knowledge. I'm not capable of having children as my body is, right now, and I was also not capable of maintaining a steady relationship with my work back home. I was always in danger and wouldn't want to subject anyone to that with me. It made for frequent encounters with others whenever I was lonely.

[There's a lot of things Konoha thinks to say next. Something about cheese, which was apparently made from milk, which... alright, she'll believe it... Or something about sex, which was... very titillating, actually, and it kind of makes her think she might be able to ask another question or two...

But it all just falls away in favor of,]

You... can't have children?

[A second after it leaves her mouth she regrets it, wants to take it back- sure, Angela had said it so casually, but what if it was actually a hurting thing? And how could it not be a hurting thing? Konoha was old-fashioned enough in her values to have trouble imagining any woman being alright with that... she had been checking her sides in the mirror almost every day since she'd first slept with Gonta, hoping to see a rounding, any sort of proof that something might be quickening... even though nothing seemed to be.]

( The concern was immediately visible on the other woman's face to her offhand mention, and Angela's quick to try and soothe her and reach for her nearest hand, arm, whatever she could touch. )

Oh, it's all right, Konoha— it isn't anything permanent, I assure you. The very same machines that allow me to heal are what help keep things like infections and sickness away. They just also happen to prevent foreign objects from taking. Like a man's seed.

And like I said, that was for the best. I couldn't have sustained a family in a safe environment with the dangerous nature of my work. If I ever change my mind, I can remove them, if need be.

Though I'm getting a bit too old to safely carry a child as it stands. And this place has also resulted in our further sterility, it seems. I didn't mean to startle you. It can be a good thing, I assure you.

[The touch helps, even though Konoha feels badly that Angela once again is the one who feels she has to comfort her, when Konoha feels as if it ought to be the other way around.

She says it's not permanent, and that she's getting too old, and Konoha is too upset to even color at the mention of babies coming from just... "foreign objects", but.

But-]

... So it really is true? About coming here making us barren?

[She'd been afraid to ask before, when she'd gone in for the appointment. Other people she knew had mentioned such things in passing, making up for how overwhelmed she'd been during her arrival and orientation on the moon, but those were just... people.

Not midwives. Not doctors. Not Angela.]

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( It's easier to refer to it as such instead of "different genetic material", which only encompasses a few things compared to the truth of what her nanites prevent against, which is all manner of bacteria and toxins, stopping bloodborne pathogens and many, many other things. Sperm is just one of a multitude of things that won't be allowed to thrive in her body. But it's clear the other woman is upset, both on Angela's behalf and her own, and she may as well have touched her own stomach she can so clearly read her concern for herself.

Is it really true? Well, yes, but she wonders how best to answer that without being so needlessly blunt. )

It isn't "barren"; I know our times are very different but even far back in time, women used various herbs or different types of wood to stop a pregnancy. There are better ways to prevent it now that aren't nearly so invasive. Covers for a man's... ( She gestures, as she doesn't want to embarrass her. ) ...to catch his seed before it can enter you, or medicines one can take that tells your body you're already pregnant, so it doesn't produce any eggs to fertilize until you've stopped taking them for a few days. It is something like that. It isn't a permanent change to your body. It is only a temporary measure. They are still trying to figure it out, but I'm sure once they have, and if you wish to have children here in this place, it can be arranged.

But please don't be sad for me, all right? Like I said, the work I do... When I was home, it was very dangerous. I was always on the fringes of "battles". Of war. I lost my parents to a great war when I was young and was orphaned, myself; I couldn't do that to a child of my own. Does that make sense? And this place... Even if someone was to have a child here, what if it came time to go home and we couldn't take them with us? What if they preferred to stay with their friends and the life they've adapted to here, instead of the one we know from home?

It isn't an easy choice to make.

( She wouldn't want to see Konoha have the children she seems to so desperately want and then have to make a decision whether or not to leave them behind, or be swept away without them, period, no choice in the matter as many who have left don't seem to get. )

You'll be just fine, Konoha. You're still so young and full of life! You have many, many years ahead of you yet.

[Her hands do make their way there, despite Konoha's intent to listen and not act. Another betrayal of her upbringing among humans, and not her own kind, that she associated such movement with pregnancy and children when her own womb wasn't there at all. Still, her fingers curl anxiously in her kimono beneath the bear hide she wears belted about her "waist", gaze falling to the grass in front of her.

She listens, she does, even though it's more things from "the future" (or "the past"?) that she didn't understand. Herbs at least she could believe, sort of, since she knew there were some out there that could make a woman sick enough she'd lose a baby, but-

But.

Even if she did as Angela asked and didn't feel bad for her situation, the choices she made because of a life of battle... It was still sad. Still hadn't occurred to her, for some reason, that she could be separated from a child she bore. Maybe it was because she simply felt so strongly that she would never allow such a thing to happen, or because it seemed that she would either be able to leave soon or be stuck here forever, not having easily imagined a middle ground...

But she hadn't thought about it like that, and it leaves her momentarily dumbstruck. Reassurances about her relative youth, that the Lunar Scientia was researching why their bodies had become this way...]

Oh. ... I didn't think about that.

[She struggles to give a proper response. Angela deserved more than that, but- It's all she can manage right now.]

( Angela knows how very hard it is for her to take that in as she watches her process it all; no amount of medical or scientific logic would ease the disappointment of wanting a family so badly and knowing it will never happen. At least not for a time.

Perhaps Angela's choices and her life's path are sad. She wouldn't necessarily argue, even if she's framed it otherwise for herself, but she can't stop anyone from feeling for her, either. Konoha is a woman with a big heart. Having to say such words to her and having to convince her why this place's halting their ability to have children could be a blessing in disguise is no easy feat.

She knows she says it gently enough, that it's important, but it's an awful thing to hear. )

Most wouldn't; I hope deeply and strongly that it would never be the case, if anyone ever bears children or builds such strong ties to others here they don't wish to part— but hope is a feeling, not a tangible force to hold up as a shield against possibilities and harm. It's best to be cautious, don't you think?

( She tries to bring the topic to a close so she doesn't outright ruin the other woman's evening. She'd been on the verge of such excitement to have a girlfriend to gossip with and all Angela had done is dash her hopes on a family for the foreseeable future. )

We'll see what happens the longer we're here, and how it affects others. We'll learn.

[Hope is a feeling Konoha has relied on for a lot of her life. She'd hoped for acceptance, hoped for the best of things for the elderly humans who had taken her in, hoped for a job in order to provide for that family, hoped for a future with a family, for a future where jinba and humans had left all the wars and what they'd brought behind.

But hope is a bit harder to hold on to now that she's been gone from home so long, from the only world she's ever known. Getting a bit harder each thing like this that she learns.

Konoha isn't a psychic. She actually thinks she's pretty sense at times, to be honest, but coincidentally... her and Angela's thoughts eventually align. She feels badly for having turned what was a sort of fun meeting into something so serious, because as important as it was to her... Angela had invited her out with a far different intent, and here she was, dragging everything all down.

It takes her a minute to regather herself, to shove the pit of sadness she feels in her gut back down, but she manages it just barely, smile a bit tremulous as she waves the wine glass in her hand a little bit.]

... you don't have anything stronger, do you?

( Hope is something that threads through Angela's life and sews moment to moment, as well, but she can't count on it. Knows better over the years, unfortunately, as "hope for the best, prepare for the worst" became her motto. It wasn't as crushing if you fell and already had padding on, after all.

Konoha isn't dragging anything down. The doctor's intent to follow up was a thin enough one to begin with, and she's happy to simply be here with a friend and discuss whatever may come, and while her own expression is a bit chagrined, smile a little too lopsided, she tries to prop the other woman back up with her own expression softening as she waves her wine glass. )

I do, but I have to warn you, it has a burn.

( Aaaaand out comes the vodka. Sure looks like nothing, doesn't it? You're Wrong. )

I'm afraid it's not as tasty as wine, either, but it doesn't really have much of a taste in general. I brought a coffee liqueur to go with it; it's my favorite variation. Do you like coffee?

( She's finishing her glass before repurposing it with her two ingredients, offering it to Konoha to try first. A bit sweet with the cream, but definitely coffee otherwise. And yes, the burn at the back. )

As long as it's not as strong as asebi liquor, I can handle it...

[Not that she's a frequent imbiber of alcohol or anything, but with a body as big as she (and other jinba) had, the only sort of drink that could reliably get them something like drunk in her own world was laced with asebi. A plant that was... straight up poisonous to normal horses.]

I've tried coffee here.

[It has a distinctive scent, which she picks up on the moment Angela opens the corresponding bottle, but she's gotten a bit more used to it since becoming a regular at a certain cafe in the city. She liked their muffins, okay... if she needs to drink coffee to eat them, she will!

So she takes the new drink, hoisting it in a little toast before knocking it back with a small choke, swallowing it down burn and all. Not just the drink, but she does her best to swallow down her worries and fears about her future in this place along with them, so that she can smile a little at Angela when she finishes the first taste.]

It's not bad!

[And more than the taste... she just appreciates the company.]

Asebi liquor...? I'm afraid I haven't heard of it, but vodka is about as potent as it gets! It isn't quite like wine where it's a fermented fruit, it's often made from fermented grains or starches and is heavily filtered. And if you liked coffee, you'll probably like this. It'll warm you up if nothing else.

( Any cafe worth their salt should have tea too!! But she'll be glad if Konoha ends up liking coffee because she's such a coffee person, herself... Give Her Company!! She likes to try out any cafe she can find. But Konoha takes the wine glass from Angela and knocks it right back, and even manages a little smile for her after. Did she like it? Angie perks in response, looking a touch relieved. Both for what the smile meant as well as her seeming to enjoy the drink. )

No? Shall I make you a glass then, as well?

It's really just sake with asebi in it, really... And asebi is just this plant, humans call it "horse liquor"...

[Not complicated... she guesses? Konoha doesn't know much besides the basics of making alcohol, but. She sure does know that horses that graze on asebi get pretty loopy... well, as long as they don't graze on too much of it. Then you get... really sick or dead horses.]

I'll take one... and if it's strong enough for me, I guess I know what to buy if I ever need to get Gonta to go to sleep early during Sanguis... ?

[S- See, it's all fine! Just girl talk! Girl talk... and coffee vodka.]

I can't say I've ever heard of it, but I never really had the chance to spend any time around horses in my life. I suppose we'll see how vodka works out for you. We'll space them out a bit so you don't get hit too hard at once.

It sounds like he must get quite rowdy though, hmm?

( And so she pours that drink as they swap their wine glasses, and passes it back to her and she gets her own drink ready. Angela knows a thing or two about rowdy Sanguis partners, so if something like a good alcohol would work, all the better. A lady can't always keep up, can they?

But it just makes her think of Vergil, and her smile into her glass is fond, even if he's gone, now. )

[Konoha might not know much about vodka, either, so they were even... and though she has her suspicions that it probably wasn't strong enough, there was no harm in spacing it out just to be safe.

Though after hearing what she just had... She does wish it was easier to get drunk.

No, she's going to smile now. And scratch a bit behind an ear, the blush from before returning slowly.]

Not quite rowdy, more like... Ex... citable? A little rough, I guess...

[But she also kind of couldn't deny that she didn't... really dislike it. Not now that she knew was lubricant was, anyway. A little clear of her throat and another sip of her drink smooths it over, though just like every emotion... it's clear on her face no matter what.]

I'm usually the one who, um... starts things. So... It's kind of nice not to be all the time. Especially with Iris how it is...

[But yeah, a lady couldn't always keep up in Sanguis, could she?]

( The way Angela's smile spreads to the clarification says she more than understands; "excitable" is a good way to put it. )

Dante's much the same; they're a bit like puppies sometimes, aren't they? But it's nice to be so enthusiastically wanted. "A little rough" can be fun.

( They're birds of a feather in that, at least. Not minding the occasional bit of roughness and having partners that need a bit of time to come around and instigate, really, though Dante's a little less of a lost cause on that front. He usually doesn't much mind making his demands known and helping himself to her when all it ever earns him is enthusiastic response and peals of laughter if he happens to scoop her right up.

He's always taken good care of her, here. From one moon to the next. She's been lucky his companionship has remained steadfast when so often, people disappeared too quickly. )

I'm glad the burden hasn't been solely on you, in any case. It is nice to know the urge is reciprocated and they're mindful of you.

[The idea of comparing the men to puppies makes Konoha snort a little bit into her glass, unladylike as it was she couldn't help it.]

Gonta can't be a puppy...

[The snort turned into a little laugh, and she probably doesn't even need to explain that she is definitely saying that because he is half horse and so he cannot therefore be a puppy.]

I don't know about this Dante, though...

[Maybe he could be a puppy. And maybe her trailing off is an invitation to tell her more about this Dante person. She couldn't just keep talking about Gonta... or she'd trip up and say something else even more embarrassing.]

( It's fine, it's fine, don't think too hard on it— just think of feeding time clumsy, stubbly lil legs rushing at you and waggy little tails. Easily excitable, over-eager, a bit klutzy. Not unlike newborn foals. )

No? I'm sure you'll see the traits now that I've said it, the next time. It's going to stick with you. As for Dante...

( Her fondness warms, clearly beyond smitten, and she digs out her device to show her some pictures of her roommates. )

They weren't easy to get decent pictures of, but Dante and Vergil are brothers I'd met shortly after arriving here. Vergil first, this one with the shorter hair, though he's since been returned home. Dante is still here. You can probably already tell he's a bit goofy. We all lived together in a home Vergil had purchased some months ago, and we're still there, up one level. All I can really say about him is that he's taken very good care of me in this place, and I'm very happy to have him in my life on a daily basis.

( She isn't one for waxing poetic, really, but he always keeps her wrapped in his arms and keeps her warm at night, and he gives her an outlet for all of her doting and affections, soaking them right up— as had Vergil, which only reminded her of espresso in tiramisu, which he'd loved. They were polar opposites. It's difficult to explain how she loves them both, but she pages through a couple more photos of Dante, and then— it's her turn to hide a puff of laughter behind her wrist, picking out one more.

They definitely don't look like half-demons. )

[Making sure not to accidentally spill her drink, Konoha leans over to look at the pictures she's being shown. At first she's surprised, the glimpse of white hair standing out first and leading her to guess she'd be seeing much older men, but they're not so aged...

And wow, alright, they make some. Very funny faces. Well, one of them. The other was very deadpan, the Vergil one.]

They're very handsome... And a good provider? That's lucky!

[She can only assume that Angela and this Dante person are lovers, though she doesn't say so outright the wording is cause enough. It makes her think that maybe she isn't supposed to pry too deeply, or too directly, so she just leaves it open for Angela to elaborate if she wants to, reaching for her own device to pull up her own her own photo.]

But those are great pictures! Look at what happened I tried to take pictures of Gonta!

( She gives her time to study each one before she's paging through again to the next, mindful not to just... scroll through her camera roll, because that's a bit dangerous, oops. But she watches Konoha as she takes in her admittedly goofy beau and his twin brother, far less goofy, but she can't quite stifle the laugh when she calls them good providers. )

Well, I suppose in a sense you're not wrong, but... I didn't quite mean it in as practical a manner. Rather, they've just... seen to me physically, for the most part. With the moons and their effects. Companionship. They had been my neighbors at first, and invited me to come live with them after. Dante's been a good partner to me; he's very doting.

( Or was; that's a bit complicated, now, with Vergil gone. Dante's not been in a good place and he'd disappeared for a bit on top of it all, and the brief flash of concern passes over her face, but she physically waves it off with a little dismissive flutter of her fingers. He is at least... back at the house. And she can sleep beside him again every night. That's progress enough for her to begin trying to help him heal. Her fondness is evident on her face even with the brief dip, looking expectantly for Konoha's pictures.

Turning the screen toward her earns an immediate laugh, fingertips on the display to spread and zoom in a bit on his front, but— nope, not even a hint of a profile. )

Does he not like his picture taken? He looks so strong! His tail is so cute tied up like that.

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gently wraps up?