Whenever Quylla ran out of ideas, she moved on to her still nameless branch of magic. Between the knowledge she accumulated by studying the life force of Fomors and Balors and the growing power of the twins, Quylla's work progressed by leaps and bounds whenever she had so much as a spark of inspiration.
On the other hand, however, getting up by herself was becoming harder and harder. Quylla now needed either someone to pull her up or to use Spirit Magic just to get out of bed before noon.
Pregnancy amplified her magical abilities threefold, but also all of her biological needs. She ate so much and had to run to the bathroom so often that she had become sick of it.
"It's the circle of life, baby." Morok moved her from her desk to the toilet in a princess carry. "What goes in has to go out."
"That's not how the circle of life works." She sighed. "But thanks for the moral support and your help. Stupid Warp Steps."
