Two risings later, the births began. Mark and Anya teleported all over the planet to hold the hands of panicked young Warriors, worried about their femspring. Seven risings later all of the fems had given birth. The population of Sarran increased by almost four thousand. The council was jubilant. The births went smoothly with no complications and once the Warriors remembered how to use the mind block, they proceeded with no pain for the fems.
When everyone was delivered and settled, Anya met Sara and Meg at Syn’s for coffee and tea. “That’s it until the next wave hits,” Anya said with a sigh.
“You must be exhausted. You’ve practically just given birth yourself. Why don’t you leave Mary with Syn, Sara, and I and go lay down for a while?” Meg regarded Anya in concern.
Anya glanced over at
