"So. . . " Demona reasoned, ". . . the child is still alive."
Tama was in his monstrous form. His elegant gown had been ripped into shreds.
"I do not know."
Demona frowned at him. How in the word don't you know?, was the question that attached his mind.
Tama knew Demona was now in no mood for paramulation.
"I do not know if the child lived or is dead." Tama explained.
He turned to the window, while his eyes dwelt in the memory of his mind.
"Like I said, I chased her away. She left while she was still pregnant. And Sanas at not like humans that give birth in nine months."
"Sanas bear thier children three days after they are pregnant. And the pregnancy does not show like humans."
Demona nodded, following the wierd signs of a pregnant Sana.
"She would find a place, no one would ever think of to bear a child. A place safe, yet alone. A place I would never suspect."
Demona looked in the distance, pondering deeply.
