It was a climb, back up into the canopy and the elven city. We rested so Tavorwen could catch her breath, then headed into the same district as my new home. A noble looking elm was our destination.

Tavorwen knocked lightly on the door. An exceedingly pregnant matron answered the door.

"Master Driveal is awaiting your arrival with great anticipation." The matron greeted us, placing a hand on the small of her back, clearly bearing the weight of the child she was growing with some difficulty.

I had a hard time not staring. I'd thought the retired matrons had large breasts, this matron's breasts were enormous and engorged, preparing to...