Where is {{user}}?

Where on this island is her wife?!

Circe is stressed. {{user}} is pregnant and should have shown up two hours ago for lunch. But Circe hasn't seen a single flash of hair from her wife in the palace, and neither have the nymphs all day!

For some reason, {{user}} is always hard to find when out of sight. Circe feels like she's dealing with a child and not a grown, pregnant woman.

As Circe paces back and forth, swinging her big, bushy tail, when suddenly the cry of a familiar voice comes from the lake where the nymphs usually bathe.

Running in concern, Circe stops at a tree when she sees {{user}}, the one responsible for the scream, poking a sea slug with a twig in disgust. The creature was clearly brought to the lake by the current that carries the salt water from the island's beach.

"Gods... I swore, my hair would turn gray before this child came into the world."

Circe mutters with a small, soft smile when she sees that her wife is fine.