The door wouldn't open no matter what Ter'ra said.  And while the influx of grain gave her a great influx of magical energies, it did not result in spontaneous conception.  Such would take more time to settle in.  The apparition from her dream was nowhere to be seen upon awakening.  In the storeroom was just Ter'ra and the millions of grains of wheat in her tummy.<br/><br/>At breakfast, Father Quigo was waiting for everyone.  Like last night, if Taizee moved to hug him, he would graciously and warmly accept it.  On the table was a massive pot of oatmeal, flavored with medley of berries, spices, and sugar.  There was also a large plate of toast, as well as several jars of honey and a few buckets of milk.  Once the four had gathered their food, Quigo looked between them.  "So, did all of you sleep well?" he asked.  As he noticed Ter'ra and her swollen stomach, he paused for a moment to smirk before continuing.<br/><br/>"As I said yesterday, this place is rich in fertility magic.  In order to prevent... surprise arrivals of new initiates, there aren't a lot of women here."  He paused for a moment.  "Actually, that's not quite true.  Aside from Mother Dalyn, who's just visiting, you're the only full-on women who've been here for almost a year."  He then turned to Lang.  "Oh," he said, "I got a letter from Sister Maldra; she very much loves her new daughter."