Sarah walked down the dirt road, slowly cresting the looming hill. As she reached the top, the temple of the fertile lady finally came into view. She stopped and smiled as she placed a hand atop her belly. Finally, after her long pilgrimage to the fountain of fertility, she was coming home. She looked down at her brown robe. The changes wrought in her by the fountain had shredded her robe, as her growing belly forced its way out of her clothing and into the cool air. Her belly button had popped out, and her midsection had filled forever with the lady's permanent blessings. She would finally be accepted by the order into their ranks of the permanently pregnant. She continued to walk, raising her hood over her red hair, and feeling her permanently bare feet trod through the soft dirt. She had not bathed since she found that river, probably three days ago, and knew she would definitely need a nice, warm soak, as well as a good meal.