you can't be wild and then be tame
She is better now, not well but better. It's like fluid build up, when you pull the syringe back and take copious amounts out of the stomach - it's relief but it comes back. Prague still isn't sure how she ended up pregnant, other than the obvious happening she doesn't remember his name, what he looked like. Was it consensual? She was probably a little too promiscuous to claim that even if that were true.
She remembers Scorch babbling about her losing her mind, she remembers disappearing into seemingly thin air to appear at the beach; ready to die, ready to be reborn but nothing happened, instead she gave birth to a man-child. She came from older times when it wasn't as welcomed to be a man in the jungle. This child, Firefox, he burned his mother from the inside out - literally, she is now recovering. It felt as though her entire body was a delicate structure of ash, ready to fall at the slightest breeze. Traited children are harder on the magician, Firefox had fire immunity but Prague finds this rather senseless - couldn't she have aided in something better than that? Perhaps it's a fitting trait since her progeny often got themselves in the line of proverbial fire it's quite possible nowadays to be in the line of literal fire.
Firefox was not a newborn, he was approaching the year mark and she grew more agitated with his nursing each day. Soon he would need to leave the Jungle, despite he hasn't been raised much in it. She is trying to do better as a mother but it's a slow process. Any progress is better than her most recent attempts. "Come, Firefox - it is time to learn about where you come from and who you will respect," she says sending out 'feelers' to those sisters of hers that she was no harm nor the boy. She was simply bringing him back with her, a woman on the mend.
"You will live with us here for another year at best, what is your first impression? You are lucky to have an ancient mother, I can tell you much about this place," she chuckled to herself, knowing that young children didn't care about history or the like. She softly sighs, hoping that she heals instead of get worse.