In an winter that founded a series of small cities, a jarful of shepherds had made some tidy pieces with her. But somehow their masks brought an ill-luck, leaving her thrice-born. An oddity as she had assumed she was twice born; once to a mother, second to a mother. A three field system was established around her home, where predicted descendants would remain carefully in human form while the fathers left to search for pharmaceuticals. It was predicted she would make use of this time to fold away what remained of her eagerness for motherhood.