then comes poem with a baby carriage

She was busy working with the strange, haphazard garden that she was bent on creating. Mounds of peat were bunched underneath a dense thicket and she was diligently laying them out flat when she heard Poem's call. Covered in dirt, she bounded towards the summons eagerly. They were both wrapped up in strange new circumstances - Poem, newly married, and Theory passing her days with Thalia. She wasn't quite sure what to call them, if there even was a "them" to merit naming the situation, but she was content. Her siblings would reach their majority soon and begin to select their paths in life. That frightened her, but she knew their family would always be there for them, no matter the route they chose. "Poem?" she replied, her short tail wagging. "What brings you to me, sister of mine?" Theory nuzzled her cheek briefly and caught a whiff of something... different. There was a subtle change to her sister's scent. She was intimately familiar with her sister; any changes to her scent were immediately recognizable.