An Upfront One

"They're gone." Mita said flatly, her hands resting on the table. She reached across to Netu's hand and grasped it."Almost all of us now. There's some left, scattered here and there but... well. I've said it. Believe me, it has been horrible. Horrible beyond horrible. But... I don't know. Years now. Once I got here and we were waiting on the hero... Well, I stopped counting."

She shrugged and slumped back in her chair, wiping her mouth and indicating with a wave of her hand that she was done eating.

"It's just a name, passed on from the eons by the cult. They believe in overripe fecundity, but actual bodily harm is not the goal. I joined when I knew my Biomancy skills would help with the repopulation of our kind. There are males left, yes, but I uh... Well. I have both sets of plumbing. And you... Well, you have the female set. But if we could change that, you and I could impregnate each other and that'd be at least two more Zoras for the effort."

And just like that, she had laid her plan out. She squeezed Netu's hand.