Aurora Harper
Just when Aurora finished her private conversation with Cyan, a girl, standing at about 150cm, rushed into the bathroom, panting.
"I know you must be feeling some different emotions with your Pokemon being pregnant. Are you going to do all right..?" She asked, concerned.
"Well, yeah, we can cope, I mean, she's old enough to have offspring anyway," Aurora replied. "By the way, I'm Aurora Harper. And you?"
"Dara Radke," she replied.
"Well, thanks for being concerned about me, Dara," Aurora replied, though she was not smiling. Actually, she didn't feel that she should've followed her all the way here, but at least she should be grateful for it.
Aurora walked out of the lavatories, and headed straight to where the others were. "Well, no dorm info, but I have a feeling that they're gonna be up soon," she announced. However, she was thinking to herself, "Wow, these people are real slowcoaches. When on earth will the dorms be up?"
Irene Lopez... Well, more specifically, Crystal and Flora
"What's pregnancy?" the young Chikorita asked her godmother, Crystal. "What happens when you're pregnant?"
"Well, when a mummy Pokémon and a daddy Pokémon love each other very much, they decide to mate, and that's when the mummy Pokémon becomes pregnant, which means that she has a baby in her stomach," the smiling Froslass explained to Flora.
Flora tilted her head at this. "Won't the baby keep growing until it bursts out of the mummy Pokémon's stomach?" she asked, making Crystal giggle.
"No, you silly sausage," Crystal answered. "The baby is inside an egg, and after two months, the egg comes out. It then takes another month for the egg to hatch."
"How do they mate then?" the curious Chikorita asked again.
"Well..." Crystal began to say, feeling rather awkward. "I've never mated before in my life, so go ask your father."
So Flora went, and repeated the question to Charcoal. He just shook his head.
"You'll know when you are older, dear Flora," he softly told his daughter, holding her up with his hands. "You'll know when you're older."
And at that point, Charcoal could not prevent a big teardrop rolling down his orange face, as memories of his beloved mate, the Meganium, began to roll into his mind.
(OoC: Dorms, we need dorms!)