"Hello Celeste!" Glace said, greeting her with a smile and warm familiarity. He was wearing swimming trunks and no shirt. He walked down into the pool, enjoying the spreading chill of the water. "You're right. I'm here to get out of the sun, if anything."

Above them, Popplio circled the pool, trailing snow into the water. Soon, patches of unseasonable ice were forming on the surface of the pool. Some of the baby Pokemon playing in the pool started to shiver and leave.

"Summer is not my forte, though some exercise never hurt anyone." He stretched his legs under the water, floating across the surface. Tiny chunks of ice floated beside him, as if he had taken a dip in a chilled summer drink. "What brings you out today?"

"It is a wonder to carry the next generation," Glace said, looking a little disappointed that his actions had caused the baby Pokemon to leave. "There is something magical about being able to influence the world in such a profound way."

"I won't say that it's like living forever, because it simply isn't. Legacy isn't made through children, and a child is no more an extension of you than a golf club. Which is to say that claiming your child is an extension of you is to reduce a person to the status of a 'tool'." Glace grimaced. "Sorry, I've met some horrid people in the past, and most of what makes them so terrible is that they see others as mere items."

He let out a long, cool breath, and let the chill soak into his body. "Do you have any kids Celeste?"

"No children." Celeste was straightforward with her response, slowly sitting down on the edge of the water to dangle her feet in below. Her parasol still resting overhead, keeping her nice and shaded in its comparative darkness.

"My genes are not something I would wish to pass on, anyways. I have expressed my condition before, yes? The likelihood that I would perish from childbirth is exceedingly high, regardless." Such a dark topic was approached with the same casual tone she always used. "And even if survived, the chance that I live to see them grow old, is equally as unlikely."

She sighed softly, letting her eyes close as she just took in the world around them. The splashes of the water, the cool summer breeze, it was nice to go out and about in one reality, even if leaving her house in the other was always such a difficult task.

"However, I sympathise with your words. A child is its own soul. To bring it into the world, and to view it look a tool, something to be discarded once it is no longer useful? Tis an abhorrent reality of so many parents."

Perhaps ironically, that was precisely when an egg would be placed right upon her lap.

She blinked in surprise, opening her eyes to see some of the baby Pokémon, and her Sobble, had carried a few eggs over for the two of them. It seemed Sobble was a natural with the younglings, after all.

Celeste's lips immediately twisted into a soft smile, placing her hands upon the egg. "Although, I suppose, one need not be a Mother to be a Mom."

Within mere moments, the egg began to crack beneath her touch, and a soft line shined within before the shell began to fall away. The small Teacup Ghost within, seemingly unsure of the world around, floated up a few inches, glancing acround.

"Ahh, come here little one. You will grow up to be something great one day, I can assure it."