<span style="font-style: italic">'Well to put it simply, I am a mixed breed when it comes to dragons, my mother was a water dragon, and my father was a fire dragon. Normally the children of opposite elemental dragons don't live past their fiftieth birth day. I am 350 years old, and technically I'm a runt, midget, dwarf, what have you. Someone the ladies and gents can have fun with, but not start a family with. I have only fathered three litters, and only from the last one are the off springs getting past their first century. All three litters, to hear the mothers say it, were accidents. Are you going to want children, and do you think you could handle having deformed children or still born births?'</span><br/><br/>Clara had remained quiet through everything that Artimer had told her but she never let him go. He was bringing up fears she had not yet thought over and now even she was worried. She had been worried that she could not be a good mother and now she had to worry about whether or not they survived being born? She buried her face against Artimers chest as she felt her eyes well up with tears but her voice was steady when she spoke, 'I have honestly never thought of what my life would be like outside of the War....'<br/><br/>She took in a deep breath and calmed herself, 'Children and a family were never a possibility for me since I expected to be killed in battle at some point.' She moved back enough to look into his eyes, 'I.. I would try to have a child for you even if there is a chance that... That they wont make it or be... deformed.' She honestly was thinking about what it would be like to have a family but right now.... 'For now Artimer we don't have to worry about that. We need to concentrate on the.. the war and this Deamon. We can discuss this again when our people are at peace.' She could not imagine having a family if a war was still emanate. She did not want a child of hers to go through what she had. She also didn't want to abondon a child like hers had....