<span style="color: #0080ff">“You think Vyre is mortal? She’s probably older than every living person in this city combined.” </span>She shook her head and followed Leeta, giving Frank’s hand a soft squeeze.<span style="color: #0080ff"> “I was pregnant with my daughter before I knew more than her first name due to some… miscommunication between me and the woman I worked for as a servant. Ashia and I don’t get along.” </span>She looked at the offered drink then handed it to Frank.<span style="color: #0080ff">“Like you said, we’re mutated, we’re abominations. Frank treats me like I’m just another woman, he’s caring, patient, and would spend all day reading books with me in bed. Plus my daughter adores him. I… well I love him and I can think of no better expression of that love than to carry his children.”</span>There wasn’t a hint of shame or hesitation as she spoke and she even smiled a little.<span style="color: #0080ff">“He is very capable of pleasing me and hopefully impregnating me. Our bodies have been changed to be more compatible sexually while still I’m still able to with your mother if I want to. We have befriended an Eternal who is happy to help us with small things so his mortality may not be an issue in the future. It’s still something we need to discuss. Your mother made an enemy of Ras, that’s pretty fucking stupid, especially after the stunt your brother pulled. My former Mistress is a very well connected woman, I would have been fine as would my daughter. And besides, I’m not a Blue dragon anymore. I’m different and know how to play nice with mortals.” </span>She sighed softly and nodded.<span style="color: #0080ff">“I understand your reasoning but things are changing for your family, for our kind, it’s slow but thing are getting better. Your mother has an entire village of women to impregnate, she has a goddess looking over her and the children, and all of us adult dragonlings have power to rival the Aspects themselves to protect our offspring. If you still have nothing to do later I’d like to introduce you to my sisters. And let you speak to your mother, of course.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>