<span style="color: orange">"I don't care, I still have an unreasonable hatred for that woman and I don't think anything will ever change that. But if it brings you any peace I don't plan on acting on it... I have self-control, if nothing else."</span>She sat up and looked off into the distance for a moment.<span style="color: orange">"It's... it could be bad, it could be nothing. I don't care enough to look into it, I'd much rather just sit here with you for a while."</span><br/><br/>The'kal looked up at Ashia for a moment and motioned for her to join them on the bench.<span style="color: olive">"The'kal be in the mood for havin' a child, an' short of payin' Nalo's insane prices dere be no otha' worthy breeders in dis wretched city den you." </span>She stretched her arms above her head and looked up at the sky.<span style="color: olive"> "Vyre's gonna be goin' inta heat soon, an' you can't do nothin' 'bout it nor can ya really keep her from tryin' to pounce on men. 'O course, if she were pregnant dere wouldn't be an issue."</span>She looked back to the dragon and poked her midsection.<span style="color: olive">"Problem be, ya' don't make eggs fast enough. Now, my mother created de very spells used to change ya reproductive system an' Ol'The'kal here can work'em to our benefit. I can make ya make'm faster, slower, or even not at all." </span>The Troll paused and looked up at the dragon.<span style="color: olive">"Do ya' see where ah' be goin' wit dis? Ya give me an egg, and I'll give ya a means to help out Vyre. Ya do want ta' help her, don'tcha? Imagine all de men you'd have to kill if she went into heat."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>