01-10-2021, 02:00 PM
Vastra would’ve been shocked if her mostly-joking offer had been accepted, and it’s entertaining to see Pteron shake his head. She would, absolutely, give up this burden if given the choice - and given the chance to give the foal to someone who could care for it. In place of that, though, she knows that whatever little beast might be growing within her now they are probably better off with her.
Her stormy eyes are still light with a growing smile when she replies. “Just as well, I was on my way to Tephra to harass the father with the same offer.” Her eyes turn momentarily to the direction of where that shore lies and she wonders what sort of father Svedka is going to be. He’ll be given a choice, naturally - much as she hates being pregnant she won’t force her child on anyone that does not care to be involved. She’ll be annoyed but content to raise it on her own - but he’ll damn well know the price their little game had come with and meet the child first.
But her attention turns back to Pteron and this debris-strewn beach as thoughts of those future conversations are brushed aside.
“The tropics suit you. Have you been here long?”
Her stormy eyes are still light with a growing smile when she replies. “Just as well, I was on my way to Tephra to harass the father with the same offer.” Her eyes turn momentarily to the direction of where that shore lies and she wonders what sort of father Svedka is going to be. He’ll be given a choice, naturally - much as she hates being pregnant she won’t force her child on anyone that does not care to be involved. She’ll be annoyed but content to raise it on her own - but he’ll damn well know the price their little game had come with and meet the child first.
But her attention turns back to Pteron and this debris-strewn beach as thoughts of those future conversations are brushed aside.
“The tropics suit you. Have you been here long?”
VASTRA
@[Pteron]