21.Jan.12, 07:20 PM
Lymsleia grinned, she'd forgotten that most peoples every day lives didn't revolve around it- not in the way that her's did. Sex produced children and their safe, deliver, and all the associated things were her domanin- of a sort.
"The flight was sometihng else?" she echoed lightly. She stepped towards the door holding the cup of liquid. "After you." she glanced at the window and the back to the Bronzerider. "Yes Blueriders. My mother might be here to actually, her name is Arshtat, also a Healer.." she paused at this. "And I guess she's busy doing other things. My brother's name is Freyadoran. Though I've never actually met him." she mused at this prospect. A desire to be close to someone she's never met.
She didn't miss her brothers back home as much, but it was the one sibling she'd never actually met- that had captivated her imaginition. "He left me pictures of dragons. Drawings." she says in a strange of sort pride. "MY father is... is .. I don't know him at all. Its weird. I guess the man who take care of our runners in the holding-owned lands was more my father than the made who my mother professed to love." She leaned on the door. "My mother actually would be an easy person to spot I guess." She opened the door wide.
"The flight was sometihng else?" she echoed lightly. She stepped towards the door holding the cup of liquid. "After you." she glanced at the window and the back to the Bronzerider. "Yes Blueriders. My mother might be here to actually, her name is Arshtat, also a Healer.." she paused at this. "And I guess she's busy doing other things. My brother's name is Freyadoran. Though I've never actually met him." she mused at this prospect. A desire to be close to someone she's never met.
She didn't miss her brothers back home as much, but it was the one sibling she'd never actually met- that had captivated her imaginition. "He left me pictures of dragons. Drawings." she says in a strange of sort pride. "MY father is... is .. I don't know him at all. Its weird. I guess the man who take care of our runners in the holding-owned lands was more my father than the made who my mother professed to love." She leaned on the door. "My mother actually would be an easy person to spot I guess." She opened the door wide.