Sleeping Dragon And I'll undress

She watches as the boy quickly-- and adorably-- retreats from whatever he was doing and stares at her with a wide pair of innocent eyes. She smiles sweetly, unable to find it in her to judge the child. While Portia had no desire to have her own family, her maternal instinct was somewhat impressive. Maybe it was the caretaker inside her that just knew the ins and outs of pup care, or maybe she truly did have it in her to be a stay at home mom sort of gal. Regardless, she tilts her head to him.

"My name is Portia," she says softly. "I am a Skayona." She wonders if the boy knows what that means, or has heard it before-- probably not, but it feels ok to talk too much to a child. "Do you have a name, sweetheart?"