Sleeping Dragon pulse

it was common, in her opinion, for men to roam the lands and knock up women left and right without being sentenced any consequences. whereas she had always felt judged for being a women and doing the same thing. the spunky skayona let little bother her, as others opinions meant little to her, but it had always been so double sided and she'd always found she held a strong dislike for people who only thought that way. Dio seemed to imply he had lived a similar life-- at least at one point, though she felt a strong difference in the outcomes. he appeared to have children, possibly hundreds(not really), whereas she got away scot-free.

she studied him. she had nothing to judge him on, but she was certainly curious. she wasn't sure she would want a man who just knocked her up to be in the picture, but she wondered if he'd ever hung around-- it didn't seem like it, and maybe it didn't really matter. "what a slut," she purred gently, returning his grin and nudging his shoulder. it was all in good jest, she didn't mean anything by it, and she hoped he wouldn't take it to heart, but she continued just in case-- that way he couldn't linger. "how many were from that litter, the one you knew?" she asked with genuine interest, tail waving once.