Sleeping Dragon Onyx

portia actually hated her mother, quite a bit. so heda's response wouldn't have dulled her spirits. if anything, it would've made a bit more sense, since it was probably just her own conscious yelling at her to stop whoring around a pick a spot to live-- otherwise she probably would've died, cold and starving and probably pregnant.

"i wish i had that," she said with a shrug and a smile. "my mother was just a bitch--" she paused, "--excuse my language. but to have so many leaders hanging around and sharing guidance-- it's really wonderful." she stared forward for a moment, tail swishing. she then smiled brighter, almost mischievously, and said confidently, "mochof gon sharing. ai laik ste learning, ba ai feel mo gon houm in drageda." there! she may not have fully understood the ways of the culture, but she was trying. her ignorance on the subject aside, she hoped a sentence in their native language would make her heda proud of her, and not like she was speaking to a dumbass who couldn't even wrap her mind around what portia felt was a large portion of their culture.