Wheeling Gull Isle i know, i know

What's that supposed to mean? She turned her attention from the ponies and shifted to face Feng, her expression twisted into offended humor. Why just my family, hm? The original offense was slowly morphed into something more mischevious, more willing to entertain his slight.

Ying lifted herself up into a seat and carefully groomed the pelage on her breast. Clearing her throat, she announced, My children will be perfect. Much better than your children, I'm sure. Her heat still had yet to come, though she was holding onto hope. Becoming a mother wasn't something that she was interested in, but at her age, what other options did she have?