Well, this wasn’t a conversation that would come easily. Much in the Warlords life had changed. He was not a harbinger of violence any longer, he had not been for some time. He was a father, and a leader. He fought solely to protect what was his. When was the last time he had knocked someone down because he didn’t like the way they looked at him? Perhaps some other things ought to change as well. It wasn’t a decision he could reach himself, and so he brought his Lady into the equation. He had been hunting in the prairie when came upon his epiphany, and so with rabbit in one side of his maw, and a bunch of Zee’s favourite flowers in the other, the titan-sized softy went in search of his one true love. "Zee" & "Sirius"

Zee had been scouring the plains in search of little Ophie - she'd long missed her bath time and there was no chance the very proud queen would allow her stinkiest child to continue to roam the Armada in god-knows-how-many-days of grime. Thankfully her daughter's oddity made tracking her relatively easy in comparison to the others of the litter, and Zee was hot on the trail when suddenly the scent of fresh flowers and meat drew her attention. Sirius was very, very good at distracting Zee off of her current dilemmas whatever they may be.

She stepped to meet him, eyeing the gifts with poorly-veiled playful suspicion. "What did you do this time?" Zee joked to her husband, raising one brow towards him and letting her lips crack into a smile. Ophie's bath could wait another few hours, she supposed.

The warlord glanced at his love, then down at his mouthful or burden, and grinned. “Well, I didn’t break any pillows, start any wars, or steal any slaves. So, that's a good start, right?” he teased, placing the rabbit down at her feet, before tucking a few flower stems behind her ear, and kissing her forehead just below them. “Actually, I did want to have a chat, if you have a moment” he said, taking a seat bride her, and gently leaning his taller frame against hers. “It’s about Aslatiel and Indigo” He began, his voice growing a little sad, a little strained. “I fear my beliefs have chased them away from us. My skin crawls at the idea, it is… a perversion of nature. But they are our children, and I love them. I want your full and honest opinion. Should I lessen the ban against it? Make it a ban against children instead of a ban against love? Perhaps… if they truly desired, they could find a donor or surrogate.” his face pulled in an expression of unease. He suggested it only because of how badly he loved and missed his children. "Zee" & "Sirius"

The weight of Sirius' confession drew Zee's lighthearted grin away, even after he'd planted upon her a kiss and a flower. She leaned against his towering frame as he moved against her, and blew out a heavy sigh into his plush fur. Asla and Indy had been on her mind often as of late. Indy had left, Asla was pulling away - Seer's fears were realistic. They'd driven their children away with their reaction, and Zee still did not know whether or not they were justified in their decision to ban the incestuous practice or not.

"I really don't know." She admitted after a long moment of thought. "What would banning children accomplish? Are you strong enough of will to follow through with the ban should children happen anyways?" The only way they could make their restriction clear would be with the threat of death to any product their relationship may make - and Zee would never be able to bring herself to slaughter her own grandchildren. That task would be on Sirius' shoulders, and she wondered if the softened warlord still had that sort of punishment in him.

The Warlord turned his head, burying his nose into Zee’s coat, and taking a long, deep breath of her. The point she raised was a good one. Accidents happened. What would it mean if an accident happened here? Could he bare it if mutant little offspring of his and Zee’s beloved line began to run around? He shuddered softly. No, if it happened… he would be forced to put down tiny new life. That would hurt him, a great, great deal. Could he take that price, for the reward of the possibility of his children coming home?

‘I just want them back.” he said softly, miserably. “I didn’t do enough with those two, didn’t shower them in enough love. Didn’t show it often enough” he had built them beautiful places to call their own, but had he really spent enough time with them? In the end, he had pushed them away. Shoved, really, with his threat to them. “Perhaps… if there is a herb to make him impotent?” did such a thing exist?