get ahead of myself

Desdemona knew her strengths and weaknesses. charming men and watching others flail desperately... but children were one of those strange dualities. both a strength and a weakness.. expected to be maternal, though having little but impatience toward children (especially unruly ones), and expected to raise a brood... she knew she would be picky on who she'd procreate with. strength in bloodlines. casual encounters was something else entirely. it was weakness to care about something that was so small and weak itself. she knew better to get attached to any child. they could die easily.

and anyone she mated with would have to understand if the pup was not desirable in their lineage, it had been taught to her to get rid of such poor stock. no deformities, no disabilities... no weak links in the chain. yet all this could easily change in the coming months. who knew what the future held, really? Desdemona, therefore, wasn't exactly surprised to hear another woman had simply abandoned their child. she had no way of knowing if this Banshee was purposefully abandoned or merely accidentally. "a good opportunity to mold her to your liking, instead of this woman's" she offered logically.

a breezy chuckle escaped her lips. "we shall have to fix that" Desdemona added in "an ego is one of the things a woman must wear well" if one could not have pride in oneself, the female was left to the devices of a male's whim. "but a nice snack, yes? how about a bird for little Banshee? she can play with the feathers." her dawn hued eyes looked above the pair to the fluttering avians.