Blood flushed to her cheeks as embarassment washed over her whilst the russet masked boy would reply -- he seemed just as awkward about it as she. Perhaps they weren't ready to have children yet -- they didn't even know how to make them. Being in heat was such a terrible thing, but she hadn't expected it to have her desire to have children with somebody, and that somebody happened to be Quintus. "I'm sorry... It's just... being in heat... is entirely new to me... I-I don't really know what to do about my want to be a mother and to have you be the father. It's too early yet, isn't it?" Thoughtfully she would tip her crown up slightly, mismatched gems peering up at the boy who stood at the same height as the mocha cloaked tempest. Would he want to have and parent children with her? Or would she have to deal with heat for the entirity of summer: the season of miserable heat in the eastern lands.
