It is death as well; Lauralae knows that. The dhampir heritage that courses through her veins is something that she does not necessarily try to hide; she knows the reaction the world will have for her. Aramas had shown her that, and there's a knot of nausea in her stomach as she glares up at Dany, unsure.
She does not know what to do with herself, but she knows that their eggs... They must be kin. No matter how she feels about Dany, how twisted and confused her mind is, she is another egg carrier. Their dragons will know one another.
"... As you wish." Lauralae moves, whistling, and Rav'ahm comes down to nestle on her shoulder, wings flicking a little. "I will listen."
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It is death as well; Lauralae knows that. The dhampir heritage that courses through her veins is something that she does not necessarily try to hide; she knows the reaction the world will have for her. Aramas had shown her that, and there's a knot of nausea in her stomach as she glares up at Dany, unsure.
She does not know what to do with herself, but she knows that their eggs... They must be kin. No matter how she feels about Dany, how twisted and confused her mind is, she is another egg carrier. Their dragons will know one another.
"... As you wish." Lauralae moves, whistling, and Rav'ahm comes down to nestle on her shoulder, wings flicking a little. "I will listen."