It was time. Time to add another kid to the family, and Tora had been asked to find herself a mate. Tora wasn't exactly keen on the idea. How exactly was she supposed to go about finding a mate, anyways? Her mother's group of imbuing slaves were off-limits, and so Tora was on her own to find somebody with traits that could aid the family somehow.
Maybe a geist for their stealth? Or a naga for their venom? It was hard to choose, and even harder to believe that was happening. Was Tora this old already? Old enough that it was expected of her to bring in fresh blood to raise in to the family? It felt so surreal. Tora had been so busy doing her job that the years flew by before she even realized she was already well in to her late ******** this!
But Tora had a duty to fulfill. And that was far more important than her personal feeling on the matter.
Tora would imbue. Then hand the kid off if they proved too much trouble for her to raise. The family could raise them.
