“Creation, no.” It wasn't even that Iris hadn't considered having another child, all mothers did occasionally entertain the notion, but the timing would be poor. What with this still being relatively close on the tail of Zephyrus' infidelity with Podarge. It wasn't far enough behind them where Iris would be comfortable bringing another child into the world. Not to mention Iris wasn't entirely sure Pothos wasn't the cause behind Zephyrus' infidelity. She would never blame her child directly, but there was suspicion.
She shook her head. “Not that I haven't entertained the idea, and I'm sure Pothos would be fine... especially now that he has half-brothers. But that's not my concern.” Well, it was, but it had been mostly dealt with. She was still dealing with it. She would forever have to deal with it. Her treacherous sister and her bastard sons.
“I'm afraid that my concern,” she lifted the wine goblet again and spoke over the lip of the goblet, “lays in where I fear his purview resides.” The Rainbow took a long drink of the wine before lowering it again.
Then she thought perhaps she should explain a bit further. “We never thought much about where Poth's talents may reside and figured he would come into his powers as he grew older. But with Rainbow and Wind, one would expect... certain... results. Certain qualities in a child of such a union.” Iris fidgeted with the stem of the goblet. “One would expect him to be a weather god of some kind. But... Zephyrus and I have suspicions of otherwise.”
She paused a moment, “He doesn't seem to care for it when Zephyrus and I quarrel. No child does, I imagine. But he seems to have discovered a talent for... getting us distracted from our fight.” Iris wasn't quite sure how to put it, short of just coming out and saying it in a blatant way. “And Zephyrus and I find ourselves... later... perplexed as to how we went from fighting to intertwining.”