"I will worry about damaging you both, I am the Mother, that is my job." She chuckled softly as she spoke behind her hand. "Oh, it is not like I think Amos is better at anything. He will be lighter, and I've never flown before." She continued even as she felt that purr of a voice slide over her scales. Her wings fluttered just a little in response.
Shannon could never hide what his voice did to her. Regardless of her body's shape. She gave the God of Mischief a toothy grin. "We weren't talking about you." There was a twinkle in her silvery blue eyes.