Guuurl quiet your face.
Isabella did not know if she wanted her own children. She had seen the job her mother did, and though she approved, she did not think her occupation was conducive to raising a child or two. Though Tlantli's idea of simply having a man there for reproductive purposes was fascinating. "Yes, I hear that. It's a great idea." Isabella had seen what a man could do to a woman, especially an independent woman. She had seen what a woman's so called mate would be willing to do on the side. She had gone into town with her step-father often enough and she knew that he was hardly the faithful sort, as she knew first hand. Men were only good for a few things in her eyes.
The woman slide a finger across her neck, making Isabella almost shiver with the thought. Cull the unworthy? That seemed logical, even though hardly ethical. Not that the gypsy woman was going to complain or protest. It was just too wise for her to think it wrong. "That is probably the most merciful thing to do," she nodded, almost sagely. "After all, if slaves get to live and they become useful, why should the eternally useless remain a wasteful blight?" That blight was a drain of resources and effort. "Perhaps there is a use for them in some way. Maybe as fodder for fights?" She was not one for combat, though she could see their use in large melees.
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