The mother of minds
"Who, or what are you? And, why do you want to mate with me? For what purpose?" Was a question that I had decided to ask the beautiful but strange looking lady below me.
The lady looked certainly young, and although petite, she seemed to be quite tall. The features of her face and her slim body described the very definition of a nineteen year old girl, however, I knew that she is nowhere near such an age, because she definitely has to be older than a thousand years if she's some supernatural being that resides in the mystical plane that I am in.