Blacktail Deer Plateau [j] inhale to the top of my lungs

"I understand, and just because I am a soldier does not mean I'm a warmonger," Lux spoke softly, demurely, submissively. "I figure my talents would be more useful on the borders as a Guardian -- or whatever you name them as." She was fine with a peaceful pack, offering them her protection and the assurance that it would remain peaceful. Her profession was war, but, even Spartans became politicians, husbands, fathers. That was the current stage of her life - fresh out of adolescence and training. His question was fair and she saw no reason not indulge. It wasn't as if she were ashamed. "I was taken as a child - before we really understand genders. I was always androgynous I guess, and the mentors trained me as if I were a boy, even called me 'boy'. I didn't have a choice but I liked it -- being a boy I mean. So I identify as a male rather than a female." A lofty shrug was given as if it were no big deal because to her it wasn't. "If you're concerned about me flirting with females and making them uncomfortable or whatever, don't be. I won't make anyone uncomfortable. I only show interest if they do." Perhaps hearing that might have made him uncomfortable but Lux figured it was best to get that out in the open too, while she was at it.