Thunder Dome the way in

Never could she have any problem with sharing of her past, her childhood and upbringing. She took pride in her life prior to her decision to travel, even if some back home might have viewed her choice far differently. Alas, she knew the truth, which was what mattered most, and that truth was what she would always share when asked of her younger self. It helped, too, with her willingness to share that she sought out the chance to learn more of her fellow tribe members. In doing so, one must also be open to telling of their own life, or else how could they possibly expect another to be interested in telling their own story?

"Many parts if it were," she voiced, briefly recalling a few of the pleasant memories she held. "Though the constant flow of various lessons did not always sit well with me. There were some occasions in which I had considered going into hiding for any stretch of time." At that, she chuckled a bit, knowing now just how little that would have accomplished. All it would have done was make things more problematic, both for herself and the elders. Not to mention the matter of dealing with Draco, who could have easily taken the reins had the girl not learned all she had. In her younger days, the dragon would have held little remorse for jumping at an opportunity to control her, as their time together was little and uneventful. Since then, however, the two had been given the time to bond, to understand one another, as well as learn to value the other's abilities and worth. There were times, still, in which Draco tried for control, but they were few and short-lived.

Realizing she'd grown distracted by her own thoughts and memories, she dismissed it all and looked to the dark male. He had mentioned his own upbringing, however brief it may have been, earning him her curiosity. They had known one another for only a small amount of time, but she couldn't help but ask, "Would you mind telling me a bit more of your own childhood?"