Dragoncrest Cliffs Outcast Drake

She was interested when he said guardian - she'd never be, nor did she wish to become, a warrior; her tiny frame meant others would have the obvious advantage. But defensive fighting - that could be useful. "I don't know much about fighting, but I'd like to learn - at least enough so that I'm not totally helpless in a fight." She admitted, answering his next question a beat later. As she grew, her shyness faded fast, especially after she'd come to the realization that it would only hinder her. Besides, the world had yet to hurt her. "Dio, and Portia. My mother's a healer, and my fathers gone to fight."  She didn't mention Sirio, he'd been distant, lately, and she wasn't exactly keen to admit that she was related to a Branwoda.