Thunder Dome a place like magic

She smiles and was that the faintest quiver he saw rippling out over the scarred back of her spine? She speaks then of the jem which is her home, their home, if even for a little while on his end. 

She dips down, inspecting an herb. No - not what she was looking for. Aiolos knew nothing of plants and their healing properties. Then she asks of the Nereides. He pauses his movements, overlooking her only curious expression. He was not ashamed of their customs, of what he, as a male, was to them. Yet still he had a hard time explaining. They originate not from Teekon. But a place called Themiscyra, a large island. Which would explain having not heard from them on these northern shores. 

I was born in a place called Black Bayou. Our territory was on a dry rise surrounded by very brackish waters all around just off the coast. It was relatively secluded, given the muck you had to go through to get to the borders. A small pack. An incredibly spiteful and unjust one, whose ignorance made them believe the leader was untouchable and the members had no where else to go. He didnt mention his upbringing, why would he? It was a pitiful story and not one he was particularly fond of. He'd never get anywhere if he was known as the basterd child of his birth pack. 

Though the Nereides were not afraid of getting a little wet and when a raiding party left their island and onto the mainland, they found the Bayou and attacked. I was taken as one of their claims, as I was still just a yearling, perfect for training. For molding, for manipulation. 

Aiolos paused their slow pace through the beautiful forestry of the cavern, allowing himself to steal a glance once more at her pink-scarred face for her reaction to this.