Emberflame Ridge a small candle

She had often been yelled at - and, as a kid, it had made her run for the hills. She'd cried so much at nights, she was afraid she'd drown. How could a mother be so cruel to her own daughter - something she birthed and nurtured and wanted to love? All Lumi ever sought was acceptance, but when she didn't get that from her own family (save for Revan), who else could she turn to?

She turned to herself. She found an inner peace, and had accepted that, yes; she was different. And naive. And maybe even a little weird at times. But there was so much good inside her too; she wanted to help, was always there for others and didn't beat herself down all that often anymore. So, when the fiery wolf stood taller and ordered her to swear, she remained calm. A quick swish of her tail and a raise of her head was all she gave.

I swear. She said sternly, a confident gaze as she looked directly into the other's green orbs. But if you ever size me up like this in front of the others, it will be the last time — is what she wanted to say, but sometimes things were better left unsaid to let peace remain.