Greatwater Lake i follow rivers

"The Cult I heil form worshipped Dark Gods, none of which I currently remember the names of. Me and my sisters were thought of as blessings from those gods, due to the colors of our pelts. I am, of course, white. One of my sisters is pitch black, and the other is pale grey. I have not seen them since the night we returned from gathering offerings, only to find our entire family slaughtered. I was bent on leaving that life behind me. Still am, truthfully. But, I would not be shocked to find that other warriors practice some form of Craft." Nyra responded, coming closer to her new companion and easing herself to lie down on the grass. It was peaceful out here, in her mind. 
"I'm not half the witch I once was, two and a half years ago or so. I'm putting my all into learning the trade of a warrior, the art of combat. So I may defend those that matter to me."