Dragoncrest Cliffs In the Curve of Old Bones

chani had a problem: she did not know what she wanted to be. 
she came from bards and warriors and pirates, from guardians and warriors and medics, from those skilled to those just learning.
but chani had little head for medicines and even less for fighting. there was no reason to fight, not with how powerful sapphique was. and the girl was not bored only — restless.
her auntie had gone out. her auntie had come back, a bit roughed up but glowing.
these were some of the things she did not understand.
a howl at the borders brought the leggy seapup into view. she knew the scent from her time with mulherin, and approached with a friendly wave of her tail. "i be chani. are you here for chacal or mireille?"