Golden Glade Born of fire, bound to nothing

Her smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she watched Mictec pull back the bark, revealing the small cache of carcasses beneath.

“Mis dioses,” she repeated softly, unable to hide the soft widening of eyes. “Sí, luck is on your side, chica. Un verdadero cazador.” She stepped closer, inspecting the cache with a quick glance. Small game, but it was cleanly kept and carefully stored. Respectable, considering she’d done it solo.

At Mictec’s offer, Aitana tilted her head, feigning a moment of exaggerated deliberation. “Gracias,” Aitana huffed in mild amusement, thoroughly impressed. “But I wouldn’t want to take from your hard-earned stash, amiga. We will need it when the ash turns to ice.”

She turned and watched as Mictec made to change the subject, quickly asking about her backstory. Stepping away from the cache and back into the open air of the glade, she swished her tail, almost as if wracked by nerves to recount her tale. “I was raised by a bunch of heréticos who thought the gods had all the answers. Left home a while back. Too many rules, not enough... freedom.” She shrugged, doing her best to brush it off.

"Besides, what is family, eh? Just blood. There is more to life than servitude and silence."