Rae decided she would just have water too as she listened to him; no point in drinking alone, and none of her other friends were here at the moment. She smiled. "I thought 'Wheatly' was your family name," she said, amused. Well, now she knew better. "Well, I'm glad you're with us, Wheatly. You're a nice person and a good ally. I'll try to keep a better eye on you in the future." She took a green feather from her shoulder and chewed on the quill portion of it as she thought. "I guess my story isn't too interesting either."
She leaned back in her chair and folded her hands behind her head. "My family's pretty small, if you don't count clan. Just me, my big sister Riawilde, my father Kanescorim, and my mother Calonrae. Technically I'm named after my mother. We're both Rae, like my sister is Ria and my father is Corim, but it's a custom of the Tyrmitore clan to take your position in the tribe as part of your name. If I had been a druid like my mother, I would have been Calonrae too... but I ended up following my father to the way of the sword, Kanes. Even then, there are distinctions. My father was Kethavel Kanes, and I was Kornes Kanes because, as rarely happens in our clan, I was born with a deep reservoir of rage."
She laughed at herself. "I don't know how Ria put up with me. Because Father was always off on patrol, and Mother had many ceremonial duties, it was her job to raise me despite it interfering with her own training. We got along pretty well for the most part, and she was the one who taught me how to calm down when I got too angry... and I almost always was, because I was a clumsy kid. I wanted to be as strong and fast as my father, and fight the nasty Orcs and Goblins like he did and be a hero! But I was too little." She took the feather out of her mouth and idly drug the soft end across the table.
"That's where I went back to. Back home. I wanted to master myself, and so I asked my father to teach me the ways of the Kethavel Kanes. I had to give up my armor and learn how to protect myself by avoiding blows rather than meeting them. The training was so rigorous that I think I'm not as strong as I used to be!" That was true. Her excess muscle had been slowing her down; Corim's exercises and training had trimmed it away to only the amount she needed for her chosen weapon. "But... I think I'm much the better for it. A bit wiser, a bit more focused."
She put the feather back. "He didn't say... but I think he's proud of me. Me and Tali, we've been together for, gosh, I don't know. Years. We've made a name for ourselves up and down the coast. He didn't talk about any of it, but he looked happy to see me... like he'd heard of what I had accomplished and approved." She looked at Wheatly. "What about your parents? What did they think of you choosing to become a priest?"
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