#author's note: she's not really from triskell quay but that's classified for real lmao

[i-mybrunettelady]

as promised: ⏳ ⏳ for liv and ⏳ for ren, mayhaps? :D @kerra-and-company

tall kids *nods*

"Me? I don't have a lot of things to tell, honestly. I'm just a humble blacksmith for the most part. It might be the residue Legions in me, but I don't see anything special worth talking about. El says otherwise, but it's hard to resist the line of thinking sometimes.

Then again, not many people desert the Legions. And keep the name they had under them. (he taps a claw against his chin.) Name... I do think we charr, Legion charr I mean, have an interesting naming customs. I've never met another Stormbreath, even though there are dozens of Storm warbands out there.

I was almost Stormheart. My magic was in the heart of the legion's name and bond and I was its heart in a way. I rejected it, though. Out of humility. They already named themselves after my air magic. They didn't need to put the bigger target on my back. (he straightens his shoulders; they crack.) It wasn't easy, being an elementalist in the Legions. An elementalist who's half-Flame. How my dam, a full on ex-Flame, does it is something I wonder about, but I'm not Iron anymore and she doesn't talk to me.

So I chose Stormbreath. El says it has power. He says it's amazing that I can stop someone's airflow by will. I don't think it's that amazing, while not... usual by any means. It could kill a man. I don't trust my own storms. A Stormbreath who doesn't trust his own storms.

I kept it as a way of shaming myself for leaving at first. Now, it's a reminder of what I must never do to another being unless really fucking pressed. It feels nice, though. Knowing that you can."

"Again? Don't you people have enough on me? I'm also really not a good storyteller.

But non-classified information is okay to be shared, I suppose. Nosy... I'm absolutely aware how this comes across as. I'm hypocritical, not stupid. (she taps a nail against the nearest surface.) I suppose I'm not used to people knowing things about me. Haven't been undercover for years now.

One must adapt and one must overcome.

I have an atrociously foreign accent when speaking Elonian. My girlfriend tried her best to remedy that, but it's of no use. I will forever sound like I'm from elsewhere. And I am. From Triskell Quay, Kingdom of Kryta. Akila finds it endlessly amusing, of course.

Don't tell her, but her Krytan's adorably accented as well.