Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150307233515/@comment-5543592-20150311234532

"My... my childhood?"

Perdix smiled and canted his head,  "Yeah.  That's not a problem, right?"

"Well, there's... not much to say. I was born in 4E 180 under the sign of the Warrior. The midwives had predicted a third son, but then I came along and spoiled all their fun. My childhood mostly consisted of... you know... childish stuff. I was mocked by my older brother Rigvar for having silly dreams. He used to call me 'Little pup'. Gods, how I hated that name!"

"It sounds cute." Perdix said pointedly with his signature grin. Suiting.

She continued: "The days were pretty normal. For a clanmember, I guess? Much was expected of me. You can consider each clan as an equivalent to a royal house, and if that's the case, I almost bear the same status as that of a pretty little princess. So, you can guess how much people were worried about me. I was escorted wherever I went. I wasn't allowed to play with weapons until I was six. There were plans of whom I was going to marry."

At that second to last sentence, Perdix suddenly looked slightly more concerned, his interest turning from curiousity to worry.

"Common for anyone born within a clan. It provides great freedom, but it is a prison of duties..."

"Who are you planned to marry?" He asked, his voice sounding slightly unsteady. For someone who