Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150307233515/@comment-5583506-20150311233859

She suddenly seemed to sharpen up, as if he had been asking her what colour she wore on her underwear. "My... my childhood?! 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!"

She smiled slightly at the memory.

"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."

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