Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches
Rain preened when the mighty giant called her a “great hero”. It made her ember crackle in her chest, but not in the usual, painful way, more how thunder and lightning could set your skin prickling. She didn’t much want to go out and tear things apart anymore—well, she did, but not as much, not right now. Instead, she wanted to stay put, and try ‘beer’, and watch Quinnlash and granny beat the teeth out of each other until it stopped being funny.
Pink and blue introduced themselves though, and it only confused Rain even more. Quinnlash, Lexann, Trantascilia. None of these were words, she was certain of it. ‘Stormbrew’ at least had it partly right, but fucked if she any idea what a Loughvein or a ‘Kimna…Kimmython…’ a whatever that was, was. And those were their chosen names, too! She could tell, ‘cause there wasn’t a single number in any of them. So they’d just…what—made them up? Could you do that? Was that allowed? But you couldn’t like something made up.
Oh well, if nothing else, it reminded her not to introduce herself by her old name. She’d done that on accident on her way to Uglydein, and gotten weird looks, like they all knew she’d left that name behind.
“Rain on My Skin, Ice in My Mouth,” she said, climbing onto one of the chairs by the table, so she could shake Lexann’s hand before it was pulled away from Tranta. She could quite get her fingers around it, even with her claws, so she settled for just patting the woman’s massive hand. “Best, most awesome Hunter in Scila, and probably Assyl, too, but I haven’t seen it all yet so I still gotta make sure.”
She hopped back down again, teeth rattling in her pockets. A few spilled out to clatter on the ground, but she left them to pick up later. “Hey,” she said, looking back up to Tranta. “You said we gotta wait for Galeel, that’s the big pyromancer, right?” her lips pulled into a sharp, disgusted frown. “He’s not gonna hang out with us, is he? He’s kinda really old. And gross.”
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