( hope you dont mind if i go in self roleplay mode)
Demonca yawns as she clims out of her top bunk of the bed.she thinks about when she was 4. drawing on the walls useing dyed clay. her yonger tiwn siblings did the same when they where only 2! now as dalyor age 17 was flrting with the elfen girls that pass by each morning. demonca sighs.. grabs her flowers and sets then on three graves... her only 8 yera old sister, mother ands father, she longed to see them again.. but all thanks to dalyor seting fire onto the house. but it wasnt his falt he was only 8. shehad small ffire scars on her, they were not much, just there. but along with the fire scars... she had some from the wip of her teacher... that wasnt... lets say nice and kind. she goes into her house.. wirth held some trases of thefire.. only the brik and walls that were drawn on was standing.but the whole vilggle wich wasnt much, after all they where only a town called blacksno, like wiredest name ever. she was thinking about moving to a place near talon's port.
