BreezeWolf

She grew up in a cold land with her Parents, the land vast and open. The snow would fall the Ice wall would grow. She spent her days learning to hunt and to make clothing out of furs and silks, slowly she grew to love the cold that bit her cheeks when she stepped out the small home. She meet no friends, besides the small rabbit hares, and Arctic foxes. She was always lonely and was always talking to herself. When she turned 14 her parents left her alone is the land alone. She was forced to hunt and cook, that period was harsh for her but she passed it through. When her parents returned they brought nothing back, she hunted for 3 days straight and left her parents alone while she got them food. She always wondered why her parents wanted to live here in the burning cold, she would sometimes over hear her parents talking about escaping raids and dangerous races like Orc's and Ologs.. But She never took that as a valid reason. She never ended up understanding why her parents truly wanted to stay here, no matter how much she asked to go somewhere warmer. She herself is very Calm and can't take anything serious. She is very slow in her normal state she thinks everything through since she had a lot of time to pass as a child. She Practices a Flute as Highlanders use mostly, stringed, flute, vocal and sometimes drums. She decided to use one of them and took the flute. She is very talented with years of practice. She also makes scriptures, she can write but can't read. She simply moves her hand on the page while imagining letters, she can make out words but colliding letters to make short stories. She can only do this for a short amount of time before she can't write at all and her mind is filled with letters and jumbles.