VALORIA WILDEROSE
"My background is nothing special. I'm the only girl besides five sons who are all tall, powerful, red-haired warriors that hunt with their bare hands and love playing the bagpipes a little too much." She wears a displeased look on her face describing them.
"My father needed to strengthen his claim to the alpha title back home, so I was sent. Plus, a girl wasn't needed in his strong family of hunters." She ends her tale, resting her chin in both palms and slouching.
There's a heaviness in her posture that wasn't there before. Like the weight of being unwanted never quite left her shoulders.
The mood around us turns sober quickly. I'm instantly hit with a wave of guilt for asking.
"I'm sorry about that," I offer, but she shakes her head and waves her hand—a silent gesture not to bother with it.
"Tell us about your family, Valoria?" Calliope looks toward me, bright-eyed and leaning closer.
On cue, the other two do too, becoming fully interested in my story.
