Raza
Stormbreak. The very name implies that it’s on the ocean. The name is unknown. Even my little birds haven’t heard of Stormbreak, and they hear a lot of chatter. I try to keep my intrigue to myself, even though all I want to do is drop everythin’ and ask her a hundred questions. That’s not the way things are done. So maybe I should just… play dumb? “Oh, is that an Outlander place?” Flashing her a quick smile, I try to convey that I’m not nearly as biased against Outlanders as I actually am. As far as Amaris is concerned, I’m just makin’ small talk.
Glancin’ at the pair’a gloves hangin’ on the wall, I shake my head in agreement. “Me neither. All I’ve ever done is regular old bar-fightin’ hand-to-hand. That’s Sunjata’s speciality, the gloves.” Which is to say that I do the down n’ dirty kind’a fightin’, the gutter rat moves, the kind’a things that will end a fight or see ya missin’ a piece’a yourself. Not the fancy self defense an’ trained fightin’.
“Mostly I’ve just seen men wearin’ ‘em.” A shrug, cause I never really thought about it before. Maybe it’s a guy thing. Maybe we’re tougher, cause we’re women.
reppin' a district of obvious misfits
