Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180320024555

Tirush starts to look at Acheron as if he were asking a foolish question, but remembers that Armata stated earlier that her like has never been seen in their world. She gives a short huff, a tiny flame unintentionally licking from her mouth.

"Again, an introduction? As you wish it, then.  I am Tir'ush, of the Ibrahims; daughter of Ker'ush, of the Bardens; daughter of Tir'ell, of the Holwuhrr."

She reaches up and uses a claw to untangle a lock of wind-blown hair.

"What is your meaning by...combat skill? Do you mean to ask what foes we have slain?"