Check It Out, Frogs!! 𓆏𓆏𓆏𓆏

I hailed from the Azim Steppe, born into the Dotharl tribe. A tribe whose beliefs did not align with my own - whatever those may be. My father was a fierce but caring Xaela warrior - as am I - and my mother was a Sea Wolf who travelled the land and seas as a merchant - I'm no merchant, but I'm decent at bargaining with them. I know not how they met, nor how they loved, but they loved me. I recall a long journey with my parents to Thanalan, one to escape the life that the Dotharl expected me to live. Load of fuckin' horseshit, if you ask me. Who expects a CHILD to live up to that? Soul of a past warrior be damned! I enjoyed my sneaky visits to the Qestir significantly more, and some of their habits may have rubbed off on me too. I love the Steppe. I did not like the Dotharl's belief's. I make and live my own life, I am no one else but myself, and I no longer doubt this... I gotta thank a certain wonderful amaro in The First for helping me realize it. I forge my own path. Visits are usually bittersweet, especially when something compels me to check in on the tribe from afar. At the very least, I know Sadu sorely misses our spars after I had met her during my first return here.