"My mother has a goal to be a battlemaster. Myself...like I said, I'll keep my options open. I am not sure if I want to follow in her footsteps; I may like to create my own as I venture out of her shadow." Her olive eyes wandered again to the strange lights, slowly becoming used to them and their eerie glow. They seemed awkward, lingering around when it should be night, but she felt a sort of...kinship to that strangeness.
Ecavi