i have no clue

Sorry. It was a word people expected her to say. A lot. ‘Apologize, Fen’nan. Don’t be disrespectful, Fen’nan.’ They told her these things, over and over again as if some day she might magically change. Like she might wake up one day and decide to be a different person. Friggin boom! Magic shite...

"Alone we stand, alone we shall prosper." |Race:| Altalar mixed with Avanthar. |Culture:| Primarily Elvish |Status:| Middle Class Status |Colors:| Dark Olive, Light Gray, and Gold |Values:| Family, Honor, Fortune, Legacy |Trade:| Artwork, weaponry, along with produce Family Visuals |Male...