I always knew I would be a Farstrider. From the time I could first toddle, Mother had a bow in my hand. I was her favorite. Some parents nearly kill themselves trying to disprove the concept of having a favorite among multiple children. My parents failed terribly at hiding it, so instead they made it work for us all.

I was the first-born; I have his hair and her burning need to be my own woman. Which is why she rarely spent time in Quel'Thalas proper if she could help it. Being a Farstrider gave her freedoms she knew being a Silvermoon guard's house wife would not. After I was born, she yearned for that freedom again. So she took me with her.

I learned, as most children do, by watching, listening when I wasn't supposed to, and mimicking. Every day of my life I strive to be a woman she would be proud to fight by the side of.

My brother was born second; Taris was especially quiet and somber even before our people's mighty anguish. Being the quiet type seemed to lend itself to natural skills at tracking and stalking. Everything I know about tracking and trapmaking I learned by being pounced on from the shadows by Taris. He was my junior by only 30 years; we were close, despite the moving between parents he did.

Esper was born after both Taris and I were adults. She was Father's favorite. Sass came to her in spades even as a babe; this made family meals quite an adventure. Esper showed substantial promise as a Priestess early, so her youth was spent in Quel'Thalas, being more than a little spoiled by our father and any young men who were unlucky enough to think they could win her full attention.

Before Esper was born, Taris and I joined the Farstriders, traveling where ever we were assigned, devouring life and living everything to their fulllest. We were (good natured) terrors to our superiors, I fear.

So many terrible pranks and so much laughter in those years. So much lost to me now.

For now I should set my quill aside. I have plans to meet a new friend from the Tome this eve and the last I need is to look the part of an emotional wreck.