🎨: nayuta_knt for art credit on X.

Things would swirl and fade to bright cerulean and black, drifting into a fever dream.

Revenge can come later.

The others picked up her battered and bleeding body and tossed her halfway down the mountainside.

Cruel even for Bisharps.

After more than a dozen tumbles down the rocky slopes, blue flames flared into life, burning the ropes that dug into her.

"U...unusual... N-new..." --

handed down to her.

What had she done wrong? The brunette could not think of a damn thing. Her frantic thoughts were cut off by a searing pain in between her shoulder blades.

A white hot iron branded an "X" into her. Showing she was an outcast, an undesirable. --

into Teàrlag's home casually, looking pleased with the chaos he had caused.

'Dear girl, for crimes against this tribe you are hereby banished forever. You'll be branded to make sure you are unwelcome in other tribes.'

Her eyes widened in fury at the unfair sentence being --

not earned by him but stolen.

Later that night, they came for her.

Tied her down with ropes so she couldn't reach for her katanas and beat her with whips, clubs, and anything else they could get their hands on. This went on for a half hour before the Kingambit strolled --

quick. But how? He couldn't outright murder her, that would bring the Council down on his head, and he'd be executed.

Banishment with no trial and beating her while her back is turned.

Cowardly move, but this elder was a coward and a backstabber. The position was --

'How dare this female Bisharp be this powerful! Teàrlag should be catering to the needs of the males and producing offspring,' mumbled the elder Kingambit.

Her behavior would dishonor the tribe. Make them and him a laughingstock of the Galar region.

He had to do something about her and --

5. Her speech is mainly formal and unlikely to change anytime soon or ever.

Titles of respect will always be used when she addresses someone. This is ingrained into her.