Flayn

The green haired girl was wandering around Garreg Mach in a mood. Why must her 'brother' continue treating her like a kid!? She was older than almost anyone here, save Rhea and Seteth, so she had the age thing down. She'd learned all the social skills, she'd even practiced haggling for when she went shopping... If she went shopping, but the point still stands.

Was It her body? It wasn't her fault she hadn't hit her development stage yet. She knew she'd be sexier than that Cethleann statue in the church. She didn't even know who modeled for it but it definitely wasn't her!

She sighed, sitting at the tea tables alone. More than anything, she just wanted to be treated like an adult. She definitely was, but she couldn't tell people that, stupid living-in-hiding... Flayn looked towards her feet, and noticed something glowing. It was a rock. She picked it up and felt a surge go threw her. She knew this was a wishing stone, and her ticket out of this frustration. She wished for...