[ she nods. may as well finally tell her some of this. she knows a lot about where yang came from, after all. ]

... Grew up's maybe not the word, but... yeah. [ there's a flash of blake young, about eleven, drawing back in fear as she caught adam's eye for the first time. "let me walk you home. you never know what monsters are out in the dark." a spike of terror rises in her chest, like an icicle between her ribs.

another image comes through--ghira belladonna, with the banner of the true white fang behind him. ]

My dad, uh... founded the White Fang, after the revolution, when he was young. We split our time between Kuo Kuana and moving around the other kingdoms.