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Her life started out bad; young and rejected, she thought she would be alone forever. But then the most amazing thing happened; she met others like her and suddenly she had a family. They all swirled together until it was hard for her to tell what parts were herself and what parts were others. She didn't mind though, she had found somewhere to fit; she was happy.
One thing she hated was when others tried to take her family away from her. She expressed her anger with bolts of lightning, letting her hate loose in jolts of white hot fire. She thundered her dismay at any injury to her family, the ones who made her and were her. After the anger came a sense of peace, letting her mind wander the land on a breeze, taking in all the places she had never seen. Her mind flowed over everything, as she was in no rush to return. A hand on her shoulder brought Tris's mind away from the storm and back to Discipline's roof.
"Coppercurls, everyone's waiting for you downstairs." Briar said, tilting his head towards the direction she had been looking and squinting his eyes. "Another storm? Don't you know better than to stick your neb where it's not needed when there are perfectly good squalls right here?"
"Briar's just upset that there was no one willing to protect him from the wrath of Rosethorn." Sandry remarked as she arrived on the roof.
"Come on merchant-girl, the food's getting cold." Daja added, popping into sight form the attic.
Tris turned away from the storm and followed her siblings without a glance back. Storms may be interesting, but everything she would ever need was right here.
