[ Every land, every acre, every stretch of water: all of it, taken over by another race. Who, quite literally, descended from the heavens, from a world that Dahnans had naively always assumed to belong to the gods. But there was never anything remotely angelic about them.

Rinwell doesn't vibrate with anger as she once did when simply thinking about the injustice of it all. But it's still there, under her skin, if she cares to look hard enough.

Then, his query, and there's a definite flinch. Hootle's wings droop, a soft noise trilling from his beak, as Rinwell looks down at her feet. Trying to decide how much she wants to share right now. ]

As far as anyone back home knows, only Renans have astral artes. They're called 'bright eyes', because it makes them glow when using it. [hers most certainly do not - and had not, back when she had flung spells at the wraiths a month ago] And if they knew a Dahnan could wield them too..