"Not much to write home about," Wind Breaker shrugged his shoulders, following her around a bend, taking an apple she nicked from a stand with her tail hand and bit into it with his beak. "I grew up in the Caring Sisters of the Virtues Hatchery; full of other griffons unlucky enough to be born here. I was picked on due to my height and… other stuff," he trailed off, no desire to get into his other issue. But she was giving him a look that demanded some form of answer and he wasn't sure how to tell her about everything-