Niala listens, but doesn't hug the other Exalt close like her first instinct said to do. Instead she starts off with a little story. Of a desperate girl. Hungry, alone. Running from something behind her, to anywhere but where she was.<br/><br/>She came across a small-ish tribe in the far reaches of the forest, trying to avoid the predations of the Raksha that the tree-dwelling Haltans had given so much ground to. The gods of the tribe were weak, but cunning. A deal was made, trinkets the girl had taken were changed, blessed, and given to the warriors of the tribe. She would be ridden by one god, then another, then the last in turn to fight. In return she was given a place in the tribe, and many small blessings.<br/><br/>Many years passed like this, and the girl had become a woman with grander dreams. She bargained with the gods. She'd explore the ruins they knew of, and bring back things for the glory of the gods and their tribe. She did and gained glory and fame. In time, she took a husband from the great shamans of the tribe. He was older than her, and her time as a body of the tribes gods only made the gap seem greater, but they were married, and had several children till one of the fair folk came, a mighty noble, and slew him.<br/><br/>In retaliation, the woman, youngest still at her breast, took up one of her husbands blades, and fought. The strange breath that it had, which killed with a touch, did not strike her. Its fearsome mein did not frighten her. When she stood, and it did not, she found the pact broken, and herself now one of  Luna's Chosen.<br/><br/>From there, she found a mentor who gave her the tattoos to fix her form, and learned of Sorcery.<br/><br/>Her memories of past lives lead her here, though. She also explains that she'd mistaken Amethyst for one of the members of one of the allied tribes. Just, you know, kinda short about it, unless Amethyst prods for more information.