<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/37e6d575-9ad7-4618-84be-cc9926784dfe/dfdk2bi-b08feab8-b1b2-4dda-adfc-85b22383ea4b.jpg/v1/fill/w_1192,h_670,q_70,strp/159_thistle_by_silvarknite_dfdk2bi-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NzIwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMzdlNmQ1NzUtOWFkNy00NjE4LTg0YmUtY2M5OTI2Nzg0ZGZlXC9kZmRrMmJpLWIwOGZlYWI4LWIxYjItNGRkYS1hZGZjLTg1YjIyMzgzZWE0Yi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.udK6ZXzGvE3Dm7Et-t4_AbqbRcRh4bj11Q--tQT1E3w)</div><strong>Name: Thistle</strong><br/><strong>Race: Human</strong><br/><strong>Age: 18</strong><br/><strong>Class: Barbarian</strong><br/><strong>Status: Freeman </strong><br/><br/>The young girl's face flushes at<strong>Hiroshi's</strong>compliment<strong>"I'm not that cute... but not ugly."</strong><br/><br/>In response to both of her friends proposing that what she saw where tieflings she adds<strong>"They were elfs! Funny looking elfs. I wanted to play with them! They said 'Leave! This land is only for elfs! You not belong here!' Then they call be stupid and ugly and threaten me with magic. One disappear then grab me. Other Set me fire. Other send me up way high and made me fall. ...Hurt so much."</strong><br/><br/>Trying her best to explain more<strong>"I lost mother. and had no where to go. So I searched and search. And could not find home of her. Then stumbled into these elf people in colorful forest. I thought I found new friend. But I only found hurt... "</strong>Thistle eyes grow wet as she explains.<br/><br/><strong>"So, Is worried will find me again..."</strong><br/><br/><br/>To<strong>Mulla's</strong>comment about her mother<strong>"She was very funny! People Listen to her! Laugh when she talks. But not hurtful. Happy. Not like how mean elfs laugh at me... "</strong>A warm smile shows on Thistle's face when talking about her mother. .<br/><strong>"She say I 'Thorne's little Thistle' and that 'She always be with me. Protect.' "</strong><br/><br/>Sliding her boots off, Thistle crawls on top of a pile of blankets. garbing them with her hands and feet she flops over onto her side and rolls around until she is laying on her side with her knees to her chest. Wrapped warmly is a ball like cocoon.<br/><br/>A small open appears near her face and her hand pops out, discarding her clothing, which she then uses as a makeshift pillow to rest her head on.<br/><br/><strong>"So sleepy... worry about elf later... Mummie will protect from elf if they return..."</strong>her eye lids grow heavy