Aruna listened to Ssarak's description with eager ears. It was rare that she ever got to speak to an Esyire that was not hostile. This was the first she was hearing of any real specifics about her ancestral home. She smiled a bit and imagined it. A city of black rock, rising out of the ever shifting sand. She saw Esyires of all colors and clans in the city. 
[i]I bet with all that black, I'd blend in perfectly[/i]
Then Ssarak asked about her origin, And her smile faltered. She debated whether or not she should lie. Just tell him a fabricated truth. But her conscience wouldn't let her. Ssarak had told her his story, so she should tell himhrs... Or at least part of it.
"I was born in a small village called Lothring. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father thought I was an abomination to be destroyed... My mother's family considers me the reason for her death and only kept me barely alive until I was old enough to walk, talk, and think with any clarity, then they thrust me into the wilds. I've lived on my own for my entire life, on the edge of the scorchlands, fending off attackers. I heard of this place through gossip of farmers, and decided to find out if I had any magical aptitude that could help me in my... Endeavors. As for my conception..."
She gives him a grin.
"I never really wanted to know any details."
The gargoyle let's out a gravely chuckle.