Octaconta
Tech Nerd
[!] NO METAGAMING [!]
Mal stood in the cold desert sand, her hair undone, her company non-existent.
A sigh echoed through the still night air; an echo to be remembered.
The child had brought a bag of food with her- enough for the whole night.
She waited until she was hungry.
The waiting continued.
She did not eat. She did not give in.
The bag that sat in front of her, filling her mind with endless temptation, remained full.
Her stomach, however, grumbled for food she wasn't going to give it.
Finally, at dawn, the little 'lunn returned to Al-Khadir.
The bags under her eyes fairly noticeable, her slimness, never-before seen.
[!] Mal is noticeably thinner, and much less energetic. [!]
