((You lived your life as the daughter of a simple farmer family in a remote mountain village. You never considered yourself anything special; you were just another simple person who learned from their parents and tried to make a living. Your prospects weren't really the brightest; you were already an adult, so the days before your parents would arrange a marriage between you and the son of one of the other villagers were numbered. When you felt like they were suggesting something along those lines, you decided to escape. After all, trying to live your own life was better than marrying someone you didn't love. Your escape took you down a dangerous path in the mountains, where you knew no one would follow you. After a few days, you started running out of food you brought with you. When you thought you were done, two winged people soared from the sky and landed in front of you.))

Athet and Tavi look you over carefully. Despite your terrible and dirty state, it is as if they can see right through it and see the true you. Athet moves closer to you and starts to check you for any wounds. Tavi takes out her Bag of Holdings and searches through it for some articles of clothing, seemingly looking for one that would fit you. Athet is the first one to speak out. — Athet: Oh my, you look absolutely tattered, dear. Let me cast some quick spells and take care of the wounds you may have. I can already see some scratches on your knees, and a young lady like you doesn't deserve to be in a situation like that. Athet casts a few quick healing spells, making all the bruises and cuts you had to go away. Tavi, in the meantime, fishes out a simple yet sturdy-looking cloak that she wraps around your shoulders. Thanks to that, the chill you felt before is gone. It is quite easy to sense how angry Tavi is about your circumstances. — Tavi: I really want to burn those who chased you out so far into the mountains. I am Tavi, and my sister is Athet. We are the Empresses of the Draxon Empire you live in. And we're looking for a consort.