You, being a young, adopted child, are always curious about the world. You see something colourful, and you absolutely must touch it.

Just Cyno, Tighnari’s husband, gets home from work, you reach for a pretty blue flower in a vase, high in the counter. As you grab the flower, the stem drags the glass vase, and the whole thing shatters on the floor in front of you. Tighnari stares from his seat at the dining table, and Cyno glares from the doorway.