She winced a little at the sting, but held very still for him. "She protected me well when she was alive. When she was gone...I knew some things. She'd taught me, but I was twelve. It didn't matter that I wore the Green. I barely knew basic Craft, let alone how to draw on that much power."

She skipped over her Virgin Night, such as it was. She hadn't been able to move for days after that. "My clients...I'm sure you can imagine. A child, looking as I do...They'd never seen the Dea al Mon in the slums of Draega. Many of them were rough. Many of them didn't pay, in the first month. Then I killed one of them. Some of them still left bruises, even with that warning."