Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2601:647:4000:5CE0:6888:6CC8:AEB3:8417-20191208233553/@comment-38207171-20191211141350

Kryn was upstairs. Her mom had died, but her dad was a talented technopath. She loved spending the afternoon with him, fixing broken things she'd find lying around school. Her dad had no doubt she'd manifest as a technopath, which made sense. But...it'd been a couple years since the average manifesting age. "It'll happen soon," he'd say. "You'll be a technopath like me," he'd say. Slowly, desperation took over hope. Both knew the inevitable. She was Talentless. She could fix anything with gears, but that didn't excuse her from not manifesting an ability.

One day, a visitor came. They rarely had visitors. More rare was it a Counciller. But that's what happened. Councillor Terik showed up on their door step and told her she'd be going to a new place, away from her parent. "You're...um...banished." Kryn's eyes widened and she stood still. Her father told her to run up and pack so she could go, he promised her that they'd be back together soon. Kryn ran up threw clothes, books, notebooks, pencils, things she'd need to survive and gathered her tools in her satchel like tool bag. She scooped up Millie (short for millennia) her dormouse, placed her in her bag and followed the Councillor out the door and into the light.