A little background and Magic Play

Rexlan took in a deep breath, "Well, I never knew my parents... Grew up in an orphanage with only the knowledge that my father was human and mother was elven. I got recruited to train with some rogues at the Assassin Assembly after being caught sneaking into the kitchens night after night to stealsome cake..." she sighed, she didn't like saying the Assassin Academy. She didn't consider herself an assassin, she wasn't necessarily trained to be an assassin, and she strongly disliked killing and avoided it if she could. "So, at ten years old I got sent there and schooled in all of the trades of rogues and began training with my studies a year later. And after about 15 years training, my trainers felt something off about me, and I did too. I'm not sure how they knew, but somehow I'd developed magic. Just small fires starting, small breezes blowing papers onto the floor. It was quite entertaining even though I didn't know what I was doing... and apparently they want nothing to do with magic.. or my type of magic... or *me* in general..." she shrugged. "So they kicked me out, not even giving me a tip on where I should go. Thankfully, they did leave me some gold and what not and one day at a tavern in Liegthfeld I was told about a more prosperous town where I could find something more worth my while... and that's where I found your posting and here I am, trying to find my way."


She stirred as he woke her, and by default her hand went to her dagger. She didn't draw it, and she relaxed when she saw who it was. Raising her arms above her head, she stretched, groaning softly. "Alright, you get some rest," she said to her partner and stood up and pulled her leather jerkin on and placed all of her daggers in their rightful spots. Two in hers boots, between her thighs, outside her thighs. She even had a couple hidden close to her ribs. She stood up and undid her braid as she headed to the perimeter. She gathered her hair once more and re-braided it as she took her turn. The uneasy feeling from last night was completely gone. In fact, she was downright embarrassed about it now. Again though, she shrugged it off as a fluke and instead decided she'd work on throwing some daggers at a tree. After tiring of that, she decided to explore her magic a bit. She didn't want to cause a ruckus, so she focused on what she had discovered about it so far.
*Ground yourself. Breath in. Breath out. You are in control.*
Ice froze over the tips of her fingers and frost swirled around her hand in ghostly tendrils. She smiled to herself as snowflakes began to fall from her hand and onto the ground below her. Her own little snowstorm. She clenched her fist, the icy tips of her fingers shattering and falling to the ground. Soon, the cold was replaced with warmth as her knuckles bore small flames and as she unclenched her hand, those flames traveled up her fingers. A spark of the flame jumped off her hand, landing in a dry pile of pine needles, which were set aflame almost instantly. "Sh*t," she whispered, quickly stomping it out. She still needed to work on the fire part of her magic. After using some of her air weilding abilities, marking herself a trail around the perimeter, she noticed the sun come up and smiled, hearing the birds start to sing.