Rosana's Fire
Rosana's expression softened momentarily before she covered her arms, watching the fur recede. "Don't worry about it too much," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "It just shows the more alert and stressed I get. It's nothing to really worry about, but it's some type of curse on our family, cursing us to a beast tribe."
Ty, curious but slightly tactless, asked, "Why do you call it a curse? Because it's a pain to clean or what?"
Rosana looked at Ty, her expression a mix of surprise and mild annoyance. "Wh…what? Why… No, it's a curse because we're looked down upon as being less than, and most of my family is in slavery or imprisoned for things out of their control," she explained, her tone revealing the gravity of her family's plight and the societal biases they faced.
Ty nodded, a sense of understanding washing over him. "I see. Well, I am sorry to hear that. Is that why you are in this Arena of Life to begin with?"