Azira Mas'ai, age 13.
Azira had only the day before completed her challenges and received her jat'o. She hadn't cried out once while they applied the tattoos, even though it had hurt, bad. One boy did, and she wanted to mock him for it, but didn't. She was a grown-up now, and that wasn't a grown-up thing to do.
Her father had left shortly after the ceremony; he had cargo to deliver offworld, and her mother had invited a friend to stay with them. She wasn't too keen on spending her first adult day without her family, and with some strange lady, no less, but she figured ev