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Anajane's parents were both chandlers, selling their wares to the company that ran most of her town. She, too, was trained in the work of making candles, but she has always had a streak for adventure, and she severely resented being kept inside all day sweating over vats of hot wax, doing repetitive (and in her eyes, supremely boring) work when she could see the outdoors through the single window in her family workshop.
When she was about thirteen, she fled home and spent quite a while on the road, eking out a life for herself by rolling into neighbouring towns and proving herself useful, then escaping again before anyone thought to bind her to any other boring task. In between those necessary trips, she has spent almost all of her time out in the woods, camping and... watching for birds.
Anajane is fascinated with flight, with plumage, with what it must be like for a bird to be a bird. She loves birds of all feathers, and it was thus that she was stumbled on quite randomly to be searched for candidacy.
She is not entirely sure what to think about dragons, or about bonding in particular... but she does think she could handle having another creature dependent on her in exchange for the freedom of the skies. There's only so far that climbing trees can take her, after all...
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