There are a million places out there, with even more lives being formed with each passing moment. This is the story of not just one, but many.
Born to a tribe that hardly exists in a place seldom spoken about, Cota Moks hardly had the time to become herself; the small joys of childhood passed in favor of learning. Simple gestures layered upon one another, signals for every situation imaginable; who had time to frolic in the plains when you'd soon need to learn how to become someone else entirely? Before she knew it, childhood had slipped away entirely, parting the curtain for teenage years and the first real infiltration of another tribe.
Geneq... Mankhad... Dotharl.
Hingashi... Doma...
But such are stories of the past, and you'll need to pry it them of her.
Cota is her own woman, not a piece of a tribe.
The morning of subjugation has dawned. A new day for Mother's Devout.