“Not fair,” she mumbled, using a stick to trace invisible shapes in the floor at her feet. Her eyes darted to catch Jeylie on her bottom cot across the room. The other girl hummed as she picked at the clothes on her doll and spoke to it in quiet tones.
Rena shoved her hands into her pockets and pulled out the little wheels and metal gears she collected in her pocket. People dropped such interesting things.
One of the boys laughed loud, making her look up to see a man in plate tousle his hair with a chuckle of his own.
“Stupid boys,” she mumbled. She pulled her goggles from her pocket and strapped them over her eyes and began taking apart the little machine Miss Praicee once gave her. Her goggles and her gears, that’s all that mattered. They could keep their stupid children’s week. Who wants to go out meeting kings and eating ice cream with heroes anyway.
“You could probably pass as a boy.” Jeylie called from across the room, tittering.
Rena hunched her shoulders forward, ignoring the other girl. She asked the matron once. Just once. The answer made her insides feel cold, even still. She also felt like a bug tickled in her head, just above her neck.
They use to let the girls participate, until some started disappearing. A few years later they might be found in a brothel. Some were not found at all. The boys were always returned. Rena couldn’t blame anyone for not wanting to keep them.
~Snippet from the pov of my human rogue, Renawyn (when she was only about 7 or 8-years-old), from the game World of Warcraft