The Pix Pick

“And what do you expect me to talk about today? Watching my friends die in front of me? The feeling of the magic leaving, and Death moving in? What it’s like to be semi-concious for hundreds of years, forbidden from truly-”
-unintelligible response-
“Coming of age ceremony? Oh. Well sure, I can talk about that.
“Pix don’t have an official ‘coming of age’ ceremony, per say. I mean, let me clarify - there’s definitely a ceremony, complete with a grand party and all that. But it’s not as though there are elders standing over us and forcing us to make a choice by some arbitrary age. No, it just happens whenever you’re ready.
“You’re ‘of age’ once you’ve fully decided on a discipline in life and are learned enough to provide a demonstration of your skills to the clan. There’s not a lot of pressure, although I can’t say there’s zero pressure, because of course every clan needs every able body to be supporting the community.”
-more murmurs-
“My discipline? That’s kind of an insulting question - did you even bother to listen to my name? Rider Harika, what did you think that meant?”
-muffed noises-
“Well I mean, I can’t really just list off every discipline, and to be honest, my memories are still a bit hazy. But I’m a Rider, naturally. There are Blighters, they’ve got all the talent with nasty diseases - weirdly enough, since I woke up, I’ve been showing some signs of being a Bli… But actually I don’t want to talk about that.”
-low grumble-
“I mean, how does anyone know what they’re good at? I assume this is something that Humans and Tuath also have to figure out about themselves - yet you act like we’re so different. I knew I was a Rider practically from the day I sprouted. I woke up wanting to ally with a dragon, and I was no good at anything else to boot. Certainly not Blighting. Speaking of which, I actually have to go - pick this up again later?”