"It's been a while, but I'll tell of my memories of my past. I really didn't have a home growing up. I mean, I did, but I never went home after the age of 16." Veela slammed back a pint with a shot of the strongest in it like it was water. "My parents were controlling. They knew of my abilities and how far I could go with them, but they never once allowed me to use them. They only know about them because once when I was 7, I had actually gotten so angry, and I exploded with rage. As I exploded, it had somehow acted as a bomb, and blew up our house at the time. I was impressed, and realized I was powerful." Veela looked down for a moment. "That day, I had accidentally killed my older brother. My mother died trying to save him. I stopped going home when I was 16 because my father had become hard. He wouldn't speak to me unless he had to, and my step-mother was just a complete bitch. I left them behind."
Veela looked at Pete, motioning for another drink, exactly the same as what she had before and slammed it back again, this time, it was as smooth as breathing. "You see, I turned to drifting and just sleeping on rooftops. It didn't matter to me anymore, since wherever I slept, was home. It felt normal, and right. I couldn't go home anymore. I didn't care about my family anymore. I've been alone for so long, that nothing phases me anymore."
Veela motions for a double of what she had before, and looks at Asura. "Your past seems so....I don't know, horrible. We seem like we could be great friends, as, in a strange way, we're the same." She slams one of the drinks back, and stares at the other one, swirling it around in the glass using her air magic. "I just need someone around now. Friends, or even just one person anymore. It's lonely running alone. You've gotta be so tough."