“Raven and I didn’t really have proper parents like what you’re thinking of. I’m sure at one time we did. The Tribe was scavenging a village that had been destroyed by Grimm when they found the two of us in the wreckage. We were fairly young, probably not even out of diapers.
“I guess you could say our ‘parents’ were who we shared a tent with, but even that just depended on who was ‘home’ that night, not out hunting or raiding. I stayed a lot with Seren, the camp seamstress. She was with the Tribe because she’d been caught stealing, and her village chased her out. She put up with me and my semblance the most because it was hard to permanently have bad luck when sewing. She said it just made things more challenging, and that was more fun.
“Madoc was the weaponsmith in the Tribe. He let me hang around his forge while he was doing things. Didnt believe in curses. I guess you could call him a father figure.”
That made sense to Ren, too, in a way. Like the whole tribe pitched in to ‘raise’ the kids. If you could call a bunch of bandits training kids to steal and kill raising, but who was he to judge someone else’s lifestyle? His further words only cemented that thought process in Ren’s mind. “It’s nice that you had people who weren’t bothered by your semblance.” He offered kindly and sincerely. He imagined that having a Semblance as on the nose as ‘Misfortune’, would be more hassle than it was worth.
“Do you ever wish you’d grown up differently? Or is that one of those ‘I don’t know any different to know whether I’d want a different life or not’ situations?” Ren knew that he was rambling, but he was very curious about Qrow’s life, so he couldn’t seem to stop.