You did it.Â
You finally did it.Â
It took an entire tavern and a few spears, but you did it. Hah, the songs of this day are going to be sung for ages. No really, ages. Eras on eras on maybe more if the Ishgardian bastards stay the same. But that does not matter to you ri-Right hand, not left. You use the same hand as the other when shaking you doofus. Gosh you're so out of it right now.
Is the adrenaline still rushing through? Are your feet still shaking in excitement after lunging yourself like a complete lunatic at the beast? You didn't even flinch the moment fire blazed onto your chest, those legs of your persisted through the march of death. Death and destruction. Lunge and slash. Feet heavy, then light and quick. The ever changing dance of death you weaved like the tailor that sew the very shirt you wear. I would say this fight was better than the last. I mean they are giving you something for it that isn't a load of insults and an attempt of arrest for ruining tradition. Trying to die over something stupid is not traditional, fighting and winning is.Â
And you showed them that. Oh how you showed them the real meaning of hono-Look at him in the eyes. Don't tell me you're exhausted! You already had four bells of sleep, that's more than enough. Well yes they did rush the entire ceremony after you nearly threatened to turn them into a pin cushion, still drunk in rage and adrenaline. That however is your fault, don't look to anyone else. Besides, fretting over that is small talk to what is going on. I mean look, they're saluting to you. YOU. A giant beast of a woman for doing something you go nuts over. For doing something you already done before and lived to tell the darn tell. You killed a dragon, Renas, and they realise your strength upon watching. Now they give what you deserved ages ago. You got your name. Your title. Your proof of power. Now, wear it with pride. Wear it, knowing that those who dare question will shake in fear.Â
Wear it and know that you are a Dragoon.Â
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For Gentle: He gets his little house in the forest and he becomes lumberjack and have the many fun.
You finally did it.Â
It took an entire tavern and a few spears, but you did it. Hah, the songs of this day are going to be sung for ages. No really, ages. Eras on eras on maybe more if the Ishgardian bastards stay the same. But that does not matter to you ri-Right hand, not left. You use the same hand as the other when shaking you doofus. Gosh you're so out of it right now.
Is the adrenaline still rushing through? Are your feet still shaking in excitement after lunging yourself like a complete lunatic at the beast? You didn't even flinch the moment fire blazed onto your chest, those legs of your persisted through the march of death. Death and destruction. Lunge and slash. Feet heavy, then light and quick. The ever changing dance of death you weaved like the tailor that sew the very shirt you wear. I would say this fight was better than the last. I mean they are giving you something for it that isn't a load of insults and an attempt of arrest for ruining tradition. Trying to die over something stupid is not traditional, fighting and winning is.Â
And you showed them that. Oh how you showed them the real meaning of hono-Look at him in the eyes. Don't tell me you're exhausted! You already had four bells of sleep, that's more than enough. Well yes they did rush the entire ceremony after you nearly threatened to turn them into a pin cushion, still drunk in rage and adrenaline. That however is your fault, don't look to anyone else. Besides, fretting over that is small talk to what is going on. I mean look, they're saluting to you. YOU. A giant beast of a woman for doing something you go nuts over. For doing something you already done before and lived to tell the darn tell. You killed a dragon, Renas, and they realise your strength upon watching. Now they give what you deserved ages ago. You got your name. Your title. Your proof of power. Now, wear it with pride. Wear it, knowing that those who dare question will shake in fear.Â
Wear it and know that you are a Dragoon.Â
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For Gentle: He gets his little house in the forest and he becomes lumberjack and have the many fun.
