Quote:"Hold fast and prepare to die, Vile Drake!"
Gurthbar Serpentstrangler, fairest of Ishgard's holy dragoons stands upon the shattered wall, calling to the Dragon beneath him.
"My lance will taste your insides this day!" Indeed, his Lancehead glitters in the moonlight, cruel barbs coming off the head like so many tearing claws.
"No, Fair Dragoon..." The dragon turns, his own lance glistening as well, giving a mating hiss "It mine which will taste yours..."
Gurthbar pales, and his knees tremble, for it was a mightly lance indeed... even larger and more barbed than his own...
Evangeline makes a happy squealing noise, her feet kicking in the air behind her as she lies on her stomach, reading a cheaply bound novel on Xel'enfer's large bed. "M-my..." She blushes, turning the page, "Ah!" After a few more paragraphs she flips over, needing a moment to process the 'vivid' imagery of her favorite author.
In doing so the cover of the book is revealed, 'The Dragonsong Whore, Book III; The Great Wyrm's Wyrm'. Banned in Ishgard, nevertheless the series sells well among the imaginative all over Eorzea.
She sighs happily, cheeks blushing, as she hugs the book to her chest. "I'll have to thank Xel for getting me an advanced copy."
