Ah. Our ends are the same, then. [She closes her eyes, thinking about the best way to explain what it is she wants without sounding so... over the top?]
[... there's probably no way around that. Yenh's inherently playful voice shifts into one that is heavy and serious.]
The restoration of the blessing granted unto me by my Goddess—who chose me to serve, protect, and aid the realm and her people. I'm called the Warrior of Light, though I care little and less if those here bestow me with that title... what matters is that what I'm meant to do is grant succor, and in this state, I cannot.
[Yenh looks down at her hands, her fingers twitching one after the other in a rhythmic pattern. The well-worn leather of her gloves softly rustle.]
Except through this contest. Even if the Mistress is lying about the boon, I can ensure that this winter will end—one way or another.
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[... there's probably no way around that. Yenh's inherently playful voice shifts into one that is heavy and serious.]
The restoration of the blessing granted unto me by my Goddess—who chose me to serve, protect, and aid the realm and her people. I'm called the Warrior of Light, though I care little and less if those here bestow me with that title... what matters is that what I'm meant to do is grant succor, and in this state, I cannot.
[Yenh looks down at her hands, her fingers twitching one after the other in a rhythmic pattern. The well-worn leather of her gloves softly rustle.]
Except through this contest. Even if the Mistress is lying about the boon, I can ensure that this winter will end—one way or another.