Captain Ulfden Ragvarsson ||parody||

contrary to wound，i still know nothing of defeat．

"Aye. . . Sound asleep on uncle Hjalmar. Like a big, furry chase lounge, he is." The Queen smiled impishly up at her Captain. "Fancy a walk? Dinner aboard The Banshee, maybe?"

"Ye always manage te catch me while I'm focused elsewhere!" she mewled, arms raising to wrap around his neck. "I've got a keen ear fer th'babe, aye. . . His cry breaks away a piece of my heart each time."

She squeals a bit as he envelopes her, arms draping over his own. "Only th' gods know how yer able te sneak up on me like that. . . Every time."

you think killing is hard ﹖ try healing. you can break something in two seconds, but it can take forever to fix it.

She was just preparing herself emotionally, but she's glad to hear he's got some time to spare. Maybe they ought to. . .Spend some time together. Hjalmar is babysitting~.

How soon?

Someone fetch her the following items; Lamp oil A torch A bucket of sand An old rag soaked in water She’s about to put on a show.

Finally, someone who isn’t a nay-sayer.

She already knows how to fire-breathe. That she learned in Zerrikania and has never forgotten.