Private Eastern Brisshal Initial Descent

Messages
23
Gold
0
Mastery
0
Valor
0
Event
0
Special
0
Iselda jolted as Lily suddenly turned to her again, looking as upset as the time she'd come home with a black eye, except the rage was directed at her this time. It was terrifying. It was a fascinating sight to see a tall and imposing looking woman like Iselda completely cowed by someone a full 3 inches shorter, but there was no denying the obvious difference in their temperaments. She flinched as Lily scolded her fiercely for talking badly about herself as if she had been some bully at school cruelly beating a victim down.

Looking down, Iselda tried to take her sister's words to heart, but it was never that easy. Trying to refute her would just make her even more angry, though, and Iselda simply didn't want that. Attacking the trust they had together wasn't fair, and Lily knew it as Iselda pouted. How was she supposed to argue against that? She still had all kinds of doubts about trying to be like Lily, even if it was just for today, but if Lily said she could, then Iselda had no choice but to try. Sighing, the dark woman nodded. "Okay, sis... I-I'll try. Just don't get mad at me again," she said sadly.

That was one of the fundamental differences between Iselda and Lily. Her older sister spoke of humiliation and failure as if it was water off a duck's back. For a girl who had been beaten down by so much of life, it was hard to stomach the thought of more negativity. Could Lily even understand Iselda's plight when everyone loved her and she could get anyone she wanted with her beauty and wit? Sometimes, it just wasn't that easy. She sighed quietly through her nose but resigned herself to her fate.


"You know that if we PvP'd, you would lose, right?" she added with a tiny smile, showing a bit of spine for once, "I may not be... well... Between the two of us, I know who's a better nerd. When it comes to games, you can't beat me, even if it is VR." Giggling softly, she fell into step with Lily as they walked together, her heart pounding in her chest. She forced herself to stop wringing her hands in front of her chest and tried to walk like Iselda, the warrior of judgment, should. Her back straightened, though the slight gnaw of her lip gave her away. "So what are we going to do? Are you expecting me to go to a tavern and just... hit on someone?" Her throat felt dry just from saying that.
 
Top