blue bucking broncos
@elegiac-boar | riding +1
No. No no no no no no no. Absolutely not. No! Never! Not in a million years and not if her life somehow depended on it! No!
Bernadetta von Varley was a sensible young lady who did sensible things that were expected from her. Things like stay in her room, stay quiet, stay out of sight, and most important, do her best not to be crushed by the ever present weight of failure that she bore on her shoulders daily by virtue of being her, any additional spectacular failures thrown onto that weight notwithstanding.
When Bernadetta heard that a club of students had set up a magical mount with the intent of having people ride off it and get thrown off, she knew for sure that she would need to avoid it at all costs. For one, there would be people there, and Bernadetta did not need to deal with people. For another, that sounded like an absolute recipe for disaster! Why in the Goddess’ name would people willingly ride that? Was she the only noble in the world with any sense of self preservation? If Bernadetta got on that thing, she would likely be thrown from it so far that she would go flying into the wall and hit her head and crack open like a fruit from a tree that never gets picked hitting the ground.
So how did she get here and why was she still here?
“Oh gosh...oh geez Bernie, you’ve really done it now...” Bernadetta trembled in her shoes as she stared at the gleaming death trap. “No way...there’s no way...people think that’s fun!? That’s death in bull form!” There was absolutely, zero way anyone was going to get Bernadetta to ride that thing. Nope. She was certain of it.