' you have a greatness of your own. a warrior can still be a warrior at heart. ' ( from ulfric to marrida BECAUSE WHY NOT )
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OFTEN SHE FEELS OVERSHADOWED BY THE DEEDS OF HER KIN. She does not resent them, not in the slightest; she holds them dearer to her heart than ANYTHING else. Despite the love she has for them all, it is sometimes so hard to be noticed. Her father, leader of the rebellion, and her brother, the HERO of legend, often seem to drown her in their accomplishments, if only because she knows she will never attain such high regards with their people.
HER LIPS FORM A THIN LINE AS HE SPEAKS. Marrida does not want to be a warrior at heart. No, she wants for MORE than that; she wants to be out at the forefront, howling battle cries like her ancestors before her at the side of her family and friends, fighting for her people. It is not strength of IDEALS that she seeks; she wishes to carry the full brunt. She wants to be like them.
A HUFF, ARMS FOLD OVER CHEST.❝I don’t want to be brave if it means I can’t FIGHT!❞Marrida protests.❝I don’t care for being a warrior on the inside— I want to be one on the outside, too! I’m sick of sitting at home like some damsel in distress, weeping for the men in my life, when I could be out there actually being useful! It’s just… it’s not fair! You’re the father of a rebellion, Sven’s the DRAGONBORN, and what am I? The poor little sister who gets locked away in a tower. I won’t do it any longer!❞ Firm shake of her head, blue eyes defiant.❝No more being a warrior at heart. I’m going to be a warrior in body and skill, and there’s not a damn man in Skyrim who will STOP me.❞