❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life
For nearly two years, Severa had been spent her time being a recruit for the Ylissean Pegasus Knights. Cordelia was everything to Severa: A role model, her mother, a knight, perfect in every regard. Ever since her younger years, people expected Severa to take up the mantle that Cordelia would inevitably leave behind.
Despite her mothers encouragement and reassurance that Severa was doing good enough, it was definitely not enough. The way her comrades gazed with such disapproval at every little mistake she made, how quick they were to point out the most minor of flaws in stance, or how she held her lance.
It was never enough.
The way Cordelia's name seemed to get brought up any time Severa was being talked about. Snickers about how the captain's daughter couldn't even fly a pegasus that fast despite having the best time in her squad. Even during her instructors praise, when it should've been Severa's time to shine, her mother seemed to somehow find her way into the conversation.
Hours spent practicing with a lance, working herself until she couldn't stand, only to force herself back up the next day to repeat. Working her stead so hard, running obstacle courses just to increase her time by even a millisecond. Well, one fatal mistake leads to her pegasus breaking a leg, and we know what happens when a horse breaks its leg.
She couldn't look her squad mates in the eye, and promptly backed out. Never again would she fly or use a lance. Never again would she try and be like her mother.
Yet here she was, wishing for some kind of saving grace. Some pegasus to fly high on, to give her some kind of vantage over these enemy bandits. Or maybe her lance, which still remained her stronger weapon, even after using the sword for so much longer.
And where the hell was the guy she was on this mission with?! Some dolt with a wyvern who was definitely not helping her right now.
Cutting down some assailant with an axe, the swordswoman turns her attention to another, ready to charge. That is, until out of the corner of her eye, she spots two lancers pushing her, ready to put her down. This wasn't looking good. Freezing in her tracks, she makes the split second decision to try and fight the both of them off, preparing for a less than desirable outcome.
Then, like a blur, both bandits are sliced to bits. Looking up, she sees the blonde that accompanied her. It's about time... yet there's still something in her chest that hates it. Needing to be saved was unbefitting of Severa. By someone who can fly, and wield a lance, nonetheless.
"Was wondering what took you so long! Leaving a maiden to fight all these bandits by herself, tch."
