Date: 2024-09-04 02:43 am (UTC)
singlemilletgrain: (Smile)
She smiles faintly, understanding that it does not quite mesh with her appearance or expressed interests.

“By profession, I am a farmer, but I am also a contractor with Rhodes Island, a pharmaceutical company. At least, that is their official facade. In practice, they operate to address global emergencies, nascent wars, and natural disasters. As a contractor, I am a Guardian.”

There is something about the way she emphasizes that word that seems to give it the force of the capital letter.

“I excel at protecting my allies and preventing enemy incursion into guarded territory. However… my abilities here are weakened. I have already made a gravely foolish mistake here. In order not to be a burden to the Corsairs, I need to learn the more customary methods of protection.”

She refills Link’s teacup and watches him eat, an activity that seems to give her more pleasure than actively participating herself.

“Please also be discreet about those details if you can. Combat is not my preference, but in my world, one must fight for the survival of those who cannot fight for themselves.”
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