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queen; swordswoman, medic, 17. a soldier of taejin's army.

dlsclaimer; as this is an au-based rp blog, the portrayal of queen in this roleplay may not reflect game canon.

faristaejin:

Well, that had been the sort of professional reply Faris had been expecting. That wasn’t going to stop Faris though. When an opportunity presented itself to repay the other, Faris would take advantage of it. For now, it would be enough to listen to Queen’s story. 

It was a bit odd to Faris that Queen was being so open with her; in her professionalism, Queen had seemed somewhat closed off, potentially distant. Or at least, not this quick to indulge in what sounded like the introduction to her life story. Perhaps it was having discovered something so personal about Faris that had led to this trust. In any case, Faris was interested in getting to know her better after everything that had happened so far that day.

“Haven’t been around long enough to meet many other soldiers, much less more medics,” said Faris, “But I remember the roles soldiers enlist under so that does seem unusual… You’re saying you can fight?”

The idea of a medic fighting in a battle was surprising in and of itself. But somehow, the thought of Queen fighting wasn’t so strange, despite her role and slim figure. Perhaps it was her cool demeanor; she seemed independent, like she’d be able to keep her head in a battle and take care of herself.

“Your father, huh? My parents never approved of my learning to fence; they only let me ‘cause they thought it’d calm me down if I had a way to exercise my energy,” she chuckled, “Obviously that didn’t work out.”

She leaned back into the cushions of the clinic bed and cocked her head to the side inquisitively, “From the start, eh? I’m always up for a great story.”

There was something different in Queen’s voice; she seemed a little rattled by what she was about to discuss. Not unlike Faris had been when forced to reveal her true gender to the medic. This thought in mind, Faris decided to try to make the tone of the conversation a little more friendly; hopefully it would help Queen feel more comfortable telling her story.

“And you don’t have to call me Ms. Scherwiz, Faris is fine. I think we’re past those formalities if we’re going to trust each other this much.”

“That is correct,” she nodded, hoping that the small detail wouldn’t distract the other from her story. “But my parents were the same; moreso my father than my mother. See, in my home village it was customary for girls to train as healers and someday leave to make use of those skills elsewhere. But simply training in magic was not enough for me back then, and so I secretly took up the way of the sword as well.”

Queen shook her head at the thought, remembering just how stubborn she had been. Her hand tensed as she recalled those memories; memories of a village long forgotten and of the family she had lost. Realising that she had suddenly become very quiet, she focused her attention back to Faris and continued.

“My father argued that there was no need for a girl to learn how to fight, yet despite his initial disapproval I persisted with my training. So you see, in the same way that you went to great lengths to hide your true gender - despite your fears - I too, came to be here now through my own strength back then, regardless of the uncertain future.”

She definitely felt more at ease after the small conversation. Perhaps it was the feeling of finally having someone who understood her, who knew her story now and who could relate to her in a way, even if only a little.

“Faris it is then,” Queen smiled; a true smile this time. “…Thank you.”