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<center><div class="ilmacontain"><div class="ilma"><i>Ilma</i></div><div class="ilmagrad"></div><div class="ilmaquote">And there's a lesson waiting to be learned<br>the firestarters always get the burns<br>and the good guys never get the girl</div><div style="padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;"><p class="ilmamess">
Ilma isn’t a fighter - but she’s not one to easily back down either. So when all the work is done, after getting lost and finally finding the way up, marked by the pixie’s own footprints (or perhaps by the wind of her wings whipping away any snowdust, replacing it with fairy dust), and they finally make it - when all that has passed and they’ve risked their lives, she’s definitely not one to go fight her group members and then fight this so-called dragon creature for a jewel that she has no use for, herself.
Hell, no.
First of all, she believes that whomever is a full hundred percent pure of heart is either a newborn child, or one without a past. Which unfortunately is neither of them, although Pteron in his young age might come close. Secondly, she distrusts the words of the guardian. They differ too much from what the Ice Queen had said earlier. ”This is not a competition.” she outs before anyone else speaks - quickly refusing whatever battle may come.
Pteron, sweet Pteron already is with her on that, however. She smiles to him although he is focused on the dragonic ice guardian creature, agreeing with him when he says they are already one - one team, one goal. He is also quick to point out they are here for the jewel, and she nods. The white mare steps up besides her new little friend.
”We’re not here to battle. We’re here to help cure the Ice Queen’s loved one, and time is of essence. I don’t know who it is or how much magic it will take, but I’m quite certain that we are her last resort. Tell me, who are you to let someone’s life depend on your own judgement of purity?” Can’t he see the irony in that? If only they hadn’t made it so hard to come here, the Ice Queen could have come here herself. And be judged by them - now she had had to turn to the four of them, because the Frost Pixie and her Guardian wanted to test people.
”I may not be the purest of heart. I’ve never really forgiven my wrongdoer for what he did, instead I called him whatever names I could think of when I saw him again. It’s not my proudest moment. But throughout all that life throws at us, I don’t think anyone could be fully ‘pure’, and that includes yourself, mister.”
Really, if she weren’t here to find a cure to someone’s sickness, she’d have so much more to tell him to his face. Instead, right now, she frowns at the guardian creature, not moving a single muscle towards any of her three companions.
She’d rather lose the battle than give in to this kind of idiocy - besides, she’s certain that one of them will be able to win it, if it really comes to that. She’s not quite sure if it would be Jesper or Naia, in that case; but whomever would bring the jewel down to the Ice Queen, it’s like the fairy had said when she had failed to bring in a colourful spring bloom: nobody would succeed if all did not try.
And just like that, she holds her head high knowing that she had tried to help, and if she failed she doesn’t think it’s because her beliefs or ways are wrong.
</p></div><div class="ilmaquoterepeat">and shooting stars cannot fix the world</div></div></center>
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<center><div class="ilmacontain"><div class="ilma"><i>Ilma</i></div><div class="ilmagrad"></div><div class="ilmaquote">And there's a lesson waiting to be learned<br>the firestarters always get the burns<br>and the good guys never get the girl</div><div style="padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;"><p class="ilmamess">
Ilma isn’t a fighter - but she’s not one to easily back down either. So when all the work is done, after getting lost and finally finding the way up, marked by the pixie’s own footprints (or perhaps by the wind of her wings whipping away any snowdust, replacing it with fairy dust), and they finally make it - when all that has passed and they’ve risked their lives, she’s definitely not one to go fight her group members and then fight this so-called dragon creature for a jewel that she has no use for, herself.
Hell, no.
First of all, she believes that whomever is a full hundred percent pure of heart is either a newborn child, or one without a past. Which unfortunately is neither of them, although Pteron in his young age might come close. Secondly, she distrusts the words of the guardian. They differ too much from what the Ice Queen had said earlier. ”This is not a competition.” she outs before anyone else speaks - quickly refusing whatever battle may come.
Pteron, sweet Pteron already is with her on that, however. She smiles to him although he is focused on the dragonic ice guardian creature, agreeing with him when he says they are already one - one team, one goal. He is also quick to point out they are here for the jewel, and she nods. The white mare steps up besides her new little friend.
”We’re not here to battle. We’re here to help cure the Ice Queen’s loved one, and time is of essence. I don’t know who it is or how much magic it will take, but I’m quite certain that we are her last resort. Tell me, who are you to let someone’s life depend on your own judgement of purity?” Can’t he see the irony in that? If only they hadn’t made it so hard to come here, the Ice Queen could have come here herself. And be judged by them - now she had had to turn to the four of them, because the Frost Pixie and her Guardian wanted to test people.
”I may not be the purest of heart. I’ve never really forgiven my wrongdoer for what he did, instead I called him whatever names I could think of when I saw him again. It’s not my proudest moment. But throughout all that life throws at us, I don’t think anyone could be fully ‘pure’, and that includes yourself, mister.”
Really, if she weren’t here to find a cure to someone’s sickness, she’d have so much more to tell him to his face. Instead, right now, she frowns at the guardian creature, not moving a single muscle towards any of her three companions.
She’d rather lose the battle than give in to this kind of idiocy - besides, she’s certain that one of them will be able to win it, if it really comes to that. She’s not quite sure if it would be Jesper or Naia, in that case; but whomever would bring the jewel down to the Ice Queen, it’s like the fairy had said when she had failed to bring in a colourful spring bloom: nobody would succeed if all did not try.
And just like that, she holds her head high knowing that she had tried to help, and if she failed she doesn’t think it’s because her beliefs or ways are wrong.
</p></div><div class="ilmaquoterepeat">and shooting stars cannot fix the world</div></div></center>
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time