//Met a celebrity during the rising event. "The only two women around here who can handle money"

"If you ever hear me speaking positively of the Ishgardian orthodox church, that is a clear sign I have been kidnapped or worse."

"How differently things would have gone if the Dragoons actually let young me join their ranks... Eh, I would probably be long dead."

You should visit Gridania, the furry devils seem to just roam about around there.

Yes. Their noises can be annoying but they are otherwise harmless and, barring a few exceptions, approachable.

Do you have an airship somewhere around here or are we walking?

I would have liked to visit it myself, that civilization of men and dragons before Ishgard´s founding. It could not have been worse than the damned hellhole I was born into...

This is what the heretics were like to me.

Ah yes. I don´t look like I´d break into someone´s house in this fit at all...

my girlfriend pushed me against the wall while kissing my neck n got me all dizzy just to laugh and go upstairs fuck my disgusting life

I NEED IT

//One day you will see my vision for Eline´s appearance, post-imprisonment and post-dragonsblood. The burns, scars and a few scales here and there. Just as a sheer contrast to the image of a perfect and untarnished skin one would expect to see under her clothes.

Hear me out: Eating cake off a butcher’s lesbian’s body. Or two, simultaneously.

“Taking a dragon’s essence into my system has somehow made me hungrier… ugh what a bother.”

„inside you there are two dykes” no there ARENT thats the PROBLEM

//If any of the Ysayles and other Ishgardians here are interested, this version of Eline has basically become a heretic in all but name. Dragon´s blood and all.

I have been called weak, in an almost pitying way. It´s fine, it is perfectly fine. I have never cared about measuring my strength with others, of course... I have never been insecure about feeling weak and helpless when it matters... I´ll be fine.