A dull pain slowly in your head lures you out of sleep, it takes you awhile to recall what happened yesterday. You try to lift your head up from the pillow but a sharp pain from your empty eye socket shocks you back into bed. You lay still and wait for the pain to subside before getting out of bed, the lights are still off and the Sun hasn't risen yet. The clock reads as a quarter to six so you know you have fifteen minutes before anyone else on the ship was officially awake.

You make your way back to the bathroom to take a shower, your empty eye began to hurt more when the water hit it. You quickly get yourself cleaned and made a mental note to find a doctor today. You decide to waste some time standing in the shower, you feel the bandage become looser as time goes on. After some time you decide to step out of the shower and grab a towel. You dry yourself and head back out to the main room where Gilda had awaken and is now hunched over a desk reading something. It looked like some sort of military file, she looks up at you.

“You have quite the... impressive? no unfortunate... I really don’t know what to say.... about this” Gilda clearly doesn't know what to feel, about this strange folder with your name on. you grab a pen and paper.

medical records don’t normally have pictures do they?

“It’s a combination of medical and police records, I’m not surprised you didn't want to mention any of this.” you know what she is talking about but you really don’t wanna think about it.

Gilda takes out one of the Identification photos of you, and compares it to your current appearance.

“Sorry about what happened to your......glass eye.” you don’t want to continue the conversation.

she gives you a skeptical look but you grab the paper back from her. you’d rather not talk about shattering glass around her anyway.

“I don’t have anything to do or want to do today, I’m understandably a little tired.” you give her a puzzled look. “Guess Rosetta didn't tell you about my promotion.” you put the pen back on the desk.

“Right where do I start.” Gilda recounts a lengthy conversation with Artorias along with her promotion to a much more dangerous position in the Valkyries. She apparently now has to go on dangerous assignments and be a boring diplomatic symbol of power. Gilda lost her base and but is a little pleased with her new less direct authority. Gilda also has three new suits of armour for her to personalize, one for real combat plus a replacement and a second one to be used as formal wear.

“The Admiral basically said to me.” she begins an imitation of the old man. “You are a Valkyrie now and you have an image to keep up when ambassadors are around, I know you'd rather not but now you are a glorified personal guard.” she laughed at her own joke.

Gilda read the paper and smirked.

“Or you can write me a story, about how you lost your glass eye.”

you hand the paper to her.

“...Right, where should I start.” she brushed herself happy. “It was about ten years ago, I was still a spoiled little kid with anger issues, so anyway I was still a private back then so I must have been about your age.” Gilda gives you a look that said to you ’I look great for my age don't I?’

“I was put on an assignment to patrol a trading root near the Darkroot Forest with two other soldiers named Shiva and Alvina. Being the idiot I was I got in an argument with the other two, a move I came to regret. So out patrol took us into the forest, now when most people think dragon that imagine some flying teeth-clenching ball of hate and winged death, so there is this rare forest dwelling variant of green spined dragon that hasn't got any wings and likes ambush its prey. So this thing must'a thought we looked like walking canned dinners. So the fucking thing lunges out of the thick forest and attempted to rip open Shiva’s chest cavity, it must have assumed me n’ Alvina would have ran... It was true for Alvina but my first response was to lunge at it claws first. The damn thing threw Shiva aside to face me head on, Have I told you I used to want to be a stunt flyer? Anyway I dodged the thing and tried to dive bomb the thing but the thing was fast and smart and followed me up by scurrying up a tree. It tried to lunge at me again but I dodged and buried one my my claws into its belly, the weight and speed of the thing pulled me along with it and broke one of my reinforced claws and several of the bones in my actual claw. It landed in another tree while I was still hopelessly attached to it, at this point started it to shout what I assume were threats or insults in some other language. I somehow avoided it trying to slashing at me and I detached myself from its stomach and got myself back in the air.”

come to think of it you've heard of a similar dragon before, it was within the past three weeks.

“The thing was starting to feel the effects of the cut I had given it, the blood loss was severe enough to slow the thing down but it wanted to fight to the death. It reared to attack again so I dive-bombed it and stuck my claw into its neck and began to dig in. I was on its back so the battle from then on was me pulling out my claw and waiting for it to bleed to death. So I just flew low and waited for it to keel over and take its last breath.”

”The brass said anyone else would have been teared apart and I was my superior speed that won me that fight.” she allowed herself that small amount of gloating. She looks over to you who had just sealed an envelope, you show her what you had written on the envelope itself.

< When I feel like it. >

“Typical...”

“It’ll be the first time I’ll eat at a civilian establishment in several years.”

< You're not that old. >

“But I am that lame.”

< Can we stop by the doctor before we leave? >

Author's Note

The wording here is a little awkward so yeah