Sleeping Dragon they've got the kingdom locked up

Eske is young and aggressive by nature, and does not realize how unsettling her desire to kill comes across as to her superiors and elders. She only wants to prove herself. She only wants to fit in and be recognized for the one thing she was good at: battle. Her soul is some odd mixture of valkyrie and amazon warrior. There is little doubt that if she was ever faced with the situation where she would have to kill there wouldn't be much hesitation. Eske was not a bleeding heart and she would not have mercy on her enemies, that much was clear. “I'm not gonna go around killing wolves,” She scoffed with a roll of her eyes. She wasn't a psychopath though she bit the bottom of her lip wondering if her eagerness to see battle (and to be marked) perhaps gave the wrong idea. As Heda speaks to her Eske chews on the inside of her cheek in careful contemplation. To be afraid was to lose. I am not afraid Eske thinks. It made sense in a way, she thought. At the very least she could hold the knowledge that fear = defeat. “Mother speaks of a Valhalla. It is her belief that only the bravest and greatest of warriors are handpicked by these women called Valkyries to join their Odin and his army when they die. Odin is like their big bad.” In lieu of remaining respectful to her mother's culture even though Eske found it all a bit far-fetched and hard to believe she didn't add the i guess at the end like she had wanted to. Yet, she felt the need to add that Odin was more or less the King of the Norse (in case Heda didn't know) — at least this was what she had gathered from Gyda's tales. If nothing else her mother's tales made good bed time stories for her.