Riven did not dream.
Well, that was not completely true. Riven dreamed in her sleep—everyone did—but that's the only time she ever does.
Dreaming while awake was foolish. Take Demacians for example, a group of people that would rather rely on words to sway people instead of action. Rallying was important for morale and Riven understood that, but it was useless without action.
Noxians, on the other hand, valued strength and the ability to use it. If Noxians wanted something, they'd take it by force, not with fragile treaties and agreements.
Riven knew how to use her strength, and she was one of the strongest people around.
Riven was the epitome of Noxian ideals. She was strong and had the scars—both mental and physical—to prove it.
She might be branded as a traitor to Noxus now, but she still held herself with dignity. The Noxus now was not the one she believed in, and she knew many others agreed. It was her strength that made her such a popular League champion, even amongst Noxians that should be shunning her for deserting her post. Most would never admit it—for it would be treason—but many still looked up to her, even though her days of being a poster child were long over, even though she was a shell of her former self.
Still, Riven was strong. Riven does not dream.
She accomplishes.
Riven trained everyday to hone her skills, and today was no different.
In a swift, fluid motion, the exile effortlessly tore apart the training dummy.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted Ahri entering the training room and heading straight for her. Even without looking directly at her, she could feel the mage's predatory stare.
Ahri was an annoyance, to say the least. Her charm was annoying, her personality was annoying, and everything about her pissed of the exile. How could she be so carefree and friendly to everyone? What was she up to? Something about the way she acted set off alarms in the exile's head.
"What do you want, fox?" she asked, grunting when her sword made impact with another dummy. She didn't mean to sound so harsh but then again, she didn't really care.
The only thing that mattered to her was Noxus and her strength. There was no room to care about anything else.
"Don't call me that," Ahri snapped, irritated with the exile's tone towards her.
"Fine. Is there a reason you're bothering me?" Riven rushed forward and attacked the stationary targets, not a single trace of hesitation in her movements.
In battle, there was no time for hesitation.
Riven was strong. She did not hesitate or dream.
"I…"
Ahri, on the other hand, hesitates. She hesitates, and that's enough for Riven to stop paying attention.
Riven intentionally ignores Ahri and continues her exercises.
After a moment, Ahri leaves, knowing her presence was unwanted.
Riven had no time for hesitation.