Disclaimer: Don't own Crystal Chronicles. Also, since I'm using Dragon Naturally Speaking to dictate for the first time (it is a damn cool thing once you get used to it), beware of wrong words, grammar screw ups, and spelling mistakes. There should be too many though... I did a lot of editing.
The Tipa caravan lazed around, taking a well-deserved break to celebrate collecting their last drop of myrrh for the year. It wasn't that much different from the normal routine, except that now the customary hour-long relaxation period after collecting myrrh was accompanied by several rounds of strange liquid. Millie took advantage of the down time to pull out her diary and scribble in a brief entry. She didn't notice Jormand reading over shoulder until the Lilty spoke up.
"'I was a little surprised, I never considered myself a fighter'?" He cocked an eyebrow and sent a pointed look at the heavy sword that was always by Millie's side. "What in the miasma would make ye write that, lass?"
"Ah, well... I don't really think of myself as a good fighter. I just don't." Millie felt her opinion needed no explanation. In her eyes, the memory of having to talk her down from an apple tree in Fum after the cows scared her should have been enough proof for Jormand, but the Lilty refused to believe.
In a movement faster than the Clavat eye could follow, he snatched the diary from her hands and started flipping through the pages, reading aloud the entries that proved his case.
"Today we defeated the cave worm Selepation Cave, easy battle, light lunch 'n all that...' I was a little surprised, I never considered myself a fighter.'" Jormand flipped the page. "And here, after we beat the Zombie Dragon in Conall Curach, ye wrote the exact same thing. It's here when we beat the Golem at Veo Lu Sluice, Armstrong in Tida, and three times for the Malboro in the Mushroom forest." He shut the diary held it out for Millie to reclaim. "There's an entry like that on almost every page, lass, and we've been at this for years. If that's not clear enough for ye, I don't know what is."
Millie stared, just a little startled, as she took the book back. "So you're saying I should...?"
There was a loud clank as Jormand smacked his gauntlet to to his helmed forehead.
"Lass, I'm sayin' that ye should best start believing yourself t' be a fighter. Nay, a warrior. Take it from a Lilty, you're a fine one." He shot her a proud yet slightly irritated smile, then tromped off for another tankard of strange liquid.
As Millie watched him go, still a little shocked by the whole encounter, there was only one thought in her mind and that thought was "I... I'm a warrior?... Cool."
AN: I was looking through my diary the other day and noticed that because I've been training and collecting artifacts the "I never considered myself a fighter" line popped up in pretty much every account of a battle. You think that the characters would stop being surprised after the first few times they wrote that. Honestly...
Kudos to SasukesBlade for introducing (to me at least) the idea that Strange Liquid could be some form of hooch.
By the way, did I mention that Dragon Naturally Speaking is cool? Because it really is.