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“OH MY GOSH YOU DID IT DOLLY! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!”
Well at least she was happy about it.
In the face of congratulatory ceremonies and the fact that she’d emerged victorious out of a notorious contest, Dolores was pretty much the emotional desert she’d always been; stone-faced and barely a smile to share. Much in contrast to the other woman, who’d thought hugging the newest S-class wizard was a good idea. But Dolores endured. Unwillingly, but she endured.
For both their sakes.
Oceana had meant well enough, she supposed, and for that alone Dolores had to suppress the urge to frown just a little too hard. Maybe she was just tired, and this whole farce of a celebration only made it more apparent that, yes, that bed and a good hour's rest sounded really nice about now. But again, Dolores endured. Unsmiling and unfazed until she could drop the act and have a well-deserved shower.
Another day, another grind. If there had been anything worse than to stand ceremony because you were the newest S-class wizard, it had been that delightful ban which meant all she could do was sit around twiddling her thumbs until she either killed herself out of boredom or beat the odd few wizards still wanting a sparring partner, of which there had been fewer of each day (presumably because of her promotion).
Wasn’t like to kill her time soon. And so she sat at the bar, exchanging pleasantries with some of the members if she wasn’t dead set on ignoring them, but when Oceana came skipping into the hall shouting for attention, Dolores hoped to be able to get back to her usual routine.
Sooner rather than later. And when the room wouldn’t quiet down, the woman drummed on the counter with her empty mug, roaring “Attention!” until there was naught but a whisper from the corner of the guild.
Well at least she was happy about it.
In the face of congratulatory ceremonies and the fact that she’d emerged victorious out of a notorious contest, Dolores was pretty much the emotional desert she’d always been; stone-faced and barely a smile to share. Much in contrast to the other woman, who’d thought hugging the newest S-class wizard was a good idea. But Dolores endured. Unwillingly, but she endured.
For both their sakes.
Oceana had meant well enough, she supposed, and for that alone Dolores had to suppress the urge to frown just a little too hard. Maybe she was just tired, and this whole farce of a celebration only made it more apparent that, yes, that bed and a good hour's rest sounded really nice about now. But again, Dolores endured. Unsmiling and unfazed until she could drop the act and have a well-deserved shower.
Another day, another grind. If there had been anything worse than to stand ceremony because you were the newest S-class wizard, it had been that delightful ban which meant all she could do was sit around twiddling her thumbs until she either killed herself out of boredom or beat the odd few wizards still wanting a sparring partner, of which there had been fewer of each day (presumably because of her promotion).
Wasn’t like to kill her time soon. And so she sat at the bar, exchanging pleasantries with some of the members if she wasn’t dead set on ignoring them, but when Oceana came skipping into the hall shouting for attention, Dolores hoped to be able to get back to her usual routine.
Sooner rather than later. And when the room wouldn’t quiet down, the woman drummed on the counter with her empty mug, roaring “Attention!” until there was naught but a whisper from the corner of the guild.