More inspired poetry...although it almost feels like a riddle, too, in a way, doesn't it?
Also, she didn't! But believe me, she could have if she'd wanted to. Do you know she once laid out a renowned warrior a head taller than she was with one punch? She doesn't mess around, my mother. And I was a wild kid, so I aggravated her enough and often enough that I definitely saw plenty of her temper. She never laid me out flat, but I made her mad enough sometimes that I worried about it!
[Said warrior was actually a general, and Claude's mother the woman that warlike Almyra - even despite his homeland's xenophobia and contempt for those with Fodlan blood - knows as the Demon Queen, but Claude can't exactly give those details.]
But no, my parents loved me well enough, so no need for that kind of concern. But because they knew exactly the sort of problems and opposition I'd face as someone of mixed race in my homeland, they never exactly coddled me. They knew however harsh they were, the rest of the world would be harsher still. They made sure I was tough enough to endure and bounce back from just about anything. I wouldn't say we're particularly close, as a result, but I respect both the necessity of what they did and the obvious effectiveness of the results it got. Not to mention how strong they both are themselves. My parents are tough as teak.
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Also, she didn't! But believe me, she could have if she'd wanted to. Do you know she once laid out a renowned warrior a head taller than she was with one punch? She doesn't mess around, my mother. And I was a wild kid, so I aggravated her enough and often enough that I definitely saw plenty of her temper. She never laid me out flat, but I made her mad enough sometimes that I worried about it!
[Said warrior was actually a general, and Claude's mother the woman that warlike Almyra - even despite his homeland's xenophobia and contempt for those with Fodlan blood - knows as the Demon Queen, but Claude can't exactly give those details.]
But no, my parents loved me well enough, so no need for that kind of concern. But because they knew exactly the sort of problems and opposition I'd face as someone of mixed race in my homeland, they never exactly coddled me. They knew however harsh they were, the rest of the world would be harsher still. They made sure I was tough enough to endure and bounce back from just about anything. I wouldn't say we're particularly close, as a result, but I respect both the necessity of what they did and the obvious effectiveness of the results it got. Not to mention how strong they both are themselves. My parents are tough as teak.