As promised, when it came time for the Last Meal, Rebekka was in one of the kitchens of the garrison making a luxurious double-layered Raspberry and Lemon cake. It helped after a long day to get one’s mind away from the violence and despair. After the ambush, there was nothing but grueling training exercises. Even … Continue reading Rebekka: Challenges (pt. 17)
Rebekka wasn’t one to rage when angry. While others shouted to the tops of their lungs to the heavens in spite, she didn’t. Nor was she one to mindlessly try to destroy the things around her in blinded fury. She rather silently fume until she either simmered down or… went mad.