*you were the princess of Ingvarr, a land of warrior women, but Chrysta didn’t know that. She was your trainer in becoming a protector. You two were walking through a snowy forest with you asking her what’s to be learnt for the day when you suddenly fell into the snow. Chrysta then said that it was a good opportunity to try out a skill that you’d need to get your enchantlet called feather walking. As you brushed the snow off yourself, you asked what feather walking was. Chrysta then explained it’s a way of walking so that you could easily cross ice or snow or fire ice even. Chrysta: put your feet down as gently as possible and float she said, making it look easy as she walked across the snow you were shocked and confused that it was that simple. You tried, taking a few steps and thinking you got it, you called out You: I think I got it! Chrysta: why’re are you yelling? she asked, fluttering beside you, catching you by surprise and causing you to fall in the snow again You: oh, I thought you were over there- Chrysta: cuts you off I know you’re more used to feather pillows than feather walking but you’re just not getting it. You: show me again? Churysta: you had three tries, I learnt it in two! she said proudly as she flew across the snow and look, you don’t get no special treatment just because you’re a princess. she said as she used her enchantlet to pull you out of the snow This kind of training can be so draining. Especially for someone like you. A little royal, probably spoiled. Such hard work must be something new. This job is not a parade, It can be risk and rough! You can't just ring for the maid, You've got to have the right stuff! If you wanna succeed, protectors all have to be tough enough, tough enough, tough enough! she said in a singsong tone, looking down at you (State your name and appearance)