- Location
- Austria
The two of you end up sparring some more, making a bit more inconsequential small talk, and then eventually part ways warmly, or at least as warmly as someone like Wendy permits. But when you have a moment to flop onto your bed to rest your muscles and wait for dinner, it occurs to you that many of your friends are largely satisfied as to where they are in life. Melanie and Vesna and Mia seem largely happy being daughters of merchants. Emilie and Nikki seem happy being freeholders. Sieglinde and - to some extent - Elizabeth seem critical - again, to some extent - with their lot in life, but you don't get the feeling that they're entirely unhappy with it. And if you really think about it, if you consider why you even came here in the first place, you realize you're happy being the daughter of a humble freeholder family as well.
But it's perhaps at some point as you stare at the ceiling in your bedroom that you come to understand that Wendy isn't. And although that may be the most enlightening thing you've come to learn about the mousy human girl with a spear - more so than anything else that you've come to learn about her ever since you saw her help spill soup on Elizabeth - you also realize that you have no idea what to think about it.
And you're not sure whether it says more about Wendy...or about you.
So, Wendy wants more in life than just to be another poor gal from slums? That's admirable, really, but not that easy in their society.
I am not entirely sure why Neianne is not sure what to think about it though.