Sesucgral

Anger, honor, justice, a series of events in the song of war. To her, war is a game, she laughs at what smaller dragons would call injury, yet hesitates before stronger wills, as if her muscle is the only real advantage the brute has. Her pristine equipment was not granted to her; it was earned. Through pain, through blood, through success on the front, she may not be clever, but she certainly is, a conqueror.

That being said, it always seemed she doubted just who she was, as if trying to forget she is the daughter of the Wisdom.