Yula

It had been... oh, it had indeed been quite a while since the last one, hadn't it?

Yula frowned at the notice taped to her front door. It was always just a variation of the same spiel; we need you to fight in our oh-so-important battle, earn glory and riches and stuff, or if you can't fight at least give us a donation, yadda yadda.
She clicked her tongue, ripping the parchment off her door. The tape chipped the paint, but she was just too tired to care.

Stepping inside and yeeting the notice into the fireplace, Yula's gaze caught on the cloth-covered heap in the dimly lit corner of her house. Any time one of these notices appeared, it seemed to draw her gaze towards it again.

But no... no. Shaking her head, Yula turned her back towards the heap. She had her cozy house, and her beautiful garden, and as much as she loved it, even that didn't quite make up just how much she'd had to fight for it. So, it was only right that she'd plopped the heap down on her first day here and not touched it again ever since.

Quickly, Yula threw a glance through half-open door, at her tiny apple tree. A smile flashed across her face. That was hers now; and that was what she'd be protecting if push came to shove, not some fanatic group's stupid ideals. Eleven knew she'd done enough to deserve this for herself.

If only, if only everyone didn't know the tiny house on the hill just outside the town belonged to a former war hero... everything could've been so perfect. But, oh well. If all Yula had to deal with was noisy neighbors and annoying fanatics, that she could do. The neighbor's kids had already been properly educated about what exactly would happen if they laid a hand on her crystalberries. Practically no one had bothered her since then - not in person at least, but oh well, that was better than nothing.

No... no, life was good, all in all.

Still. Yula carefully put down her gardening equipment, and dared to shoot a glance at the heap in the corner.
Still, maybe she should take tomorrow off gardening and take care of her old stuff. Even the ever-so-precious Copper Filigree tarnished when not properly taken care of, after all. And maybe it would make for a nice scarecrow...