#ayy i managed 4 days out of the 7!! im p happy with that and im so glad this week was organised in the first place ;u;

[twiggusdickus]

Commander Week: Legacy

Kosdde barrelled through life - childhood in Hoelbrak, college in Rata Sum, winning Snaff Savant a year later - and then you know the rest. She never really had a moment to just sit and digest things in peace (gender crisis in school? It’s more likely than you think).

So she fears being used as a positive example for asura - like yeah ofc ur meant to work all the time uwu. She hates that and wishes she’d had more time... feels like she’s wasted her life orz

What do you think how Tyria will view your Commander centuries into the future? Will they go down in history as a positive figure, or will they become a cautionary tale? Is your Commander concerned about their legacy at all? What would they want to be known for most to future generations? Or would they rather not be remembered at all?

Mundvarr wakes with a start, roused by their own name, whispered and harsh and urgent. “Munny, wake up!” little clawed hands grab their shoulders and shake violently - they blink and Kosdde’s sleep-addled face blurs into view. “Munny!” “What,” they wince, and finally she stops shaking them. Only now do they notice the sun is still down outside - an ungodly hour, Mundvarr decides with a twitch of a frown. “What is wrong?” Suddenly, Kosdde almost appears bashful, “It’s silly, but I have to talk to you. With you.” Concerned at the gravity in her voice, Mundvarr sits up, “Of course, of course,” they turn to light the lamp beside their bed, noticing in the dull glow that Kosdde’s own sheets lay strewn about the floor. Their frown deepens.

“Munny-“ “I’m listening,” they assure. “When I die,” Oh. “Kos?” She ignores them, “When I die, I need you to do one thing for me. Just one. Or make sure someone does it - I don’t care who.” “Of course,” far too ready to offer allegiance, too eager to serve. But Mundvarr looks at Kosdde and realises that this one time, it may just be fine. “I need you to make sure I become a cautionary tale to all asura. If you hear a single one of them praising the route my life took…” something desperate crosses her face, “Please, you cannot let them do that. Please, I-“ “Kos,” I can’t listen to this anymore. “You speak as if you have already died,” A humourless chuckle, “Well, everyone has to someday. I’m assuming there’s a place in the Mists for me, as there is for everyone else.”

A long moment, rolling their sister’s words over in their mind - then, “If that is what you want, I will make sure it is done.” An expression of immense relief overtakes Kosdde’s face, and for the first time that night, she relaxes. “Thank you,” some clarity returns to her face, “That brings me a lot of peace.” I’ve noticed. Instead, “Why the sudden panic?” Another laugh, but warmer this time, “Ah, I had a dream about it. Some stupid professor going on and on,” she pinches her nose, voice turning nasal, “Ah, there you are, progeny! Have you heard the tale of Kosdde the… Smart?” Mundvarr snorted, “Yes, yes - she was most excellent! Spent all her time working and then became a legend, yes she did. That is what you should strive to be,” her face falls, and she lets go of her nose, “This is the best way to be.”

“I see now,” “Yeah.” A pause, “I’m sure you’ll be remembered for a lot more than just that, Kos.” “Yeah, I guess the dragons and all that are kinda-“ “No, no - I mean as a person. You think the skalds spend all their time singing about being good at school? Or slaying dragons?” “You know I always fell asleep…” Mundvarr sighs, “They’ll sing of your character, Kosdde. Of who you were and to whom you were those things,” they smile, “Plus, you know I can sing just fine - your legacy is already all set! You have no need to worry.”

For a moment, Kosdde’s lower lip trembles, eyes foggy with tears, “Aw, Munny,” she leaps into their arms and hugs them tightly, “Thank you. Thank you so much.”