Pica's eyes shone with something akin to reverence. Not reverence for this lady, though she certainly had her respect, but the kind of reverence held for legends and myths, but legends that were come true. The things this 'Lore Master' had told them, the things they were expected to do . . . how could she, of all people, back down from such a life? Her motto, her creed, was to help people to the best of her ability, to end the sufferings around her. Here in the village she had done that by putting to good use the skills she had learned from the people who had raised her, but she had always felt as if that wasn't enough. Now, she had a chance to do more than what she could. 

More promising than that, however, was the prospect of having to raise a dragon. She didn't care for whatever prestige or power it gave; what she cared about most was the actual [i]raising[/i] of the dragon. To be its guide, mother and friend. Pica couldn't think of a better effort with which to dedicate her life to. 

Yes, there was no need to think about tomorrow, not when she had her answer today. 

[color=fff79a]"I'm not leaving,"[/color] she said in a soft, yet determined tone. [color=fff79a]"There's nothing else I can see more worth of decision than this."[/color]