Hark, thou wayward Tarnished...
I cannot proclaim it loudly enough upon the winds of the Lands Between how my very soul doth burn with reverence for the Springhare maiden of the long ear or as commoner recite as "bunny girl"
Behold! Those lofty rabbit ears, rising like twin banners of the Erdtree’s forgotten grace... the sleek black bodysuit, clinging to the form as shadow clings to the night of the Eternal Cities... the translucent thigh-highs, sheer as the veil between life and death, tracing every curve with a promise most profane!
She reveals enough to make thee swear she wears naught at all, yet veils herself just enough that propriety itself cannot cry foul
And ah, those teasing gaps betwixt the thighs, where the silk beneath doth whisper of secrets nearly seen, yet ever hidden...
Is it not a marvel most wicked?
A riddle woven by the Greater Will itself?
Verily, such raiment stirs the imagination of any man- nay, of any soul- until it runs wild as the beasts of the Mountaintops!
Truly, a wonder of the age!
I, lord of naught, do declare my undying admiration for the springstep
All of us- every last one, man and woman, Tarnished and demigod alike, should don this sacred guise!
Why do we not all become the long ear?
Why, in this broken world of runes and ruin, do we deny ourselves such sublime truth?
Answer me that, if thou canst
There is something beyond the ken of man regarding the springhare maiden of the long ears
'Tis a wondrous blend of grace and allure, balanced with the utmost care. It is as if one gazeth upon the truth, yet it remaineth ever veiled from sight
And those long ears... truly, they are a marvel to behold
I hold such maidens in high esteem, and methinks we should all seek to don the mantle of the springstep