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@aegirheaded
Send 💭 for a thought my muse has had about yours -- @aurulent asked: 💭
I know that he enjoys games, but I wonder what his hunting strategies are. Perhaps when I have my horse again, I should invite him out one morning to see...
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compactfighter:
“Getting up early? You really enjoy waking up bright and early for those routines!? I really shouldn’t be surprise because it’s you, but hearing you say that still is surprising. Yeah, my father really did enjoy hunting. He would always take my older brother with him. Had their own father and son bonding time bright and early.”
“You do not find the joy in waking up and watching the sky turn into daylight, Caspar? How, long do you stay in bed for? Please, do not let Linhardt’s atrocious sleeping habits rub off on you.”
“But yes, I enjoy waking up early. If I am not out of bed by the time the sun rises, something is likely amiss. Would you like me to call you and wake you up when I do?”
compactfighter:
“Really getting poetic there Ferdinand. Not bad. Planning to propose that to someone?”
“Ahaha! No, no, certainly not, though I admit the notion is rather romantic. I suppose I just miss getting up early and riding at dawn. Your father went on hunts sometimes, did he not?”
“Ah, sunshine... to taste it is to be galloping through pastures and fields on your trusty steed, feeling the warmth on your face as it rises from the horizon...”
rosalaurel:
“Ah…” A soft clink as he so indelicately placed his cup back down, as that this news would so spoil the tea he loved by associations. Gloved hands crossed over each other as he considered what to say, features downcast and bangs falling across them. Memories that had simply felt best left in the back of his mind resurfacing.
Perhaps Hilda’s departure had allowed him to simply compartmentalize better. Admitting he would miss her, that she was going back to war instead of this island, literally and figuratively. A place away from war, away from everything else. Away from.
“It is correct.” He avoided eye contact with Ferdinand for a moment more, collecting himself. Finally sitting up straight, he pushed his hair out of his face, a mask of weariness settling in. “We both have our loyalties, and I do not believe that has changed even now. Nor would I expect it to - it is a part of you I respect deeply - but it was still a deep-seated wish of mine that you had joined us. That at that battle we did not have to fight, but…”
Shoulders fell for another moment. “I knew we would have to fight our friends from Garreg Mach, but I did not think of the consequences. You and I were friends despite our houses, and yet the Great Bridge would be where we would have met regardless.” Why did Ferdinand have to be there, of all places? The place that connected his House to the war so directly? So intimately?
“Forgive me. You looked at me then much the way you are looking at me now. That knotted brow…”
His own gaze turn downward, eyes catching his reflection in the amber of the teacup.
“...I do not blame you for being downcast. Were the situation reversed, I scarce think I could hold my composure.”
Well-mannered as he was, Ferdinand was the passionate sort, and sometimes his feelings came before his judgement.
A moment of silence, a deep breath, and he looked up once more.
“I suppose if I had to lose, it was honorably. But that is a future I am not from. I... am not certain that had I not left the monastery when I did, it may be you that I encounter across the great bridge.”
Somehow, though still a bit shaken, it did make him feel better.
“I should thank the Goddess we can meet like this. In a future away from the war. Please know I do not bear any ill will against you, my friend. I am thankful you gave me the truth, hard as it was.” ... “It seems silly to ask, given the severity of the topic at hand. But, we... will continue to be friends, I hope? I would certainly like to.”
Spring festival?
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I’ll cap it at 3, but castmates can like beyond that! They’ll probably be short starters.
princesselmelloi:
“The summers here are much more tolerable than they were back home, if that provides anything to look forward to. Granted, I do not know how long winter will last.” She couldn’t go providing him with too much hope now; that would be ridiculous.
“This way,” Reines added, stepping away from the counter. What was the point of hired help if not to have them watch for customers while she was preoccupied? The tea sets were still in their boxes in the back room.
“Is that so? Where do you hail from, Lady El Melloi?” He asked curiously, practically prancing to follow her. It would be nice to host tea with some refinery again! Not much of interest was in here, save for boxes and ordinary--
No--that wasn’t the case at all. Something gleaming caught his eye, leaning against the wall...
“...Do pardon the intrusion, lady, but you appear to have a lance in your storeroom. Is it yours?”
Call his interest piqued!
crestcrimson:
@aegirheaded // x
Edelgard, of course, has discovered a favorite tea shop. It had only taken her a short while to do so, and when she did she made it a goal to go there every day – she has all this free time, after all. Her hands are wrapped around a mug of coffee as she sits in the shop; this outfit that Felix had helped her pick out was extremely comfortable, and very useful as well.
Smoothing out the camouflage material of her pants (which perfectly matched her camouflage shirt) she hummed a little to herself as she readjusted her crown on the top of her head. Lost in thought, she almost didn’t notice a very familiar redhead go and find a seat nearby.
She turns her whole body, a smile lighting up her face. “Ferdinand,” she says, getting up from her seat and walking towards where he’d settled. She stood in front of him, her expression still warm and open. “I see you’ve also found the best place to get tea in this city.”
At the sound of her voice, the duke nearly whipped his tea out of the glass as he turned. So Edelgard was back--! It was almost like a ray on sunshine physically shot out of his smile.
...And then it turned overcast. Cloudy. Downpour. Frankly, he was at a loss for words for a few seconds, and the color had drained from his face.
“...I suppose firstly, I should welcome you back to the island, Emperor Edelgard. I am relieved to see you unharmed--and shocked you have regarded me so warmly. Were no other problems present, I may have asked to embrace you. However, I feel we must address the problem at hand.”
Golden eyes followed her outfit all the way down and up again, and he physically put his tea down to put his face in his hands.
“What. Are you wearing.”
@aegirheaded
“as you can see, I am not having much luck here.”
she shows Ferdinand the wooden sword she was so graciously given upon arrival. Petra is at least thankful that she found Ferdinand so early in her stay; being forced into yet another unknown city is terrifying, but slightly less terrifying with someone she knows alongside her. even so, couldn’t they have given her normal weapons back? at least a slingshot… that way she could still hunt, if not less effectively.
nonetheless, Petra swings the sword. the lack of the sharp sting! swords make when cutting the air is disappointing. she scrunches her nose, then turns her gaze back to her classmate.
“it is almost nostalgic, however. it is reminding me of when we first arrived at Garreg Mach. do you remember? we were all given such awful weapons! you were so disappointed when the professor gave you a mere training axe.”
it is nice to see how far they’ve come, though.
The duke gave a dissatisfied shake of the head of his own, and drew his own entirely wooden spear. Similarly, he tried to produce a sound... Nothing. Tsk!
“I share your sentiments exactly, Petra. I had my lance especially crafted for me, you know. To have it gone and replaced by something so obviously mass-marketed... It is an insult, to put it simply.”
Though his expression changed somewhat when she brought up the memory, and she got something of a pout out of him.
“I--was under the impression I would get an iron axe at least, and Emperor Edelgard would be stuck with the training one! Well. Lances are my preferred weapon of choice anyway... I wonder if there is a blacksmith around here we can improve our given weapons upon...”
A sigh!
“It is good to see you again, Petra. This island is, strange.”
rosalaurel:
Ferdinand von Aegir was not a rude man, and so his clear distraction had become much and more of a concern as the conversation lulled. With so much time able to be dedicated to socialization and not to war, they did not require nearly so much catching up.
Gloved fingers danced along the rim of his teacup before he picked it up, taking a sip as Ferdinand finally spoke more than a passing phrase. Setting the cup down, he responded in turn:
“But of course, Ferdinand.”
“My only concern is that you did not think to make your matters the very topic of this tea time. It is quite unlike you to be so unresponsive during our social hour.”
Something of a laugh escaped him, though genuine, it was not.
“Yes, well. I do apologize. It is hardly becoming to begin a grim conversation without permission at teatime. Usually, those sorts of discussions are for other places.”
Or, so he was taught. Ordinarily, he would have buried it down and continued on with lighter themes, as a noble ought to do--it was important to keep one’s company in mind, after all! And although Lorenz was also likely aware of this unspoken rule... ...Well. Ferdinand trusted him a great deal. After taking the risk of asking, his assumption was correct--the other didn’t mind at all.
A deep breath, and he collected himself.
“Recall the time we met up again in this strange place, if you will. When I had laid eye upon you with warmth and welcoming, I was not met with the same expression. Not something hateful, nor forgetfulness, nor hostility. Quite frankly, you appeared as if...” ... “...As if, perhaps, I was someone who should not be here.”
...
“That is correct, is it not?”
“...What a lovely conversation going on outside.”
ombraventi:
“Why does anyone like that stupid bean tea.”
“Please, do not disgrace tea by lumping it in with coffee.”
“What is this ‘karaoke’ of which you speak? Some sort of community event, I take it?”
Ashe personally delivers a flyer for a restaurant. It’s decorated with a small songbird perched upon a meat skewer with a border of soft violets.
“I thought it’d be nice if we could all get together like old time’s sake. The official opening is this Saturday, but I wanted to host a special night just for the students of Garreg Mach on Friday at dusk. All free of charge, of course! You’re the ones who inspired this, after all. I don’t think I would’ve had the courage to open it up otherwise. I would appreciate if you came, but feel free to ask for some food to go if you don’t think you can stay.”
@halfaknight
The flier, inspected for craftsmanship (and gaining a nod of approval!) earned a smile from the duke.
“Ah! You wish to recreate the meal we had after our victory of the Battle of Eagle and Lion, do you not? It’s a very entertaining thought. So!”
Oh, he bowed!
“On my honor as Duke Aegir, I shall be happy to come. And seeing as Emperor Edelgard cannot make the occasion, I shall also take it upon myself to appear in her absence, of course. May I assist in any way?”
@rosalaurel
Perhaps his conversation partner caught that the duke was paying less attention than usual. Almost like the day itself, his demeanor seemed a bit cloudier than usual, and he looked into his tea curiously.
With Edelgard gone for quite some time, his overall mood had dampened. He thought that without his ‘greatest rival’ in the city, he would shine brighter. But... perhaps he had grown more attached to her than he thought during the war. Which got his mind wandering to other things... And he simply couldn’t keep it to himself any longer.
“...May I ask you something, my friend? I admit that something has been plaguing my focus as of late, and that you may shed light upon the situation. Of course, if this is not the time or place, do feel free to decline the request.”
chanteuser:
❝ Oh, yes.. The bee should look forward to blossoms, don’t you think? ❞
❝ Got any plans for the spring, Ferdie? ❞
“Bees are very valuable, are they not? Perhaps I should begin to take that as a compliment, dear Dorothea.”
A huff!
“Of course I do. Now that I have some disposable income, I should like to find a stable to begin riding again. And in the meantime, I will find a suitable place to hone my abilities--the school the Professor has in the city shall do nicely. From there, I shall have to earn enough renown to obtain some of my own property, and that means seeing who needs help in these cities. Then there is studying what I can of the island history, cooking lessons, and preparing what to discuss next with Emperor E...”
...A pause. Right.
“Well. I suppose that is not something I can accomplish. But yes, I am determined to end this horrid bout of idleness. Yourself?”
