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"Yoohoooo! Guess what day it is!?"
"Here’s a hint! It has gifts involved, and it spotlights a certain hero-in-training’s birth!"
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amareilla -⊱ In a normal recruitment, a celebration would usually be held in the barracks. It was nothing like that of a birthday, but it was more of a day of constant greeting to the new member, along with claps on the backs and wide grins. Cynthia always enjoyed it on days such as this, and looked forward for a new person in the cause. The next day the treatment of the person went for a similar feeling of a family member - everything was taken normally, and the person would learn on the fly. -⊱ This particular person’s entrance, however, earned a lot of shocked and slightly saddened faces from those of the royal bloodline. Often covered and carried briskly to her residence tent. Chrom didn’t formally introduce her to the Shepherds until days later, and therefore surprised the hearts of many with what followed after. -⊱ The Exalt…or the former Exalt, that is, was alive. That was the temporary relief before hearing the news of that the statement wasn’t entirely true. Any memory before her fall wasn’t recovered, despite Chrom and Lissa’s best efforts. Also, there was deficiency in her language due to the trauma of hitting her head. There were no smiles and greetings, just hushed hellos and an air of sadness. It took days later - after taking note of how capable a Sage Emmeryn is - for the normality to soon return. -⊱ The pegasus knight would ponder whether she could get to know the former Exalt however, or at least teach her how to communicate. For some reason, she seemed so….lost, like she was searching for her memories in camp. After careful permission and suggestions from the commanding officers, and the sun still on high, Cynthia moved to Emmeryn’s residence tent and quietly invited herself in. -⊱ “Good morning, Ms. Emmeryn!” She called. ”I’m here to take care of you today!”
Amongst the chatter and general noise that came with being in this respective tent, the girl’s voice was barely audible — even from her position, a foot or so shy of being directly at his side. Of course, the archer was trained to hear when his name was being mentioned regardless of the volume of the racket that went on around him; and as such, he turned to fully face the girl without missing a beat. To see what currently occupied her hands was surprising, to be sure — but he would accept the sight (and the gesture) with a charming smile, as was generally in his nature.
"ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ absolutely right, my dear … erm —” Having come to the abrupt realization that he himself was not certain of the others’ name, he immediately cuts himself off; perhaps in an attempt to lessen the shame that he no-doubt felt in that instant. Cue the quick change of topic. "ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ did you wish to speak of, hm? For a face as lovely as your own, I’ve all the time in the world —" Not enough, though, to recall the name that matched up with the visage. Or so it would seem.
-⊱ Exactly as her mother described - a silver tongue, spoke lovingly around women, and a nice (borderline) deceiving smile to match. Perhaps he could be the one digging around for topics here, rather than her? This was, after all, Sumia's acquaintance at best. Cynthia resisted a pout on her lips; she'd much rather be spending time doing some Justice Cabal business. Nonetheless, she moved aside the empty seat next to him, and gently placed herself there. -⊱ "I'm...Sumia's daughter, Cynthia." The pegasus knight introduced, a volume in her tone suggesting a blurt. Feeling even the handle get hot in her gloves, she moved it between the two conversationalists, and poured herself a cup of sweet tea, and another for Virion. She slowly (and awkwardly) slid it in front of him. Her nerves slowly evolved into words:
-⊱ "See, archers and pegasus knights are a fairly interesting combo. Or - err - rather, one trumps the other. To be in the sky and to dodge an arrow...the maneuvers take too long to dodge a straight shooting arrow, so obviously there's a fault in that in a flying horse and all!" She giggled slightly, a nervous edge moving in her words. "So I thought that the best way to know your weakness is to face it!....Literally. That's why I come to you, Mister Virion! I'd appreciate it if you taught me how to shoot! So I could..." Well, the real reason of "being a fantastic hero in Cabal" was certainly not serious enough for the situation. The statement hung itself for quite awhile until she was swift to finish. "Know any flaws in shooting, and maybe be able to do it from a pegasus myself! Gotta expand my weapon proficiency, y'know?" Two innocent blinks followed an almost forced smile. She herself didn't understand her stated reason, but being able to use swords, lances, AND arrows in a Justice Cabal session sounded more suited for her tastes.
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Despite her calm demeanor, Noire felt like any moment the pegasus knight was about to blow up on her for giving all the sweets to that dastard Owain. But much to her surprise, the collected expression never seemed to drop. She was still in her personal space, but hey she wasn’t yelling anymore which she’d gladly take in a heart beat.
“A-Alright, if you’re really fine with that..?” She questioned Cynthia’s true intentions, but as far as she was concerned, she could use all the help she could get if she was making another batch of pastries. Besides, Sumia was a great baker, so maybe it was passed down to Cynthia as well.
-⊱ "Definitely!" Said the ginger with a clap on the archer's shoulder. Owain, the dastard, would have the advantage of eating Noire's sweets no more! It's all up to Cynthia to take them instead, and one-up him quietly for actually helping him makie him. -⊱ "Let's get started, yeah? Just tell me what to do, chief!" She performed a playful salute and finally realized how close she was. A careful slide backwards was the action that was taken. Cynthia's baking skills, however, were very........questionable. Her face was evidence that she wasn't sure herself.
Althea started, her pen scratching a jagged line across the page - right through the face of her subject. She hissed a curse beneath her breath. Oh well… It’s… Just a piece of paper, she begrudgingly reminded herself. However, the piece of paper had been toiled over for many hours in order to look just right. Plastering on a pleasant smile, and putting the pen down with a slightly quivering hand, she turned to face her sister.
"Hello, Cynthia! Come in - oh, I guess you’ve already done that," she laughed, the sound tapering into a wry chuckle. She loved her sister, truly - but sometimes, maybe she maybe, kinda, sorta… annoyed her a little. But holding it in was worth keeping Cynthia happy, so she often just tolerated it. Besides, the fact they were still alive put things in perspective.
"What do you need?" she inquired, discreetly shutting her sketchbook and sliding it under her chair. I’d best put that aside for now.
-⊱ "Hey, what-...oh." She could feel the tension nudge her, reminding her she interrupted something important, but she did her best to not bring it up. She stood near the entrance still, unsure whether it was acceptable to sit next to her sister, or just stand there awkwardly like a nerd. Both were viable options to the pegasus knight, really. -⊱ "Sooo, I was thinking we should hang out maybe, huh?" She started, bringing her hands behind her back to lace her fingers together in an innocent posture. "Like, you know, do sisterly things! Like...." Her words trailed off at an instant, and she let them hang. Internally, you can feel the awkward in every part of the room leak out of her, but her smile that remained was best. -⊱ "...Have you ever ridden a pegasus?" She blurted momentarily, trying desperately for a common form of interest.
"Cordelia.. The brave.." She repeated, slightly flushed at the excessive titles she apparently was branded with in the future. "Well, we were the only survivors—"
It wasn’t a good time to bring that up.
Shaking off the sudden bad feelings, Cordelia smiled, letting the girl have her fun. “Is there anything in particular that you would like to learn first?”
-⊱ Her lips parted to speak at the part of 'only survivors', but she managed to keep herself quiet. A steely look crossed her gaze for but a moment, and soon enough she returned to her happy, cheery self. Raising a finger, she puffed out her chest and stood at a form of attention.
-⊱ "Whatever you feel I should learn, Ms. Cordelia! Or whatever's fine with you!" She declared respectfully, following her words with the smallest of giggles. She failed to notice that she instinctively added a 'Ms.' to her name yet again. Spacey head, that one.
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A blush crawled across her cheeks, painting them a pretty pink to match her hair. Her hands hovered over her belly consciously, as if she were embarrassed with how big it was growing, and at such an alarming rate!
“Hopefully it will be easier than my first time…” The second was always easier than the first, people always said. Hopefully the baby would just pop right out. She rubbed her tummy slowly, then grinned weakly at the girl before her.
-⊱ It took a few more moments of distraction, but soon the girl returned firmly on her feet. She moved toward the Talya, rein in hand, and earned herself a closer view of the stomach. "I hope so! I mean, you have a better idea on how to bear a baby now! So the stress of all that should lessen...right?" She took a moment to ponder. Cynthia was no witness of labor, but the knowledge of having a child is there, albeit never fully touched upon. The thought that piqued her the interest the most had her poke.
-⊱ "What's having a baby like, anyways?" She asked, unsure herself if she meant the physical process or the feelings of the process. Tapping a finger on her chin, she elaborated: "Like, how does it feel to know that there's gonna be a Morgan out of you soon? Especially since we all came from the future?"
> to add a little context to the whole wooden sword deal, the justice cabal has an unspoken agreement that their various wooden weapons be kept on them at all times in case of a surprise attack from another member. if one is found disarmed, then the perpetrator receives a rough punch on the arm from whoever stumbled upon them. this has led to many a hilarious (and painful) situation.
-⊱ Unfortunately not gifted with any mastery of the blade, Cynthia settles for a broken broomstick carved to be spear-like. It's actually just a giant stick with a cone end. Since it is a lot more to carry, she's sometime seen without it, and the Justice Cabal rule gets applied to her. Her abilities in hand to hand combat have developed because of this.
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-⊱ "Talllllya, your stomach's so big!" Out of context, it'd sound like the young pegasus knight was commenting on the queen's weight, but it was more along the lines of the potential child inside her. The camp had been quiet, and Cynthia had been graced with night patrol with Talya in partnership. The scheduler had made it a note that Cynthia would have enough energy and patience to aid the potential mother, and it was a task that Cynthia held no qualms to. -⊱ Cynthia looked away to glance at her right, gazing at the pegasus mount next to her. "Right girl? Huh? That baby is gonna come with a vengeance, huh!?" Getting on the tip of her toes, the rider took a moment to stroke the horse's mane.