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Healing -- A Stab in the Dark (Tethys-Volke-Treck-Lyon)

Goodness, were these men serious? Couldn’t they see that this person needed medical attention right away, what was there to discuss about? The two men who had just entered the suit seemed to possess much greater knowledge about first-aid treatments than the dancer did, but all this stalling would do no good for the wounded man’s health; he already had lost too much blood as it was.

“I’ll pay you”, Tethys declared towards the first man in the mask and gave a quick nod towards the other who was holding that vial. None of them seemed to make any move as to uncover the bleeding man’s wound so it could receive medical attention. A sigh escaped her. Well, she couldn’t help healing the guy, but there still was something she could do to help here.

“I hope you don’t mind”, she murmured with a weak smile, and quickly but with utmost care began to undress the guy - well, just enough so the others could stop that bleeding.

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Volke tapped his foot rather impatiently, before slipping the knife back up his sleeve. It wouldn’t do anyone good if he was impatient, and Volke was supposed to be a patient man. It was probably the pressure of the situation, and his own irritation at how this evening unfolded. Right as he met Queen Elincia again, too. So yes, he may have blamed his impatience on how he actually fell for this trick, and his own displeasure about not being able to do anything.

Once Tethys unclothed him enough, Volke took her place. He pushed down on the wound before starting to pull the bandages around the smaller boy. He didn’t know anything particularly special to fix wounds aside from ‘vulneraries are key’, but he knew some basics. Years of tending to your own wounds tended to teach you some things.

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Treck watched the shifty man and the woman get to work tending to the prone man, rather fascinated at the speed the two worked at. As soon as the woman had removed enough of purple-hair’s clothing to expose the wound (which, Treck noticed, looked pretty bad, as far as wounds went), the shifty man started to wrap bandages around it.

Treck realised that he probably should do something to help, but really, he wasn’t sure what. The vials he was holding were filled with mysterious, unknown liquids; they could be toxic for all he knew!

“Uh… maybe it’d be safer if we just left these vials alone?” Treck asked, moving closer to the purple-haired man. “I dunno what’s in ‘em. Could be dangerous.” Treck paused, then decided to leave his options open. “But hey, this could be a healing type liquid in here! I don’t know. You can try it if you want.” Treck held out the vial he’d referred to earlier, and as he did so, another vial slipped from his arms and smashed on the floor.

“… That one was probably dangerous anyway.”

He was feeling a little disorientated but he was sure he was able to undress himself! Lyon tried to evade the woman however he was already backed against the wall and had nowhere to go. He knew he should be more grateful for the charity of these strangers but…maybe the pain was making him insensible.

He let out a choking gasp as the masked man put pressure on his injury before proceeding to bandage him. The pain was getting worse! He tried to find something, anything, to focus on to distract himself. He found himself staring at the vial of green liquid in the other man’s hand and trying to work out what it was. It looked like a…

“Anti-toxin…that’s a drinkable… good for dark magic wounds… special type of…doesn’t really help…now…but thank you…”

#jehannasgrace #carefreecavalier #mysteriousfireman #princeofmisery #[End appearance.]

[ Glass shards surround the pieces of the broken vial. For a moment the shards fluctuate, yet the ground from below does not quake. The fluid that is light blue in colour glows, merging with the broken glass.

And floats.

The liquid glass shards pierce through the fallen man's stomach abruptly, tearing through the bandage until the open wound is reached.

There is no pain.

There is not meant to be pain.

Only healing.

The man's wound closes from underneath the cloth -- the liquid shards fade to inexistence. ]

[ ... ]

[ Beware. Esu has taken an interest in the following individuals:

Tethys, Volke, Treck, Lyon.

Your conversations are in close watch. ]

#princeofmisery #carefreecavalier #jehannasgrace #annerire #esu pwns all

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Festive Spirit // Wind's Descent

Eirika had been rather suspicious about the sudden, addressed invitation to the party in question, especially considering the fact that she wasn’t even native to the continent. However the local Lord knew about her was a complete mystery, unless he had something to do with her current situation.

But everything seemed okay so far, nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone readily enjoyed the occasion, and the festive spirit was overwhelming.

It wouldn’t a bad idea to join the festivities, Eirika thought. It had been a long time since she attended to a party after all. Still, she would make sure not to lower her guard, just in case something happened.

Fixing skirt a bit — it was rumpled after all this time, and she hadn’t had enough money to buy a better-suited attire for the occasion, she approached the crowd, in hopes to met another guest.

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Since she walked in, Arthur had been eyeing someone. She reminded him of someone, in her bearing and the way she blinked as she surveyed her surroundings. It was an aching in his chest, and he knew why. Everything about her reminded him of his sister. By now, he knew she’d be panicking. He had already been late in returning to her when he’d arrived in this land, and now he was worried about her. He couldn’t lose her— not her, too..

He banished the thoughts from his mind. This was now; a party he’d been invited to, most likely by the same person who had dragged him to this land to begin with. Whatever; instead of moping over his sister, he could try to figure out just why he was here. He took a deep breath and edged towards the woman in question, who was now slipping into the thick of those gathered. That was a place to start, wasn’t it? To ask others, rather than hanging off to the side as he and so many others had been.

He caught up with her, presenting himself as well as he could. “Good evening,” he mumbled, dipping his head respectfully. Hopefully, this encounter would go smoothly— and maybe he’d even get an excuse to take his leave early.

#zephyrguard #lunarbrace #[End appearance.]

[ A sudden gust of wind blows from the south, forcefully opening the large doorway to the entrance of the great hall. The trail of wind turns light blue in colour, forming a circle around Arthur's right arm.

The colour fades quickly, yet the vanished wind directs his arm to be lifted; forcing even his body to approach... In control of the man's arm, a gentle voice whispers in his head to perform his next action.

"Go on... Give her an affectionate pat on the head."

The force in control of Arthur lifts his arm to do just so.

At the success of this action, the heavy force removes itself from Arthur, a light breeze from above descending upon his face at its departure. ]

[ ... ]

[ Beware. Esu has taken an interest in the following individuals:

Arthur, Eirika.

Your conversations are in close watch. ]

#esu pwns all #lunarbrace #zephyrguard

PEARS [Shinon-Lyon]

Magic was all well and good for Lyon, but he couldn’t so much as reach his quiver with the fruit squeezed around them.

But then… the explosion.

It was disgusting. Shinon made the mistake of screaming, and he spat out gooey, blue chunks of pear. He found himself on the ground, apparently having blacked out when the explosion knocked him over. He tried wiping the pear goo from his eyes, but his hands were equally coated and it made his vision worse. Through bleary eyes, he could see Lyon lying not too far away. He felt strangely grateful for his presence.

“Hey, buddy.” He crawled to Lyon, who appeared to be conscious, though the guy wouldn’t move. He shook his shoulder. “Hey…”

He stopped. When he reached out, he had noticed a glowing blue orb in his palm. That damn pear. Wide-eyed, he dropped the fruit like it were in fire. The string of curses that poured from his lips could not be contained. He ran both hands through his gooey, matted hair, closing his eyes.

At the sudden explosion, Lyon’s instincts kicked in and he frantically tried to defend himself by unleashing his magic at whatever was in his way. To his horror however the magic didn’t even manifest itself into a physical form, it seemed the glowing fruit had simply…absorbed it! What…what power enabled it to do that? Despite the fruity appearance this simply couldn’t be natural, he’d studied enough to know that.

Not caring he was covered head to foot in blue goo he stared wide eyed at the blue pair that had suddenly materialised in his hand. He dropped it as if it would bite him yet continued to stare at it as it rolled on the ground. Something had to have caused this, something incredibly powerful… for once he was not intrigued by whatever almighty being had caused this. He had had enough of almighty supernatural beings…

He felt Shinon shake his shoulder and gave a start.

“Sorry,” he said hastily, “It’s just…I think we should leave these pears alone and leave this place. This can’t the work of any human mage and it’s certainly not natural. I don’t think we should meddle in it.”

#End appearance.#deadlyadept #princeofmisery

[ The fallen pears begin to shake and soon levitate above the ground, each moving up the top of their heads. The pears begin to glow with an immensely brighter light and stick themselves above their heads. They are stuck, as if the pears themselves were a part of their heads.

A tiny voice speaks in their ears.

"Until the light fades, we will not detach..." ]

Forest Cry [L'Arachel-Erk]

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This boy looked confident with his skill! Ah, however, as expected from a mage, anyway. She felt a bit touched by his kindness and that chivalrous intention actually. Since she was left here alone without her faithful and loyal Dozla or other Rausten knights, she didn’t expect to find someone willing to go to her to the frontline. Oh, well, mages are awesome anyway.

“I am so touched by your intention…” she said innocently. “However I’d rather you to stay here, young mage, I believe the Divine will protect me! But if you insist…”

A coquettish sly one aren’t you, Princess?

They walked together side-by-side, sailing the grass and trees until the mage stopped walking.

“What’s wrong? Did you see anything—-” she tilted her head to face him when he stopped without saying anything. Reflexively turning to see what lay ahead, she saw it with her own eyes—-a woman. And the faint sound—-

“… What… what is this…?”

She was alone. And she just learned something she very rarely felt even in the midst of war against the Demon King—-FEAR.

“Lady L’Arachel?”

The sudden echo of his call startled him slightly. Erk turned his head and affirmed that, yes, it was still the forest. However, there was an absence of one loud princess. This wasn’t good—had she been taken away? No, he would’ve heard something.

The woman who he assumed had cried out before lay ahead of him, unharmed as far as he knew. Unharmed and unconscious. Was this some kind of trap? Should he search for L’Arachel first? Or should he help the woman?

The violet-haired boy retrieved his fire tome and gripped it tight, ready to open the book and unleash its magic in an instant should he need it. Then, cautiously, he stepped closer to the woman’s body and knelt down to shake her awake.

“Miss? Miss, can you hear me?” Her skin was deathly cold—he had felt no cold sensation like it before. There was definitely something odd about it… And the chill that suddenly went down his spine light a bolt of lightning did not ease any of his concerns.

#[End appearance.]#the-wandering-mage #latrollachel

[ The woman's body crumbles, turning into ash as the wind sets in. A whirlwind of dust forms just beneath the tree where the woman's body once lay. Her body is reformed by the pieces of ash yet her skin is a dull grey... decayed. She lifts her arms slowly, and it glows with an aura of dark blue. Six more bodies turn up from the ground, formed by a whirlwind of ashes each in different places surrounding the forest.

The woman looks up at Erk with soulless eyes and flashes a toothless grin.

...And she vanishes with a bright flash of blue, leaving the forest with armed walking corpses slowly making their way towards the two. ]

PEARS [Esu-Shinon-Lyon]

Shinon was done being surprised when the bizarre blue pears started multiplying. And when they started to grow, he hardly had a reaction at all. Just typical, wasn’t it? What else could possibly happen?

But the pears were jostling for ground space as they grew. And Shinon was being pushed around by giant fruit, struggling to keep his footing, but the more he pushed at them the more they grew and the more they blocked his view of the world.

“Hey, Lyon!” he shouted, raising his arm above the mass of pears. “Where the heck are you?” It was impossible to see anything beyond the blue glow, and he was starting to get dizzy. Maybe if he closed his eyes for just a second…

Lyon lost sight of Shinon as the fruit pile became a growing mountain of glowing blue pears. Whatever this was, it was bad. He could barely see the street around them anymore and it seemed Shinon was lost. What in the Gods’ names was going on here? This was…unnatural to say the least.

“Shinon?” he heard the archer call out to him and hastily tried to come up with a plan, “I haven’t moved that far but there’s about…two giant pears between us.” Now the on the spot plan.

“I think we should start destroying them before they take over the whole street!”

He took out his Nosferatu tome and wondered whether Shinon would be alright with just a bow.

“Either than or we try fleeing by climbing over the fruit!” he gave as his alternative plan. Neither seemed works of tactical genius.

#Post order: Esu-Shinon-Lyon #princeofmisery #deadlyadept

[ The glowing pears continue to enlarge, others reaching the height of the trees surrounding them. The largest of the pears stop growing and begin to shake. The largest one explodes--soon comes a succession of exploding fruit, each producing a strong blast of wind enough to knock the two men off their feet. Large pieces and chunks of fruit are spread across the floor when the explosions subside.

A small glowing pear reminiscent to the one they first saw appears in each of their hands. One for Shinon, one for Lyon. ]

Forest Cry [Esu-L'Arachel-Erk]

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“Hmmm what is that speech again? Now that everything itself is crazy, you sound like a gentleman from 100 years behind, you know?” she ticked his nose. “How rude! Sorcerers and sorceresses are graceful, well-brought and elegant! Casting spells with style, style, style! A magnificent show of skill, the way we fight feasts the eyes that know beauty, unlike ordinary pikemen! Oh gosh, you’re still a junior after all, why would I even tell this to you…”

She stopped when he stopped. They were so close to the stone wall now, however…

“W-what’s that again?” she reflexively grabbed his hand, startling him. It was someone screaming, she knew it! From behind of them… should they go back to check, or…

“… Stay here, I’ll go to look.”

Was she insulting him by saying he was old-fashioned? Well, politeness is never a bad thing, even if this noblewoman was contemptuous of it. And treating him like such a child—normally anyone his age and practice would be offended. Luckily for her, he has been trained to withstand the comments of such people. Erk held his tongue in saying that practicality and efficiency of spell casting overrode its showiness; after all, it’s already a spectacle of elegance in its own right.

Perhaps he was underestimating her magical ability by only analyzing her beliefs and way of talking—but he still refused to be junior to someone who has yet to prove their skill. So when the cry was heard and L’Arachel said she would look, Erk figured that now was most likely the time to see her worth in magic.

“I don’t wish to undermine your strength, Highness,” he began, following the princess as she was about to run back to the forest, “but it’d be best if both of us went. Two are better than one, after all. And I suppose I don’t look it much, but I’m quite able of assisting you.”

This time, before she was able to speak, the violet-haired adolescent went ahead of her. A small taste of her own medicine—and it felt rather nice. And that had been the most he had talked to a stranger for the first time in quite a while.

Erk pushed that to the back of his mind. Right now, someone was possibly in danger.

#Post order: Esu-L'Arachel-Erk #the-wandering-mage #perempuansuci

[ A woman's body lies on the ground ahead of them, just under a nearby tree. Her body holds no scars, and show no signs of injury. Her body grows cold. She is unconscious.

A faint rumbling sound can be heard in the distance, and suddenly stops.

There is nothing but silence. ]

PEARS [Esu-Shinon-Lyon]

Shinon stared at the ground, wide-eyed, as the fruit multiplied and multiplied again. He stepped back, shielding his eyes from the sudden burst of blue glow. The pears piled on the ground, covering his feet, and he hastily kicked them away. Nothing helped.

“This is your fault!” he shouted, pointing a finger at Lyon. “You… uh…” but he couldn’t think of what to say, being distracted by the abundance of glowing fruit. You said bad things about them? You hurt its feelings?

“You’re a mage, or something,” he said. “Can’t you fix this?”

“How is this my fault?!” Lyon demanded, “I just admitted I made myself ill because I couldn’t tell whether the fruit was ripe or not! I didn’t…offend the fruit or anything!”

The idea of offending fruit was somewhat ridiculous as was the idea that fruit could somehow get revenge. Lyon kept stepping backwards the glowing pear pile steadily increased. He had no idea what to do and all instincts said to not to make contact with pile in case the magic had some adverse effect. Still, Shinon’s accusatory tone was getting rather annoying.

“Have you seen a fruit mage before?” he asked, tone full of frustrate sarcasm, “I don’t know what to do! I could try blasting it away but we’d either end up with a lot of glowing rotten fruit or blue pears flying everywhere. It’s not exactly a situation I’ve studied how to use dark magic in.” Like glowing pears would come up in any tome.

#[Post order: Esu-Shinon-Lyon]#deadlyadept #princeofmisery

[ As the pears continue to multiply, each of them grow larger, starting with the ones that pop out from the next. Soon enough, the enlarging fruits begin to shake, rattling the ground beneath them. They continuously grow bigger as the seconds go by, to the point of being life-sized. The first pear has already reached the height of Lyon's neck from the base. ]

Wings of Sapphire [Esu-Ephraim-Cath]

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“Danger? But it’s just a baby—”

Ephraim stopped short as he felt something pass through him— cold, unnatural, leaving him breathless and almost trembling. He could only stare, dumbfounded, as he saw the figure take form and kneel before Cath.

Just what was going on here? What— or who— was that? Ephraim didn’t dare approach, but behind his back, he reached for his lance, just in case. He had too much experience with the supernatural to regard it with anything other than suspicion.

Cath stared at the phantom, the terror she felt mirroring in her eyes. This was even worse than her dream, and she could not allow for this to happen, no.

“Y-you’re not my father”, she muttered under her breath, her voice shaky before this apparent ghost. “And I won’t let you have this child.”

But what could she do against something so mystical that it could pass right through Ephraim? And now the man that looked so eerily like her own father reached out for the child… Jumping to her feet, Cath stumbled a few steps backwards to escape from his reach. She was trembling with fear by now and threw an almost begging glance at Ephraim. “Do something”, was what she meant to say, but her voice seemed to have broken somehow.

#[End appearance.]#legendary-master-thief #solarbrace

[ The man remains still, despite the thief's movement. His arm stays hanging up in the air and he sighs, dropping his head.

"Cath..."

His lips do not move. The voice only seems to ring inside the thief's head.

He then stands. Eyes remain closed a few moments before he slowly takes a step and speeds forward. In a mere second he already stands in front of her, his head still hanging low. A voice whispers in her ear.

"..I hope you'll forgive me one day."

The figure vanishes before the thief and child, leaving behind a trail of smoke from where it stood. ]

Forest Cry [Esu-L'Arachel-Erk]

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“WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEE WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY ‘I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF SUCH A LADY’!” she grabbed him by the cape, shaking him without much of a thought. “Nooooo really?? So this is indeed NOT Rausten—-screw proper grammar, what have I done? No, no, what have You done, o Divine Power, testing me? I mean—-how come my hardwork banishing evils all over the land—-but…”

“… Ahem,” she regained her composure. “Erk,” she said his name reluctantly. “Um, fifteen? Are you like, losing your way from home?”

He was obviously annoyed for being treated like a kid, but oddly enough her tone did not sound… insulting?

“Then if it’s not Rausten, what is this place again? Hmmm… we have to get out of here don’t you think?” she grabbed his hand just like that and dragged him away.

What a horrible feeling of deja vu, Erk thought as she dragged him away to Goddess-knows-where. If any divine power was testing someone, it was him and his patience. The mage didn’t even have it in him to try and correct her in her assumptions of him being a child who strayed from home. He took part in and survived two political conflicts, the Black Fang, and a fire dragon; last he checked, lost children were not able to achieve such feats. Still, he was used to being underestimated. More oft than not, it ended up being advantageous to him during skirmishes with tavern braggarts who would think nothing else from a lanky child with a book.

“This place, as I’ve informed you before, I do not know,” he repeated calmly. “But I suppose we’re about to find out soon enough…”

There was some sort of stone wall lining the distant horizon—perhaps the sign of a town? If there was civilization to be found, then perhaps he’d have the answers to his questions. Erk just hoped that the duration of his time with this princess ends as soon as they manage to find out about their location.

#[POST ORDER: Esu-L'Arachel-Erk]#perempuansuci #the-wandering-mage

[ A woman's frightened shriek echoes from the forest behind them. ]

[ ... ]

[ Beware. Esu has taken an interest in the following individuals:

L'Arachel, Erk.

Your conversations are in close watch. ]

#esu pwns all #the-wandering-mage #perempuansuci

PEARS [Esu-Shinon-Lyon]

As Lyon was rambling about pears, Shinon’s stomach grumbled. Even if they made him sick, he wouldn’t mind—

“Ow!” Shinon rubbed the back of his head, feeling a sudden, sharp pain. “What in blazes?”

He turned around, seeing no one behind him, but the glowing ball of something by their feet was hard to ignore. He stared it it, then back up at Lyon, then back to the ground. The blue light gave him a sudden flashback but, no, it was the wrong shade of blue… he thought…

“Is that… a pear? Don’t tell me you ate something like that.” He prodded the fruit with his toe.

“Of course I didn’t eat something like that,” Lyon retorted, burying his hands in his pockets before pulling out a perfectly ordinary pear and showing it to Shinon. Of course it was nothing like the glowing mass at their feet.

“Where did it come from?” Lyon asked, kneeling down to get a better look yet still keeping his distance. Definitely pear-shaped, definitely blue, definitely glowing…apart from that he had no clue what it was supposed to achieve. It hadn’t seemed to react from the prod of Shinon’s boot but Lyon knew better than to try touching it, especially with bare skin. Who knows what kind of magical properties it hand. This was indeed a very strange land.

#POST ORDER: Esu-Shinon-Lyon #princeofmisery #deadlyadept

[ The glowing pear shakes, unsteadily at first, until another pear emerges from it. They are of the same size, and of the same glowing features. Both pears lay still for a moment before two more come out, and two more from both pears, and two more... Soon, the whole ground is being filled with pears and the emergence of fruits would not seem to stop. ]

Wings of Sapphire [Esu-Ephraim-Cath]

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“I wasn’t going to take more than enough for shelter and f—”

Ephraim fell silent. That… was not money, or gems, or even weapons or vulneraries.

Who exactly would leave a baby in… a box?

“I… uhmmm… should we… ?” He’d never really handled a baby before. His mother hadn’t had any other children besides himself and Eirika, and he’d always run outside to play instead of cooing over the castle servants’ children when invited. But there was no way they could just leave it— him? her? calling a baby it seemed base, but he wasn’t about to examine it to find out which it was— out here. Not when it was all alone, and it was getting colder out by the moment.

As carefully as he possibly could, he lifted the baby out of the box, supporting the head, which seemed far too heavy.

“C-can you?” he asked, pushing the child toward Cath. “I’m going to drop it, I don’t… know what to do with, a, uh, this?”

Cath had frozen stiff on the spot. No, this…. Why did they have to find this of all things…

It was just like the dream she had before waking up in these strange lands. Was that a coincidence? Doubtful. But the similarities between the child in her dream and this one that Ephraim held now… It was all too eerily similar to not be on purpose. Racing thoughts kept the thief’s mind preoccupied. Who had the ability to… read her mind in such a fashion that her own dream could be used against her like this? And would the other parts of her dream turn out to be true as well? If that were to happen…

Cath barely noticed Ephraim’s movement in time to take the baby from his arms. Her eyes were widened in shock, but she still managed to hold the child close, giving it as much support as was needed. What a calm baby… just like the one in her dream.

“We… are in danger”, Cath murmured, feeling much too anxious about the whole affair to properly voice her thoughts.

#POST ORDER: ESU-EPHRAIM-CATH #solarbrace #legendary-master-thief

[ A ghostly image of a man slowly appears out of thin air. From behind Ephraim it walks, and as the ghost passes through his body, its features grow clear. A torch appears in his hand, his head hanging low as he dragged his feet to approach the thief still holding a child in her arms. The faded image takes the shape of a man in full form, his hair the color of sand, a lighter shade of brown than the girl that knelt before him. The man only begins to look up as he kneels down to face her.

They share the same face, if not for his hair and eyes.

"...I'm sorry."

His eyes begin to tear up as he reaches for the child in the thief's arms, avoiding her eyes. ]

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Puppy Trouble (Esu-Innes-Eirika)

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“I’m sure. I’m alive, not bleeding anywhere, I’m all right,” he answered with a curt nod that he hoped added some finality to the question. The last thing he needed was Eirika worrying over his situation, especially since the bandit possibility was seeming more and more out of the question. Surely there would’ve been some trace of them around if they’d been to blame, or Eirika would’ve noticed something from where she’d been sitting. It was a little unnerving to have no idea why he’d woken up in the water, but it wasn’t something he could worry about now.

When Eirika spoke again he took the time to take in his surroundings. As strange as it all sounded he was inclined to believe her. As one of Frelia’s top diplomats he’d traveled to many places all across Magvel, and although he hadn’t visited every square inch of the continent, the area he was in now didn’t look like any place he’d seen before. He certainly hadn’t been to any towns with foreign script on their signs either, so it all added up at least somewhat logically. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how and why they’d gotten there. “Yes, this doesn’t seem like any part of Magvel I’ve traveled to,” he agreed, turning back to Eirika.

He was about to speak again when he felt a sudden weight on his head and instinctively, he roughly pulled it off. He held the puppy as far away from him as possible, a confused expression planted on his face. Had the dog spoken…? He could’ve sworn he’d heard something. Maybe in this strange land it wasn’t unusual for animals to speak. Innes looked up at the sky, searching for some sign of where the dog could’ve come from, then looked back at Eirika, an eyebrow raised in puzzlement.

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“If you say so, Prince Innes.” She finally sighed. It was quite obvious that the prince didn’t want her intruding in his affairs, but still she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hurt somehow and his foolish pride prevented him from admitting it.

Seeing a familiar face in an unknown land was truly a blessing, Eirika thought, but it would have been troublesome if he had doubted her words and cast suspicion on her. This was Innes after all. But she was relieved that apparently this was not the case, and that now, they could work together to find out why and how they were brought there.

She thought to tell him about the apparent lack of monsters in this land as he turned around to face her, when she heard an unfamiliar voice from above, and a little puppy dropping on Innes’ head out of nowhere. If it she weren’t as confused as she was, she would’ve urged the prince to handle the dog with care, but the only thing she could do was take a closer look at the little dog. It looked like a normal puppy alright, except it had talked. Puppies weren’t supposed to talk.

She looked at Innes and shook her head lightly, a puzzled look written in her features.

#princeinnes #lunarbrace #[ post order: ESU-INNES-EIRIKA ]

[ You will take me with you... won't you?

The voice sounded again, seemingly emerging from the puppy, although the animal's mouth remained motionless. The words spoken had gained an edge they previously had lacked; it was quite clear that the speaker would accept no backtalk on the matter. The puppy happily kept wagging its tail with unbroken enthusiasm. ]

PEARS [Esu-Shinon-Lyon]

“Met? That’s one way to put it.” He shrugged, not wanting to get into it, but… “All right, fine, there was this war back home. And it was Ashera’s fault. Well, sort of. The goddess, I mean.”

Shut up, Shinon, he thought, and stop rambling!

“And I was part of the team that killed her but you know what? That’s not really important right now. Let’s get some grub. Death probably makes you hungry, or something.” He tugged on the guy’s sleeve, jerking his head toward the town. “What’s your name, by the way? I’m standin’ here rambling and I never even introduced myself. I’m Shinon,” he said, turning to walk down the road.

Met and fought against a goddess? Also the ‘team’ he was in must have won for him to be alive today. That seemed like something out of an epic poem or…well it was something of fiction and legend rather than reality.Like almighty demons?Well…goddesses still seemed rather unbelievable. However Lyon saw no reason for the man to lie, still he was curious.

“How do you fight an omnipotent being?” he asked, trying not to sound incredulous.

“My name is Lyon,” he replied, in relation to his talk of food Lyon really didn’t think he could eat anything. The pears he had eaten in the forest…hadn’t been very ripe and now he felt rather ill, it was probably better not to eat anything else.

“I don’t think I could eat anything,” he said, “I…I arrived here and found myself surrounded by fruit trees…I wouldn’t suggest trying to eat any of the fruit there…it wasn’t ripe…and it can make you feel quite sick.”