RADIANCE.

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WHAT’S YOUR MUSE’S PLANT PERSONALITY? TAKE THIS QUIZ AND POST YOUR RESULTS ( PLEASE REPOST, DON’T REBLOG! )

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PLANT PERSONALITY:  DGS

DANDELION: Scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.

GINGER: Spirited. A feisty and fiery companion, quick with an opinion, a laugh or an idea. Warm, friendly and inviting, you never allow an awkward moment to pass. In fact, even cold and distant people warm up to you more quickly than others. Negative experiences or too much indulgence, however, can send you into a bit of a tailspin, and when hurt you may become quite cold and distant. Ginger people do best when their natural warmth and affection is flowing freely, giving them easy access to their love of life

SLIPPERY ELM: Let’s just say you’re a vocal person. Sure, that might mean you’re chatty. But it also means you’re the one humming in the hallway, singing in the shower, speaking your mind, standing up and shouting if need be to get yourself heard. You’ve got a voice and you know how to use it. Inclined to speak up for the voiceless, defend the defenseless or simply bring joy to the joyless, you may have a tendency to overuse your voice.

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“Yes, actually,” Inigo answers almost offhandedly, pausing for a moment to think. He can only imagine how much she actually knows– about him, that is. Not that Inigo himself is an incredibly secretive person, no, but.. he figures he just hadn’t gotten around to explaining aforementioned circumstances to her? It’s hard to think into, really, because the type of life Inigo’s led.. well, despite being born into royalty; it hasn’t been the best life. 

He can see reason in avoiding telling a child about such things, of course, but she wasn’t a child anymore, was she?

“It’s a complicated story, though.. not the happiest of tales, either. But if you’d like to hear about it, I wouldn’t mind. You don’t seem to know much, and really, that hardly seems fair, don’t you think?” Not that this wasn’t still a little.. odd, but he could at least spare the same courtesy he was being shown. She was clearing up quite a few misunderstandings– he could only hope to clear up the remainder. 

As in, you know, ‘Laslow’.

“Ah, yes! It belonged– technically, now, still belongs to mother,” her grandmother, as Soleil said; Inigo can only imagine how she would feel. Maybe similar to this situation– awkward, unsure, but welcoming. His mother had always been a warm person, he can’t even come close to imagining her being anything but accepting.

Inigo listens, though, blinking a few times at the mention of a mother of her own. That shouldn’t be surprising, no, he had to have– never mind. Not the train of thought to be taking now. Blue eyebrows raise curiously, though, “What is going on? I assume there’s conflict of some sort..”

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     Eyes widen at the prospect of learning more about her Father. She had always been so curious, always wondering in between visits about the life he had led before appearing in Nohr one day ( as her mother had so eloquently put it ). Selena and Odin too, she had mentioned. Knowing that the father of her dear friend Ophelia and her own Mother’s loyal retainer were somewhat involved too had added more mystery to his history, but Soleil had always tried to keep her mouth shut, worrying she’d upset him. 

     If he hadn’t wanted to talk about it, surely there was a reason. 

     ❝If you wouldn’t mind telling me, I’d love to hear it! ❞ Enthusiasm breaks forth, hands squeezed into fists at her chest. The anticipation pushed past the previous fear of her Father not knowing her-- it was becoming an opportunity to know him better. But still, not wanting to seem too eager, she quickly flattened her hands back to her sides and gave a sheepish look. ❝Oh-- in your own time, that is!! ❞

     It wasn’t strange he’d want to know about her own future if she was delving into his past, so answering him was only fair. Spoiling the future-- it sounded like a bad thing to do, it could change things, but then this city would probably make them forget if they ever left. It had strange powers. ❝ Yes, there’s a war going on. It started between two countries, Nohr and Hoshido. They’ve never really been on good terms, and then Grand-- uh, that is, the King of Nohr soon escalated the tension and started the fighting, or at least that’s what I’ve heard from Mother, ❞ Soleil hadn’t been around then, she hadn’t even been born then. 

    ❝ That said, we’re in an alliance now, Nohr and Hoshido. Apparently a dragon was pulling the strings behind the scenes, sparking the conflict through some dark means of magic. The King of Nohr was possessed by him years ago, it turned out. The Prince of Hoshido and Un-- Lord Xander decided to work together to stop things getting worse.  ❞

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CHARMING KNIGHT:

      Soleil’s opinion of Kjelle might suffer with the knowledge of the Knight’s inability to not wear some form of armor, no matter what the occasion. As it stands, the genuine admiration takes her somewhat aback, and she can’t help but give the girl a momentarily bewildered stare, head canted as if she is some sort of oddity to be studied.            “I… have always put my all into my training. A knight who buckles under the weight of her own armor is a knight who has no business trying to shield those she intends to protect. It’s… only sensible.”            No, she knows, it’s not, but to Kjelle, it’s the simplest thing in the world to carry whatever burden she must so that those she would protect would not suffer. The return to her question is a welcome distraction from the way her thoughts are going, and she feels tension she hadn’t known she had seem to lift at the answer. 

          At first, the name ‘Laslow’ is a relief; unfamiliar and strange, one she doesn’t recognize in the slightest, and decidedly not the one she’d thought she’d hear. It’s immediately shattered, however, as the girl notes the change in her father’s name, and her fingers tighten on her spear, makeshift as it is, wood creaking beneath her fingers as she takes another breath.           “Do you know what his name was, then? Before it was Laslow?”            Kjelle cannot fathom a reason any of them would need or want to change their names, but she also could not have fathomed plenty before the city, before traveling to the past. Anything, she thinks wryly to herself, is possible, isn’t it?           She doesn’t realize she’s near to holding her breath as she awaits the answer. 

     After observing women enthusiastically in pursuit of a date or two in the past, Soleil had learned when to steer the topic of conversation in order to better suit them. Even if her own interest remained, she’d always prefer company to be at ease. So, while still immensely impressed at the sight of her chain mail, Soleil leaves the topic behind in order to speak about her Father-- not the usual topic of conversation, but she supposed she’d go with it. 

     She soon notices shoulders easing at the mention of his name and once again stiffening as her sentence continues. It’s strange. Again she finds herself confused. Soleil doesn’t understand why a stranger she just met would be so interested in her family, her Father. He’s a retainer to the Prince, the King-to-be, she understands the Lord’s importance, but this woman doesn’t look to be from Nohr at all-- she shouldn’t know him, should she? 

     ❝ I only found out he changed it recently, he never told me back home. I always thought his name really had no importance in my life given that he was “Father” to me, simply my parent, but the more you know, I suppose? ❞ Thinking back to her encounter with the younger man who would possibly become her parent if they shared a timeline, to what he said his name was, she felt herself frown slightly. It still felt odd.

     ❝ Inigo, wasn’t it? I think that’s what it was, ❞ A shrug. ❝ Apparently he changed it when he came to Nohr before I was born, he isn’t actually from the country like my Mother is. His two friends too I think, Odin and Selena. They arrived together, according to some I know. I’m guessing they also changed their names. ❞

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MASKED&MYSTERIOUS:

       It’s not the first time someone has tried to make of his mask something they could use to their advantage; it has happened before with few others, friends of his, one especially who reminded quite some of this girl who from nowhere came. She wasn’t quite like the others who flocked around him like pests; she didn’t seem to be the type, to gush over his “mysteriousness” and how “dark” he was. She didn’t seem to be at all interested in him, but how many women he had managed to ( unwillingly ) attract.

       It was all too much nostalgic.

       ❝ She isn’t only adorable; she is the prettiest wyvern the world has seen. No others could compare to her unique features, to the way her scales reflect both the sunlight and the moonlight. She is simply perfect in every single way. ❞ And it would be no magic to reduce her size that would take away how absolutely pretty Minerva was.

       But there were words mentioned that caught his attention ( Gerome was a perceptive man through and through, and there were details around this girl that had ultimately caught his sight, but none that he had mentioned so far, none he saw in the position to inquire about ). Nohr was usually deemed as a mythical world, a kingdom of legends that no one had ever considered to be real. She talks and speaks of it as if true, as if she hails from such like it couldn’t simply be possible. ❝ I hadn’t assumed there to be a book about wyverns in “Nohr”. ❞ He plays around and waits; picks words that would make the girl confess whether or not she truly spoke of tales about fictional wyverns or if, indeed, she came from a land those in Ylisse ( and even those from his mother’s lands ) believed to be only a myth. 

     While it would have been polite to nod in agreement-- keep a straight expression and adhere to the manners instilled into her during her youth, Soleil instead had to cover her mouth as she stifled a laugh. A man that had seemed so mysterious was so clearly love-struck with his wyvern. It was quite adorable to witness how he spoke so lovingly about the small beast that was currently curled around him. Though, she supposed, all wyvern riders seemed to dote on their mounts. Percy and Ace were as close as brothers, her mother’s wyvern was shockingly loyal from years spent in battle alongside one another and even Beruka treated her own with a rare gentleness. 

       After a moment, she spoke again. Her laughter had ceased, a newfound grin on her face. ❝ You certainly love her ! It’s lovely to to see-- though I can’t say I could agree entirely when you say “no other could compare”, not since I’d likely upset my mother’s own, ❞  A hand resting comfortably on her hip was lifted to wipe a stray tear, glad to have gained some amusement from the encounter. ❝ But I’d love to have seen her full-sized. Wyverns are always a sight to behold ! ❞ 

     His next statement brought with it confusion however. While she had expected the man to hail from a similar land due to the familiar beast and dress, his acknowledgement of Nohr seemed almost questionable. The way he had said the name of the country she hailed from had been odd, distrusting even. ❝ I’m certain there would be some books on the topic given the amount of enthusiasts within the court. The army employs quite a few wyvern riders too, I suppose, who could have published some works ? ❞ Inexperience in the written word become obvious. Soleil couldn’t say with any form of confidence that she was much of a reader; it took too much time that could be better spent in her opinion. ❝ I myself have learned from experience, really. My Mother is a wyvern rider, one of the best in the country, so I’ve encountered several-- both her own and those of her followers. ❞

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FATHER:

Inigo realizes, the more he looks, the more makes sense– not literally, of course not, because he refuses to admit to the idea he’d ever forget a daughter he knew about. His head tilts and his eyes raise, looking to the headband secured behind the mass of purple hair, and his eyes get that smallest bit wider, too. Mother. There’s the slow dawning of further realization, and when it’s all really put into perspective, it’s just as possible she’s been pulled from even further in the future than the one he was from.

Or, perhaps, a new future all together? 

The possibilities really were endless, and the more thought put into it, the more it both made more sense and made no sense whatsoever. Inigo was past the point of caring about the weird timelines and strange occurrences that changed things within said timelines.

Too confusing for someone as one-track minded as him.

“Soleil..” it sounds strange, understandably, but it’s a pretty name. Inigo blinks once, twice, before he offers a smile to hope assuage the awkwardness of this whole situation. He can understand where it’s coming from, at least, because his own situation was similar when arriving in the past. Speaking to parents that had no idea who you were.. it stung, at first. “I wouldn’t say that! A little confused, maybe, but this situation isn’t all that.. unfamiliar, we’ll say.”

“Though, in my personal experience, I was in your position prior,” he rubs at the back of his neck almost sheepishly before leaning to the side, eyes returning to the cloth secured through her hair, “And that.. was a gift, I assume? It looks very nice on you. Sort of nostalgic.”

     ❝ You were in... the same circumstances?❞

     Confusion replaces discomfort when he mentions being in the same position she was in once upon a time. If he meant encountering his parent in their youth, then it was beyond a coincidence. As impossible as it sounded, traversing through time was apparently something that could be done. This was her Father before he had her, before he married her Mother, before he even went to Nohr-- but he was still himself.

     He spoke as if it was old news. If he had been in this position before her birth, then it was possible that it was an important piece of his largely mysterious past that had only been hinted to her growing up. Even now, at eighteen, he had yet to tell her about what had happened in his youth. Always curious about her Father at her age, and only discovering tidbits about him and her Grandmother, a positive way to look at this situation was a way of learning more about him. 

     Right, that was the way. Stay positive. 

     ❝ Oh, right! You gave it to me when I was little-- it was Grandmother’s, right? That’s what you told me then, ❞ she had been so happy then, on one of his rare visits. Memories of staring at it in awe as he placed it on her head came flooding back. Being given a gift was always a joy, but one so special had such meaning. It was a bonus that talking about the memento she wore each day helped her calm down, something she desperately needed. 

     ❝ You see, when I was growing up, we didn’t actually have the chance to spend much time together. It was the same with Mother, too. Any children born were, erm, sheltered, I suppose, to protect them from getting caught up in all that was going on-- is still going on, since I left that behind before coming here. It was really in our best interest! I was glad to be given it and to look after it for you while you and Mother worked for peace with everyone else. ❞ That said, it did result in her growing up a little too fast. 

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SHIGURE:

♪ @exsoleille.

          ❝no, it’s fine,❞ he assures, with a chuckle and a toss of his bangs. like his mother, he didn’t think anyone beyond the reach of a good teacher … even soleil, who was, admittedly, quite bad. though, her patience exceeds even his, and the opportunity to be around the girl really was quite uplifting. ❝honestly, it’s alright. you’re always improving, so don’t make that face. here, let’s try again. try to keep pitch with me. do, re, mi … ♪❞

     Scrunched features loosened as they began again, a giggle emerging as she attempted to follow his beat until once again she made a mistake. Not surprising really, Soleil had already accepted her lacking musical ability. ❝ Whoops! You may think I’m improving, but I’m not anywhere near decent yet. Still, I’m happy you think so,❞ A pause. ❝ And I’m glad we can still do these lessons even here of all places. This place is so depressing-- having a bit of fun is a great thing to look forward to! ❞

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( @designohr )

     ❝ You know, I’ve been wondering something for a while now Forrest, ❞ Happening across the young prince had been a pleasant surprise. Despite having spent weeks in the city, she had only really met a handful of acquaintances, and even fewer friends. ❝ Your hair still looks great, even though we’re trapped in this awful place. How can you look after it so well with everything that’s going on? Mine has become so tangled since I rarely get the chance to properly care for it-- though, I guess stress could be a factor too? ❞

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( @fortiscor​ )

     Hesitance was a foreign feeling to Soleil. 

     She was a girl who acted first, brash but brave, and thought about the consequences late-- someone who could rarely be discouraged. Unfortunately, the city had dampened that brashness despite her only having lived within it for just over a month. She understood why of course, but it still was a bother to know that she couldn’t be as positive as she once was while living here, try as hard as she might. Caution had had to replace her usual forward approach to life, especially given recent happenings-- violence, unrest and fear. So, the sight of one familiar to her did not ignite the typical excitement it once would have-- though there remained some hope, at least. 

     ❝ -- Odin? ❞ He looked as he had before. Her Father had been younger, her age, but Odin was definitely as she remembered.  ❝ You’re-- I mean, you remember me, don’t you? ❞ If he did, that question would probably sound unusual but she had to be sure. He was a dear friend of her Father, one she knew due to their bond and her own with his daughter. If he too didn’t know her, surely it would be the icing on the cake

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my exams are all finished so i’m finally able to throw up an ad for soleil !! i’m excited since i’m very interested in developing long lasting relationships for her.

anyway, this ad will have NO CAP for now so feel free to like it !! i’m not guaranteeing i’ll get to all of them but i’ll try, at least. you can im or inbox me if you want to plot either, or hmu on my twitter. it is locked rn but if i know you’re from citta, i’ll accept you asap !

[roy4ldust]

FIre Emblem Aesthetic: Soleil request by anon

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hey cutie

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GRANDMOTHER:

     Olivia’s arms came to rest in the perfect pose after she spun, twirled into a dip of her own body that relied greatly on the curve of her hips and the strength in her calves. The finishing position was reflective of the dove, a symbol of piece, and for a dance of tranquility, it was the perfect ending. Having choreographed this dance for Lord Chrom, a gift meant to celebrate his coronation as the Exalt of Ylisse and honor the sacrifice made by the late Exalt Emmeryn, it had long held a special place in her heart. She had passed it along to Inigo when she had met his elder counterpart, something she’d not have had the time for in the timeline he hailed from. It became a special dance, one meant for her family and for that of the Ylissean nobles, their people and the countries they showed their ways of peace to. 

     Without Chrom here, Olivia wondered if the dance could not help act in his steed. It was her message of Emmeryn’s ideals and the way which Chrom hoped to carry them forth into a new world. This world she inhabited now was anything but normal and bringing any kind of message of love, resolution without needless casualties, felt appropriate. Certainly, for how often the hive city saw war and conflict over trivial matters or ill-formed provocation. Practicing these moves, this dance she had created to spread such messages, only seemed appropriate. 

    The conclusion is not met with applause, and she did not expect it to be, but it was met with something unexpected. The approach of a young woman– but not so much younger than she– whose hair matched her own and whose face was almost reflective of her son’s stunned Olivia. What elicited a gasp was the headband adorning her head and the question she posed. She knew Olivia’s identity. Could this be…?

   “Yes, that is my name. May I ask yours?” Surprise colored Olivia’s tone, a hand rested at her heart and her eyes wide, but she was not harsh or cold in her response. More than anything, she was curious.

     Her son here was not so far in life as she for while Olivia remained unmarried in her own timeline, she had still met the proof that she would eventually wed and have a young boy named Inigo. He had come and gone from her world, telling her of another in which he fought and grew stronger, even had a child of his own. This… could have been her.

      Confirmation of her identity made the scene before her even more unbelievable and Soleil felt all confidence that had existed within her dwindle to a small flame in her chest. Before arriving here, she had been a woman wrought with determination and excitement towards to the unknown she had been sheltered from during her youth. War had prevented her from learning about the outside world due to the protective intentions of her parents, but never had she faced it with fear when the time had come for her to emerge from the land she had grown up within. It had been a pleasure to explore it. Growing bonds within her mercenary troupe, within the army of Nohr, with the allied Hoshido-- despite the battles that ensued and difficulties they faced, it had been nothing but a joyous experience. 

     Yet, since arriving within this city, all of that had changed. Separated from her friends, faced with an encounter with a Father who knew not who she was and now, having a meeting with her apparent Grandmother, a woman her Father had said died in his own youth, it was all a little much for her, despite her usual confidence. The headband that adorned her head, always present, had been a memento of the woman her Father loved so dearly. He had told her that they were alike and for her to wear it with pride, which she did. 

     But being faced with this woman, something Soleil had never dreamed of ever happening in her lifetime, nerves suddenly emerged despite the welcoming tone given to her. 

      ❝My name is Soleil. It is a pleasure to meet you,❞ It really was, in a sense. Seeing her dance so similarly to her Father, seeing how kind she had been greeted despite interrupting her performance, it was all just as her Father had said. His Mother was a warm person, a loving person. ❝Though I-- I’m really not certain how to say this. It really is quite unusual now that I’m trying to put it into words, and I feel awful for suddenly throwing it at you, but--❞

      ❝I... believe we may be related? Possibly, at least. This city has already shown me that, as strange as it may sound, those from other times are able to be pulled within with no regard for timelines, if that is the correct word for it.❞ Given her Father’s age, the same as her own, and now evidently her Grandmother being of a similar age as well. 

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CHARMING KNIGHT:

      Niceties are not exactly Kjelle’s forte, and though she’s quick to realize her scrutiny is making her present company uncomfortable, she does not deign to cease to consider her carefully. It is a wariness borne of curiosity and mistrust both, though for the sake of not scaring her off entirely, she does her best not to show either thing outright.             “A knight goes where war demands,” Kjelle replies simply, shrugging her shoulders. “I could hardly decide not to head into battle with my comrades because of a little heat.”            Of course, recovery afterward had been a misery she’d had to bear silently for her own stubbornness, but that was not something she’d discuss with a stranger. A stranger who, it would seem, had considerable relation to the Lady Olivia, through only the sole avenue Kjelle could think of. Another child from an unforeseen future, like they had once been? Or something else entirely? And the girl’s mother… who could have possibly–?

          --no, Kjelle. Breathe. You are a better woman than that. Such gossip is not for you to care about, no matter how curious you may be.             “Your father’s name; what is it?” One way or another, she’s going to suss out if this is Inigo’s daughter or not, and a name seems the easiest place to start. 

     A knight so dedicated to her comrades that she wore armour even when no battle was ensuing, at least not an immediate one-- what loyalty. It reminded Soleil of several from her own home, and perhaps even herself in a way. If there was a way for her defend, to assist her friends, then Soleil would always take that opportunity, just not in such armour. For a swordswoman like herself, mobility was key and heavy armour would likely hold her back. 

     ❝That’s a good mindset to be in! You’re very admirable!❞

     The topic of conversation had returned to her lineage and curiosity of her own bubbled within her. Why, she wondered, was her family so interesting to this woman? If anything, her Mother was usually the one who drew the most attention, being royalty and all. Her head tilts to the side in confusion, noting that this woman was likely not from Nohr, before replying. ❝Laslow, that’s my Father’s name. Why?❞

     ❝Oh, though from what I’ve heard since arriving here, that’s a new name he took on when he moved to Nohr.❞ Finding out that the younger version of her Father that had made his presence in this city known had a different name had been strange, only ever knowing him as Laslow since her youth.

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FATHER:

The voice isn’t one he recognizes, there’s no reason for it to pull his attention– aside from the fact it seems to feminine in nature, and that it also seems directed right at him. But that couldn’t be right. There was this issue beforehand, too; of him being mistaken for another person, whom apparently looked and sounded just like him, too! 

Inigo was still interested in the thought of that, of course, and under the complete assumption this was the same situation in nature.

‘Father’ is what catches him entirely by surprise, though.

It’s easy to see– she does look too much like Inigo himself, her face and even her voice.. her expressions and– blue eyes blink rapidly to shake himself from his thoughts quick enough. There was simply no way! She looked to be his age, that was impossible! He’d like to believe that, but it’d be hypocritical. ‘I came back to the past myself,’ it’s easier to have inner monologue than risk saying these things out loud to possibly confuse her.. and himself.. further, ‘It’s not.. entirely impossible..’

Odin? A spell? Again? And there’s the word ‘father’ once more, then the last bit is what really convinces him that it has to be a situation similar to his own– there’s no other explanation, right? “I’m not so sure–” it feels terrible that he doesn’t know his (apparently) own daughters name, but he can’t really be held accountable for that. 

“Goodness, this is a little awkward!” A gloved hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck, “I suppose I’d look younger– I’m only nineteen years old,” that should.. get some sort of point across? Hopefully. 

     The painful lurching within her stomach returned as quickly as it had eased, hands now tugging at one another over her chest. He was nineteen-- which meant that he, somehow, was only a year older than she was. Even if time had passed differently between their world and the Deeprealm, her Father had still been in at least his late twenties when Soleil had emerged and joined the army.

    ❝... Oh, I see. I didn’t realize that they could do that sort of thing,❞ 

     For once in her life, she was without words. Biting down on her lip to prevent a frown, hands now clutching one another to prevent shaking, the mercenary put all her determination into appearing anything but positive. This person was her Father but from a time before he had become exactly that. This was the man she admired in his youth, the days he had never spoken much about to her albeit a few words here and there. 

     ❝I mean, I saw a few familiar faces like Zero, so I assumed we were all brought from the same... time? Would that be the right way to put it?❞ A pause. ❝Do you even know who Zero is? Probably not. This-- if you’re nineteen, you probably haven’t even become a retainer yet. That sort of position is one that probably took a few years of work to obtain, since Lord Xander is so important in Nohr.❞

     Realizing she was now allowing all her questions to pour out at once, likely overwhelming him, her shoulders slumped and she slowly sighed, folding her arms. ❝Uh, sorry. You... don’t know me and I’m probably-- Gods, this is strange.❞ Well, she had already said Father so there wasn’t much she could do to cover it up. Their likeness wasn’t really something that could be dismissed either. ❝-- My name is Soleil... I probably spooked you a little huh, since, uh, you don’t seem very different from the you I know.❞ How odd it felt, introducing herself to her own Father.  

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THIS GUY:

you’d only been trying to get to the store quicker. having landed from a roof beside two girls, it wasn’t in your intention to break them up or scare the shit out of them, surprisingly. today was a you day, a day where everything you did was suppose to only involve you, yourself, and well, you. all pranks, all gags, all screwing around with people? that was for tomorrow, aka after you took a nap later and figured it was a new day. so when you’re scolded and the sound of a pipsqueak barking up at you is finally brought to your ears, you look from the fleeing kid to the pissed off one.

for a moment you debate arguing with her, explaining yourself. it is only after you realize that is stupid and lame do you react. and you do so by dipping yourself down a bit, bending your legs and swaying one arm out to the side, leg slightly jigging with it. “ hanging with some girls i’ve never seen before. ” you speak as usual, continuing to groove. “ you used to call me on my cellphone. ”

     Anything the mercenary had expected in response, any form of rebuttal or explanation, never came. Instead, he was doing some form of dance. At least, it seemed like it was supposed to be one. The first word in her mind was atrocious, and Soleil considered herself the worst at dancing in the entire army. Arms folded together as she stared at the man, expression flat, a rarity. Whatever he was saying, she didn’t understand in the slightest, though the feeling of being mocked never left her. 

     ❝Right then. I’m sure that would make a lot more sense to someone who understood what you were saying,❞ Or was it supposed to be singing? She sighed, a finger already tapping against her forearm as her eyes closed for a second, most likely out of sheer disbelief. ❝What is a cellphone supposed to be anyway?❞

[exsoleille]

KIND STRANGER:

What he hears is a regrettably common sentiment in certain countries he’s visited even in his own world. While there are always families and even whole nations who will proudly teach their daughters to fight, it seems the overwhelming sentiment is that there is no need for such a thing outside of noble or royal families.

“I’m sure he’d be proud to see what you’ve learned since then.” He says this confidently without knowing, if only because he himself would be proud of any child who taught themselves to fight. “But there’s only so much you can learn on your own, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. If you truly want to hold your own in battle, at some point you must learn to fight alongside others.”

     His first comment brightens her already present smile. From what she had said, it was safe for anyone to assume that her Father hadn’t yet witnessed her skills. That was untrue, which was why when he continued, Soleil couldn’t help but giggle slightly. A hand slid down to her hip to rest, grin wide.  ❝I never said I didn’t fight with others before!❞   

     Bragging wasn’t something Soleil did, not at all. But she wasn’t bragging right now, was she? No, she was explaining her situation to a curious man who apparently knew a thing or two about swordsmanship.  ❝I was the leader of a mercenary troop a while back! Gathered them together, went around Nohr defending villages from bandits. When your country is in the middle of a war, people like that are pretty common,❞ And it was sickening how they believed they could take what they wished from those who couldn’t defend themselves. ❝Though, before I came here, I actually joined the army itself. My Father is one of the retainers of our Prince, after all.❞