I felt like I should explain
myself a little bit here under
the cut !! :: while I dearly enjoy
fleshing out Felicia, and
interacting with everyone is
so so much fun!!, I feel very
pressured to be ‘the best Felicia’
in the community or be ignored.
There is a lot of quiet elitism in
this community -- it is one that
is very friendly!, but one that also
greatly prides itself on quality, I feel.
For someone with no skill such as
myself, it makes every reply and
icon and breath on the blog v stressful.
I want to come on to feel like I am
having a good time and laughing
with my friends, not like I am a lesser
person for having a lesser blog.
I want to feel good!, and make
others happy with my interpretation!,
and I haven’t felt that way for many
many months now.
Once I am in a better state of mind,
I may pick Felicia up again, but as of
right now that does not seem possible.
There are a bunch of me out there, in
terms of muse, and you’ll find someone
that’s gonna make you smile and
laugh and anticipate every thread with
bated breath!!!! I want that for everyone
in the FE community sm sm sm !! : D
But that is not me.
It was nice getting to know
everyone!, and I do hope,
deep down, that I come back
with better writing and quality
for all to enjoy !
Thank you for having me !
headcanon #7 (a huge WIP -- feel free to reply with your own HCs!)
Staffs work in complicated ways, particularly healing staffs (referred to as ‘staves’ for clarification between offensive and non).
To an extent, staves can heal the body at an incredibly rapid pace. If a body is ill, a stave may have the ability to alleviate the symptom or get rid of it entirely. However, this is dependent on the sickness’ power to mutate / reproduce -- if it is an illness that can do so very quickly (i.e. the common cold) there is very little chance of it being cured by stave. Tonics can be used as medicine instead, as solidified with Midoriko’s affinity for creating concoctions that help peoples’ body naturally heal / become immune to infection or sickness.
( Illnesses that have a slow rate of production and mutation in the body may be able to be eradicated from the body, as they would have little chance of resistance.
Staves that have the potential to heal sickness have their effects bleed in over time -- there is a faster recovery period than to naturally allow your body to fight it off, but it is still slower than an instantaneous heal-and-go. This explains nobles and soldiers that have died from illness despite being meticulously tended to, and the sickness’ mutation / reproduction being essential to success.
Staves also have the ‘hand sanitiser’ effect: it may get rid of 99% or so of the illness, but stronger parts of it -- the 1% -- may stay in your body and develop an immunity to the healing magic found in staves, making them more deadly than if you hadn’t used a stave. This is especially true for beasts and people with power -- the Wind / Flame / Ice Tribe, namely, have magic in them, so there is a chance their body is already immune to different kinds of magic. )
Staves are unable to cure heavy disease, and (for the most part; will be touched on later**) cannot heal someone on the brink of death. There are multiple instances in Fates where people are dying, and a healer either 1) vainly tries to cast a failing spell, or 2) finds a non-stave way to save their comrade. When Elise / Takumi is inflicted with their life-threatening illness, the first thought is to find shelter and tend to them somewhere, not to lay them on the ground and have Sakura / Felicia / etc. cast a Mend. It is possible that, like with the smaller window of opportunity presented when healing sickness, there may be a way to cure disease, but it would be very very rare to accomplish. Only an astonishingly powerful mage may have that ability, and it would take a heavy toll on them if attempted.
** ( The exception to this rule is the Bifröst stave, which heals the body at such a rapid pace the healed soldier is usually able to return to battle. This is a double-edged blade, despite its miraculous effects: it leaves the healee’s body VERY weak from the effort it takes to regenerate all of those skin / muscle / etc. cells, and has been known to overlook more ‘minor’ injuries like hairline fissures in bone, or dislocation of joints.
There is also a higher percentage of muscle and skin scarring using a Bifröst stave than another other stave known to healers, because of its super-speedy and super-strong recovery rate. This is especially detrimental to dancers, songstresses, and ninja, as they rely very heavily on hyper-mobility in their joints and muscles to adequately perform their skills.
The skin healed by Bifröst is usually very tender, and may appear nearly translucent at first. Until more layers of skin cells are created, this skin layer is incredibly delicate. It is not uncommon to see ‘healed areas’ of skin afflicted by more shallow cuts suddenly burst open again, only to heal over once more by the potency of the magic, but this is usually caused by more serious injuries like second- to third-degree burns and slices to bone.
It is highly suggested by healing professionals to seek additional assistance after being cast with the Bifröst stave, and may not be safe to use alone. It is a very powerful stave that should only be used in emergency situations, with dangerous side-effects long-term if not properly cast and treated. Only a trained master of the staff -- S in rank -- should attempt using Bifröst.
It is recommended to use numbing tonics, a Mend / Heal staff, and several vulneraries / concoctions alongside it. Supervision is always required when casting stave spells, but especially with Bifröst. )
Staves can heal broken bone, but the procedure is very risky. As staves automatically begin mending skin and muscle cells, there is a large risk of scarring (raised skin may stay puckered out, for example). The bone also has a high rate of healing, which can result in a large problem if the bone is not properly set in time. This has happened many a time on the battlefield, to which the healer would have to 1) re-break the bone to try and set it again, or 2) leave it as-is and possibly handicap the soldier who had been cast on.
Some tonics can be used as anti-scarring remedies, but only when the healing magic is still in effect. Those salves are usually very expensive, and reserved for royalty and / or highly-esteemed individuals. This may include important dancers and songstresses, if also soldiers (see: Azura, or Awakening’s Olivia).
If healed with a stave, it is best to avoid having foreign objects in the body. While it is safest to keep a foreign object embedded in the body for as long as one is able to, to avoid blood loss, it is pertinent to have those foreign objects removed just before using a stave to assure it does not become stuck in the healee’s body. Some examples of foreign objects include: arrows / arrow heads, glass, wood (from splinter or shattered wooden weapon), etc.
The skin and muscle pierced by the foreign object heals at a fast enough rate to slow the loss of blood, but if the wound is in a fatal area it may not work in time. It is not rare to see someone bleed out in a healer’s arms. If someone has a foreign object removed from the body, it is recommended to have more than one healer (at least two) hone in on the inflicted person -- one should cast, and at least one other person should apply pressure on the gaping wounds while they close up.
Kilma’s love for his daughters was very large, but so was his love for his land and people. After years of hardship, an arrangement was made with Nohr to loosen their reign of terror on the Ice Tribe.
The true specifics were kept from the villagers, but some knowledge had to be publicly released for sake of transparency: Nohrian soldiers would continue to keep an eye on the population, and would not hesitate to subdue them if thoughts of a rebellion reached their ears; if drafting was necessary for Nohrian battle then the country had permission to select warriors from the Tribe; a fraction of total revenue the tribe collected was to be ‘willingly donated’ to Nohrian-related funds, lest protection of the villagers ‘slipped’.
It was looser than the headlock Nohr had on the Ice Tribe before, but it was still a prison.
In order to sate the need for stricter enforcement, Kilma sacrificed his most powerful soldiers to King Garon, allowing the monarch to do what he pleased with them. As a reward for proving loyalties, more autonomy would be given to the tribespeople and their leader, as well as (possibly) lessening the number of potentially drafted civilians during the war.
Felicia and Flora were two members of the selected group.
( They were assigned to Lord Kamui / Lady Corrin as their retainers due to the duo’s monstrous skill; if they were any less trained, there is a chance King Garon would have used them as front-line bait. )
【 ♔ 】┆ LILAC BROWS FURROWED WITH RUBY RED LIPS PURSED, despondency && cafard gliding against the atmosphere of the rose-filled garden.
❛ felicia.. i’ve known you for years. i’m bound to find out what’s causing you to be so amiss- so.. melancholic. ❜ distress-laced words slipping past her plump lips as a soft whisper— the malig knight put an armor-swathed hand on the pink-haired maid’s shoulder, her lavender locks framing against her tense velvet-clad shoulders.
❛ darling.. you know you can TRUST me with these sort of dilemmas.. ❜ voice soft && faint ( yet tongue dipped within burning desolation && disquiet ), the taller woman inched closer towards the Tribal-born girl— tongue clicking as a shaky sigh slipped past her crimson-painted lips like a inaudible melody. ‘ be HONEST with me, felicia.. is it because of what happened to.. ah.. because of what happened between you and flora ? ‘
Suspicion melts from frigid bone, s c a l d i n g goose-fleshed skin. The room burns, white-hot; when she blinks, her foot is leaning on an icicle. She quickly crushes it beneath her sole, hoping the crunch of ice is eclipsed by the plushness of the foliage. The cold crawling of slush is quick to fill her throat, her stomach, churning in the recesses of her body. It makes it difficult to speak, when she is drowning from the inside out.
( Felicia gulps. The sound is clearly audible. She hopes Lady Camilla will ignore it, but the other was known for her perception. )
‘ It’s... It’s... ’
A FLASH -- Flora’s arms crossed to her chest, the whip-crack of glass freezing and shattering, Jakob’s footsteps rushing to the kitchen, the sound of her sister’s curses to the roof over their heads -- and Felicia looks to the noblewoman.
‘ It’s nothing I can’t
handle, milady! ‘
She stares at the tea she just prepared.
Felicia wondered just how much Lady Camilla knew of Flora’s insubordinate outburst and the punishment that would be doled to all if her knowledge was plentiful.
' In families there are no crimes beyond forgiveness. '
here, she seems wise – wiser than the quiet, clumsy girl who had been his companion lately. standing by his side in the garden of shirasagi castle, it seems easy to forget who she is. her hair is unbound – it catches the starlight in the open courtyard, and ryouma finds himself staring at the strawberry shade of her hair.
here, it is easy to forget she is a maid and he is a king. here, they stand in twin heartaches, a sister with ashes under her fingernails and a brother with too many scarred regrets.
here, the still-bleeding wound of a stolen sibling. there, the stinging scar of a sister forced into a warrior’s shell. here, the rot of a brother cast into his shadow. there, a sister forced to grow in adversity.
between them both, the legacy of a father with too much pride and too much heart.
here, he reaches for her hand and curls his fingers with hers. there is understanding in his silence.
She had stumbled and frankly, fallen right into Kaze's arms - his embrace being the one thing from stopping her from plummeting to the ground. Apologies followed soon after but he simply replied: "No, it is not a problem at all. If I had the chance to catch you every time you fell, I would."
Frantic pleas for forgiveness flew from unbidden lips. Freshly-washed pillows built vain fortress, surrounding the two allies. Gathering fresh dust from afternoon stragglers’ boot-prints, Felicia knew she would have to spend the night whacking the pile until they shone pearly white. Another ‘sorry’ perched on the tip of her tongue – a fledgling bird with wet wings and great expectation on its back – was quickly swallowed. Kaze spoke, and she was still. (For someone whose affinity was ice, the burn that emblazoned her face was anything but chilled.)
‘ I-I wouldn’t say that, if I were you! ’
Breakfast, preparation, meat and eggs – eggs, eggs, she was scrambled, clambering about to sort meaning into expression. Kaze’s smile was reassuring and calm, while she exuded the opposite of his innate poise. Her grip tightened on his arms for a fraction, soon l o o s e n i n g as Felicia finally formulated proper sentence.
‘ I-I, well, I… I fall a lot…!! You’d be too busy catching me to do a thing for yourself! ’
A nervous titter shook her chest.( Was the room getting hotter, or was that just her? )
A cup is slid across the counter. The moon hangs over the dimly lit mess hall, large and silent and swollen. There is silence, near-impenetrable. Pointed heels click on the floor and it is shattered, but the maid is used to breaking things. Graceless hands balance a spoon of cream and cube of sugar of sugar in their grip.
' You've been sitting here
for a while, Nyx... Here,
this'll warm you right up! '
She hovers over the drink, an unspoken request for permission tied between the two. It is quiet again.
He took the crates from her arms - and he had to admit that Felicia was definitely much stronger than she looked, as he probably would’ve struggled with all this weight. ( Everybody knew he was a slimmer man than his brother though. )
“ Well enough. ” He replied. “ All I’ve done was train so far - nothing too exciting, I’m afraid. How was your day? I’m sure it was more eventful than mine. ”
' Oh, I wouldn’t call it “more
exciting”... I just helped
Jakob around the smithy!
It was pretty busy, but
I think I learned a lot! ’
There was a b o u n c e in her step as Felicia thought back on the events that had transpired, prior to her arrival in the market. It wasn’t difficult, really -- back in the tribe they would sharpen their weaponry by hand with stones and diamond! -- and her colleague even had a lukewarm word to throw in! The day had passed with little to no strain, and it was then she realised just how eased she felt.
Smoking cookies crumble on a shining plate. The smell of char darkens the air around the two girls, permeating victimised nostrils. Felicia coughs, waving her hand around her face to dissipate the cloud surrounding the unfortunate duo.
‘ O-Okay… Maybe you’re right… I don’t think these’ll work at all…! ’
