❖ Bravery Blooms in Adversity

Mobile Links - { ✧ } - ✧ // An absentminded, klutzy Shepherd with a shocking lack of self-worth. However, she exhibits one-of-a-kind talent when it comes to working with animals. The best at tripping over nothing. "You can learn a lot about this world from a pegasus's back. I see new things every day." - { ✧ } - { Sumia @ Shield of Seals }

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"Oh, right. Of course! What a silly assumption," Sumia nodded and gingerly took the gourd from Severa. The look of concern on Sumia's face wasn't exactly leaving, but she felt at least somewhat reassured that no one was avoiding her; assuming Severa's words were ones to be trusted.

"So then! What was next on your list of things to see? I'd been meaning to try my hand at the pie baking competition, but..." She laughed hesitantly before continuing her statement, "I'm not sure how well I'd do. From what I've had so far, this town's bakers are fairly talented."

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"That's good to know! I'll be sure to enjoy my slice as well then," She offers Severa another smile, and takes a bite of her own slice of pie. It didn't take her long to finish her own slice either, and after mentally noting the things she could taste in the pie, Sumia turned her gaze back to the things in Severa's grasp. Her spoils were odd and varied-- some necklaces, a gourd, a doll, and a few other spoils Sumia didn't look at long enough to fully register-- nothing that really seemed like anything of lasting interest to the mercenary. One thing Sumia did note though, was that her young friend really did seem to have a lot on her hands.

"If you'd like any help, I'd be happy to carry a few things with you back to camp! I'm sure you've still got plenty of other things to do in town before going back, but I've been wandering by myself for quite a while now... For some reason, I've had quite a hard time locating anyone else. The others have managed to evade me very efficiently," A concerned look spread itself across Sumia's features, and she couldn't help but worry that her friends were avoiding her. At the very least, she wasn't being avoided by everyone, and Severa's appearance proved it.

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New Beginnings ;; Open Festival Starter!

As it happened, the Shepherds had recently found themselves in a town celebrating its annual harvest festival. Everything about this provincial town reminded Sumia of her own hometown; it was almost bittersweet how much it reminded her of her childhood. She gazed at the various stalls set up as she wandered through town, nostalgia twinkling in her eyes as she eyed some of the hand-crafted jewelry and various autumn-themed goodies.

After stopping to look over the goods of a few more stalls, Sumia found herself faced with a small bakery. She recalled that the bakery in her own hometown was renowned for its pies, and couldn’t stop herself from going in and purchasing a couple of slices. She figured she could give the other slice to one of her fellow Shepherds if she happened to meet one on her way back to the camp, or if she really wanted to recreate the pie later, she could use the second slice as a taste test.

But, as fate would have it, the moment Sumia started to bring the first slice of pie to her lips, she tripped over herself and landed face first on the ground.

“OUCH!”

She let out a sigh as the initial shock of her fall subsided, and slowly began to pick herself up. Sumia was at least glad she hadn’t dropped or ruined the slices of pie she’d purchased, but gods be damned if she wasn’t going to have a hard time getting up without help.

“It figures I’d do something so clumsy…”

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The festival is bustling. The scents wafting through the village battle almost as heatedly as the Shepherds would against a pack of Risen; the smell of roasting meats with baking breads, candied sweets and salted treats… it should be disgusting, but even Severa can’t find it in herself to be disgruntled. This sort of thing had been almost impossible in the future, and it wasn’t as though Severa had time during her wandering to indulge herself in festivals like this.

Hence, the mindboggling amount of stuff piling up in her arms. Severa wants to commemorate her first festival in, well, forever! She’s not stopping until she’s gotten something from each and every stand in this village. A trio of necklaces dangle from her wrist, tangled up with the leg of a doll she’d won from some bottle smashing contest or another. A butternut squash sits in the crook of her arm, and for once, Severa is glad that she has the muscle to carry all her spoils. This is just the beginning! Just wait till she hits the clothing– Severa stumbles. The squash almost goes flying, but Severa’s still got one free hand; all that practice had to pay off eventually. “Oh, no you don’t! Got ya!” But what she doesn’t get is why someone would be laying on the ground during a festival. Did someone get sloshed already? Severa rearranges her things and bends to get a better look at the roadblock. It’s… Sumia! She blinks fast, then sighs. “Of course it’d be you. Like mother, like daughter.”  When Sumia doesn’t get up, Severa reaches out for her. “Are you stuck? Do you need a hand or something?”

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Sumia grumbled something about really needing to purchase some new boots as her best friend’s future daughter offered her hand in assistance. After taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she takes Severa’s hand and pulls herself off the ground.

“Gods... Thank you for your help, Severa. If you hadn’t come by, I’m sure I would have been down there for a while. You happened to be in the right place at the right time. I suppose that’s one of a few things you and your mother have in common...” Sumia chuckled to herself, reminiscing over all the times Cordelia had shown up at just the right moments. She trailed off as she looked over her best friend’s daughter curiously. Severa really seemed like she was getting into the festival spirit, but Sumia knew better than to comment on it. In the time that she’d known Severa, she’d proven herself to be much like her mother when they were in the Academy together; which is to say defensive and accusatory.

“Well, in any case, thank you again for your help, Severa. Here, take one of these two slices of pie! They aren’t dirty or anything, and they seem popular enough. I can’t offer much personal insight on how they taste though, considering I’d managed to trip over myself before I got to sample it myself.”

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New Beginnings ;; Open Festival Starter!

As it happened, the Shepherds had recently found themselves in a town celebrating its annual harvest festival. Everything about this provincial town reminded Sumia of her own hometown; it was almost bittersweet how much it reminded her of her childhood. She gazed at the various stalls set up as she wandered through town, nostalgia twinkling in her eyes as she eyed some of the hand-crafted jewelry and various autumn-themed goodies.

After stopping to look over the goods of a few more stalls, Sumia found herself faced with a small bakery. She recalled that the bakery in her own hometown was renowned for its pies, and couldn’t stop herself from going in and purchasing a couple of slices. She figured she could give the other slice to one of her fellow Shepherds if she happened to meet one on her way back to the camp, or if she really wanted to recreate the pie later, she could use the second slice as a taste test.

But, as fate would have it, the moment Sumia started to bring the first slice of pie to her lips, she tripped over herself and landed face first on the ground.

“OUCH!”

She let out a sigh as the initial shock of her fall subsided, and slowly began to pick herself up. Sumia was at least glad she hadn’t dropped or ruined the slices of pie she’d purchased, but gods be damned if she wasn’t going to have a hard time getting up without help.

“It figures I’d do something so clumsy...”