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HC/Meta Masterpost

Below the cut are general HCs I have for Leon, as well as links to any future meta/HC posts!

#{ memories of a hero }#{ blood spilt }

supcrnovae

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#same thing as patty’s rb ))#ill do these in between stuff happening bc tumblr working is so funny ))#{ blood spilt }

and why they ourple?

nabataprophet:

The library in Garreg Mach feels like a veritable endless treasure trove of information and it’s a good place to decompress when she starts to feel overwhelmed by the new surroundings. With most of Garreg Mach busy with missions, there is little chance of running into anyone in the library. Her encounter with Cynthia earlier had been a rare encounter rather than the norm.

They say that lightning does not strike twice, but Sophia has never been particularly lucky.

An unfamiliar man suddenly appears in front of Sophia and she nearly jumps out of her skin. She holds her hands over her wildly hammering heart, eyes wide. There are some days when she wishes her power of precognition were stronger and this is one of those days.

“…I’m sorry,” she says quietly, shuffling out of the way. “I have been told…that I walk quietly. I am not…lost, though. Nor I am…not young enough… to need a guardian.” It’s understandable that he would think that way, even though she’s easily more than twice his age. It’s not as though he’s completely wrong either; she is still young, relatively speaking, just not as young as she looks.

“Are you…looking for a book? I might…be able to help.”

It takes Leon a moment to fully gain his composure. She’s clearly just as startled as he was…he felt a bit bad for raising his voice. “…You don’t have to apologize. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here.” Other than the two of them the library looked abandoned. It made sense that neither of them could have expected this.

“Alright, whatever you say.” She certainly looked young, but he supposes everyone has their secret tricks to beauty and youth.

( Maybe he should ask her what routine she does… )

“Oh, right— I’m looking for a book on Fódlan history or something. I was told that I should learn about the land or whatever before I start teaching. Any ideas where I could find it?”

#{ true of heart }#{ and why they ourple }#{ sophia }

Exploit His Injury (To The Fullest) [ Leon & Pelleas ]

You’ve all faced terrible dangers these past few years, far beyond what normal students and faculty should face during a school semester. So it’s no surprise when the administration announces that admissions have been abysmal this year, in part due to the nobility not wanting to risk their heirs and loved ones to whatever enemies are plaguing the Church. With the school budget in peril, your mission is to put on the best damn open house the Officers Academy has ever seen! Give tours to prospective students and answer their questions, because without their tuitions, your amenities are on the line! And for the faculty, your salaries and research budgets…

@pirrhyc

“…You can’t be serious.”

He buries his face in between his hands with a sigh, making no move to help the student on the ground. They had healers for that anyway.

The school lacking funding was definitely not good for Leon. Though the paycheque never fully mattered to the archer— all he needed was enough to survive— he did enjoy the luxury of having a bed and a room of his own. So he agreed to take part in guiding guests in their tours.

It was miserable.

He had been pelted by questions the entire time, most of which he had no idea how to even begin to answer. The only thing he knew about was the archery unit. When a staff member told him that he would get a partner for his second tour he was praising every god he could possibly think of.

That was until he walked into the faculty office and watched his partner fall over and break his leg. Once the shock had passed he immediately called for a healer and any staff of high authority to find out what to do considering the mishap.

“Alright, so it’s clear Pelleas isn’t going to be able to go on like this— So we are going to exploit his injury to the fullest! I know this is short notice, but we fully believe in your improv and character building skills, and we know that both of you will do an amazing job with this! Thank you— break a leg!”

And then the staff member walks off, leaving the pair to stare at one another.

“How am I meant to exploit this exactly?”

#{ true of heart }#{ pelleas }#{ exploit his injury (to the fullest) }

October Activity Check

Status: Passed!

Points Gained:

Activity Check - Any+1

Allocation: +1 in Bow

Changes:

N/A

#{ blood spilt }#toaactivity

Flops Only [ Open ]

A new archery competition is being held in the training grounds, but there’s a twist: the worst shot wins. That’s right, this is a contest to see who can miss their target the best. Judges will be evaluating performances under three criteria: creativity, (lack of) accuracy, and technique. Do your worst, sharpshooters of Garreg Mach! [Grants Bow +1]

What a stupid competition. He couldn’t understand how there was any sort of challenge-- all you had to do was do poorly on purpose. It was as easy as letting go without even pulling back on the bowstring! Well, at least they were judging on a few other criteria, so it wouldn’t be that easy.

He inspects the bow carefully to see if it had been altered in any way. “Doesn’t look like anyone’s touched it...” The knight muses to himself, slowly aiming it towards the target with a slight tilt. It wasn’t anything crazy, but it was a bit more than your standard shot.

Leon rolls 1d20: 16! Hit!

“...Huh.” The arrow lands in the inner ring without any sign of falling. So much for it being easy to do badly. He turns to the closest contestant with an uneasy smirk, handing them the bow. “Even when I’m trying to fail I’m pretty much perfect! I doubt you’ll be able to beat me, though-- I have more technique in my pinky than most people have in their whole body!”

#{ true of heart }#{ flops only }#toaopen #toa open #i dont know which it is fuck sake ))#this starter kinda flops ))#anyway someone shut him the fuck up ))

[ SHOW OFF ] You, of course, are a brave soul, keen of eye, and have some people to impress. Friends? Crushes? Rivals? You scoff at the mere idea that someone could scare you with some cheap parlor trick and roam about the hallways with crossed arms and plenty of skepticism.

Luke was the bravest, most knightliest knight anyone had ever seen, and he was especially courageous with someone lovely at his side. There was no point in being brave without witnesses, right? He gave Leon a cocky grin before stepping int the haunted corridor.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you from the biggest spiders!" Luke twirled his cape and, stepping in, opened with a cackle.

"HahahAAAAAEIIII!" His laugh turned to a shrill scream as he launched himself backwards. A zombie popped out from the side of the hallway and he backpedaled so badly he bumped back into Leon.

Most things didn’t really scare Leon. Most of his fears revolved around more…abstract concepts. The fear of dying alone, the fear of growing old or becoming ugly…those were much scarier than ghosts and whatever creatures he saw pop up back in Valentia. Even if he did find them frightening, Leon couldn’t see what about being scared was so fun— but if his date companion wanted to prove himself, who was he to deny him the satisfaction?

“My hero,” he says with a chuckle, following Luke inside without pause. Deep down he had a feeling Luke was overcompensating…

…But he was hoping he would last a bit longer than that.

“Hey—!” Leon grabs onto Luke’s arm with a huff, slightly annoyed by being bumped into. It was a shame that Luke could be spooked by something so small (to him, at least), but…even after such a pathetic show Leon felt oddly endeared. He moves to hold onto Luke’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Well then, looks like I get to play the role of the knight today. Just hold onto me if you get scared, alright?”

It was impossible for the archer to hide his smug expression as he turns to face the zombie head on.

#{ true of heart }#{ luke }#toamidsommar2022 #{ luke 02 }

[ JELLYBEAN ] One particular stall catches your eye: piles of little bean-shaped gummies shine in the lantern’s light, all too colorful to ignore. Clover honey, strawberry, peaches… With so many choices, you can’t help but take your time looking over the vendor’s selection.

"Hey there, have a jellybean! The vendor told me these ones are extra fruity, so I'm sure you'll love 'em!"

“…And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” He raises his brow at the student, looking between her and the jellybeans in her hands. While he did love fruit flavoured candies (and just candy in general), her wording made this more concerning than it really had to be. “Augh— fine! But just one.”

#{ true of heart }#{ larcei }#toamidsommar2022 #{ larcei 01 }#THIS ASK SHOULD BE A FUCKINF HATE CRIME ))#GO TO HELL ))

[ SHOP ] The festivities draw merchants from all across the world to sell their wares, but beware: the crowds are ripe for pickpockets, and unscrupulous potion sellers take advantage of anyone who looks confused and gullible.

"...Here..." Sophia presses a small container of bowstring wax into Leon's hands. "My friend...likes this one, so I bought some...for you."

“Huh?”

Their first and only encounter before now had been…odd. She was a weird kid, but she also seemed harmless. After their meeting Leon assumed they wouldn’t have any reason to ever speak again.

And yet here she was handing him a gift.

“…You didn’t have to do that, you know.” He shakes his head and sighs, though he’s unable to hide his smile. “But since you already bought it I have no choice but to accept, right? Here— go pick out anything you want and I’ll buy it for you.”

#{ true of heart }#{ sophia }#{ sophia 01 }#toamidsommar2022 #thats his kid now btw ))

[ DANCE ] While Midsommar traditions began in the Empire and spread gradually across Fódlan, each country has its own Midsommar song and dance around the fire. Follow your house’s traditions, or bring in a little something from home.

"We meet again, mister archer." Ranulf's easy grin is illuminated by the fire, his tail flicking playfully. "How's the night treating you?"

It's ever-so-fun to talk with Leon, is the thing. The lilac-haired beorc is self-assured and a little bit self-absorbed, but not in a bad way. He's fun to tease reactions out of and a worthy partner in conversation or battle--or, perhaps, in this case...

"Care for a dance?"

"What a coincidence, seeing you here kitty cat." He easily returns the other man's grin, licking at his fake fangs. "It's going well-- even better now. I was worried I would be spending the rest of my night all on my own."

...Where did his 'date' go, anyway? Ah, well, it didn't matter. It wasn't anything serious-- who was he to deny himself a bit of fun?

Leon offers Ranulf his hand, waiting expectantly. "Lucky for you I was looking for a partner."

#{ true of heart }#{ ranulf }#{ ranulf 01 }#leon voice: kitten ))#hope i explode ))

[ SHOP ] The festivities draw merchants from all across the world to sell their wares, but beware: the crowds are ripe for pickpockets, and unscrupulous potion sellers take advantage of anyone who looks confused and gullible.

"Mm. That bow you're lookin' at, you sure you can trust it? Don't get me wrong, something that fires a couple extra bolts with each shot sounds nice, but if you want my opinion, it ain't legit. No way the owner of a one-of-a-kind Runaan's Hurricane would part with it for that price, much less at a place like this..."

"...You think I don't know that?" He speaks with a sigh, continuing to inspect the bow as closely as he's been allowed. The merchant seemed anxious when he asked if he could hold it-- and when Leon had requested to test it out before making his purchase he thought the man was about to faint. His refusal was enough for the archer to put the pieces together...though he still found it incredible just how realistic it looked.

"Unless you're just trying to dissuade me so you can buy it yourself. Hmmm...well, you win. It's a bit tacky looking, don't you think? Plus, I don't need to rely on cheap gimmicks. It's all yours, friend."

#{ true of heart }#{ lewyn }#{ lewyn 01 }#not the runaan's hurricane bro ))

theofficersacademy

Midsommar 2022 : Prompts and Memes Part 2

In for a treat, or just getting tricked?

[ COSTUME ] Forgot your demon costume? Vendors have set up stalls in town offering all sorts of accessories to get customers in the Midsommar spirit. Pointed wax teeth are subtle but expensive, but you don’t need a heavy purse to rent out a glittering cape or a fancy hat. With the damage fines this high, you better be careful not to get them dirty!

[ FORTUNE ] An old witch sits in the shadows of the alley, claiming that she can speak to the dead. She beckons all who pass by to visit her.

[ PERFORMANCE ] This is a festival for street performers! Everywhere you go in Garreg Mach, you’re bound to find some sort of show - from puppet theater to firebreathing and tests of strength and skill. Stop to marvel at Fódlan’s talent, or maybe try showing off your own!

[ SCARE ] Many of the children that run past you are dressed in strange costumes, pretending to be all sorts of characters. Witches, animals, scarecrows… even some of your classmates are showing off sharp false teeth and glittering capes. Costumes like these are part of the festival spirit this time of year!

[ SECRET ] While the festival is supposed to be family-friendly, and indeed more children than usual run through the streets, you catch wind of a tavern in some forgotten alley of the town where one can go for some “adult” entertainment. Like wine tasting. Just wine tasting. (don’t tell the clergy).

[ CARVING ] With the spring harvest comes an abundance of turnips. So many that merchants have brought them to Garreg Mach by the bushel to sell them for Midsommar. Once believed to ward demons and other monsters away if one carved a face into them, the turnip carving tradition is now little more than a fun activity for children to do with their parents.

Food stalls crowd the town square, visitors hawking sweet and savory snacks…

[ PIES ] Spiced meat pies or delicate strawberry pies? Pick one and dig in at this bustling pie stall! The owners have a special challenge, if you choose to accept: any brave soul that can scarf down twenty of these delicious pies will receive a very special prize!

[ JELLYBEAN ] One particular stall catches your eye: piles of little bean-shaped gummies shine in the lantern’s light, all too colorful to ignore. Clover honey, strawberry, peaches… With so many choices, you can’t help but take your time looking over the vendor’s selection. Strangely, he nods and gives you a knowing look. “Ah, I see. We have the same… interests, do we?” From below the table, the vendor pulls out a heavy wooden box, opening it to reveal an array of jellybeans. While they are as colorful and delectable as the ones on the table, their labels are more than a little troubling. Sweaty socks? Essence of skunk? “Excellent for tricks… though you didn’t get these from me.”

The return of the Magic Club’s special haunted corridors!

[ SHOW OFF ] You, of course, are a brave soul, keen of eye, and have some people to impress. Friends? Crushes? Rivals? You scoff at the mere idea that someone could scare you with some cheap parlor trick and roam about the hallways with crossed arms and plenty of skepticism.

[ SCREAM ] All your friends are gone–dead, probably, when you remember their terrified screams as they thrashed against the firm grip of a bloody butcher with a rabbit mask. You also remember the way the cleaver glinted in the cold light. Your feet pound against the tile as you flee from your pursuer, the butcher’s twin with a chicken’s face and an even bigger knife. You trip, fall, get back up again. You trip, fall–why the hell are you falling so much? A “corpse” springs to life in front of your path, but a solid punch sends them reeling. You don’t look back. All you can do is scream, and run.

#{ blood spilt }

A Knight Out [Leon & Luke]

lukendary:

A lot of times on dates when (Luke could get them), he’d find himself spending the whole time trying to figure out who was spending the night where, and throwing in his biased opinion on the matter between flirts and bragging about his mad skillz. Now, with Leon, their conversation was surprisingly… normal? It was about each other, an easy give and take they built together.

Note to self: talk to hot people like people.

“Hard to believe, isn’t it? I gotta admit I like being where the action is.” Retiring seemed laughable, but he’d really had enough of warring. It was bloody, serious, and if he dug any deeper into his feelings about it he might find a bit more than a flippant “not fun” in there, like maybe traumatizing and awful. “As for my aspirations in life, I’ve always just wanted to be me, Luke. A professional lovable rascal, maybe. I dunno. I always found it hard to work for hours a day doing something I didn’t care about. There is one thing going for the whole knight thing: I could save some of my friends’ bacon. Maybe all the drudgery of training paid off somewhere.” It was a purpose. Luke was usually allergic to purpose, but he could handle it in small doses without going into shock. “I bounced once all the post war work started. Sounds bad of me, but hey, I’m back!”

Luke had to stop himself from blurting out cute at Leon’s soft gasp and then returned hand hold. He looked to Leon for a moment and let himself answer Leon’s statement with a smug upturn of his lips. It did occur to him that it was sort of surprising Leon was single, but then again, Luke was also single… so.

“Well, then it’s fate that led the most beautiful Valentian knight and the most handsome Altean knight to this very spot-” Luke checked the name of the little restaurant. “The Wyvern’s Roost. Smells pretty good out here, too.” Whatever they served, it smelled savory.

Luke was a laid back guy, but he had some sense of manners. He stepped forward to open the door and held it for Leon. “Handsomest archers first.”

Leon listens quietly as Luke tells him about what he wants to be and feelings towards being a knight…and work in general. “I don’t think it sounds bad— I get where you’re coming from…” War was hell, and though he wants to say it was only because of the sleepless nights causing bags under his eyes and the stress giving him wrinkles, there was much more to it than that. “I never cared if I died during a battle or not— in fact, the more glorious the better— but there’s nothing more heartbreaking than losing someone you know to someone else’s senseless war.”

Some would consider this a bit of a downer to talk about on a date, but Leon found it to be nice. There was no need to pretend, not when they both sharer a similar experience. “If it means anything, I think you’re doing a pretty good job at being ‘Luke’.” He says with a slight chuckle, trying not to think of how empty his hand now felt without Luke’s to hold. ‘He’s just holding the door open. Don’t be such a drama queen…’

“Mm…the most handsome you’ll ever see, I’m sure.” Leon enters the building, waiting just passed the doorway for Luke to join him. He holds his hand out, trying to make it subtle enough so he doesn’t look too needy. “I’ll be honest— I’ve never been to this place before, but I guess my instincts are never wrong.” It was pretty nice on the inside. Though it was nothing fancy, it felt cozy and…quaint.

#{ true of heart }#{ luke }#{ a knight out }#this is short mb ))

SHOP ⋆

The tactics often used by merchants left a bitter taste on Leon’s tongue, which was perhaps why he had never been cut out for a merchant’s life. He preferred that the beauty of his wares sold themselves rather than pushing their usefulness down the throats of potential customers.

He moved through the crowd as best as he could, avoiding bumping into anyone and having to cough out an apology even though they were likely the one not paying attention. Losing himself in his hypothetical scenario, the knight pauses when he notices a commotion taking place at one of the booths.

There’s a young lady standing at the counter, a set of hairpins getting snatched out of her hands by the merchant as he goes on and on about how she hadn’t given him enough money for the sale to be final. If he had to guess the man likely didn’t divulge the price of the full set, but rather for one pin on its own.

…It would look bad if he did nothing to help now, wouldn’t it?

“Here.” He places a sachet of gold down, interrupting the man who had practically been screeching. No better than a toddler throwing a tantrum until he got what he want. “That should be enough, so give her the pins and we won’t be bothering you any longer.”

Leon is the first to turn around and leave, not giving the other man a chance to say anything in retaliation. He knows better than to give a scummy merchant a chance to speak. “They’ll really just take advantage of anyone.” He turns to Sakura, sighing with a shrug. “No need to repay me— anything to stop his yelling. There’s nothing more embarrassing than a grown man acting like that.“ Not to mention she seemed like a very nice, agreeable young woman. If she said yes and just paid whatever he asked, he would have certainly kept raising it.

#{ true of heart }#{ sakura }#{ sakura 01 }#toamidsommar2022 #i hope this is alright!! ))

[ PAIR UP ] Single people get dressed up and paired off with other single people, this is the season of love and baby animals and the older adults won’t tolerate a humbug Singleton. If you already have a special someone, then dive right into the singing and dancing together!

Was he being a little presumptuous, acting like they were a couple? Sure, he could go and mingle with some singles, but he'd made a beeline for Leon. Luke sided up alongside Leon, knowing smirk showing off his fangs. Their costumes were matching, at least. Luke had gone for a dark green ensemble complete with a flowing cloak, the main giveaway of his vampire costume being the fangs he'd slid on over his own canines.

"If we don't dance, those witches over there might curse us." Luke took Leon's hand, spinning around so he faced Leon as he nodded to a few other costumed festival goers. "So, whaddya say? We can get a bite later."

It was a bit frustrating not knowing what they were exactly, but Leon was at least thankful to not be spending his time alone at the festival. They had even picked out matching costumes, the archer trying his best to resemble a graceful yet haunting silhouette. He had a similar pair of fangs with small smudges of fake blood on them and the corner of his mouth.

“Very funny,” he says with a chuckle, rolling his eyes as he looks over to the witches watching them from a distance. “I’m not particularly scared of curses, but I wouldn’t say no to a dance.” He laces his fingers in between Luke’s, his other hand finding it’s place on the taller knight’s waist. “You’re just full of jokes today, aren’t you? Buuuut…I am starting to get hungry. Anything in particular you’re hungry for, big guy?”

#{ true of heart }#{ luke }#{ luke 01 }#toamidsommar2022

unmasqued

Occam’s Razor { Leon & Gerome

For reasons unknown to anyone else, a mother wyvern has rejected her newborn wyvern and refuses to care for it. The task is now up to some brave volunteers to acquire a friend for life… or the scars. [Grants Flying +1]

Occam’s Razor—the principle of parsimony to some— attests that the simplest theory is the most probable. Less is more. He could surmise an immeasurable sum of reasons as to why a mother would abandon her child, but his head was rightfully affixed where his heart was not. (it felt like an emotional slight for the mother to have been a wyvern, no less.) Gerome presumed the mother had no other choice. (’no other choice’ was the easiest answer he could have given, for the world’s most difficult question.)

Was it really so easy for a mother forgo her own heart?

“I’ll handle it on my own, Leon. I’ve no need for tag-alongs.” Gerome refused a proper address for the man who was evidently a knight’s instructor, and did not spare the man an afterthought of an afterthought. To him, everyone was a liability, everyone had good intentions. There was a Paris for every Juliet. “Wyvern handling shouldn’t be ascribed to volunteers. It’s not a task for anyone.”

After much squabble with the other staff, for one inane reason after another, Gerome conceded to taking Leon aback Minerva to the designated spotting site. Young wyvern, bereft of a pack, would likely stray from the site before long, so they had to make it there before it flew rampant elsewhere. His voice buffered over the headwinds, perfect indifference dripping from nearly every syllable that fell from his mouth. “Better you than the rest of them, I suppose. Just stay out of my way, won’t you?”

His mother had a couple of scars taming Minerva, herself. He’d never admit it, clasping Minerva’s reins affectionately, but he hardly wanted anyone else to shed blood over a child, scared and alone. Landing quietly in a dry ravine, he signaled Minerva to stay obscured behind a bough of creosote bushes. In a renewal of conviction, Gerome began to walk off on his own, towards the watering hole that surfaced at the ravine’s core.

@hyacinthinegrace - he cares in his own way, I suppose

hyacinthinegrace

It would have been much easier to just let the student take care of this himself. Leon didn’t know the first thing when it came to wyvern caring-- no one in the army had a wyvern as far as he could remember. Gerome would’ve been fine on his own, but the academy insisted that he at least shadow him as he handled the baby wyvern. Maybe he’s learn a thing or two from this, though he doubts he’d retain any of this information.

“I know you can, but boss lady wouldn’t be very happy with me if I didn’t at least supervise.” He makes sure to stand quite a distance away as they walked to wherever the baby wyvern was waiting for them. “Oh, don’t worry about me— I have no plans on getting in the way. I’ve heard wyverns have quite the temper, and I’d like to avoid any injuries if possible.”

It was sad to think about the poor baby who had been abandoned by it’s mother. He had always been under the impression that a mother’s love for it’s child was unconditional…but even animals could be cruel it seemed. “Does this happen often? The ‘whole mother wyvern rejecting her young’ thing? Seems pretty harsh, don’t you think!” Based on how Gerome spoke normally Leon could assume he wasn’t the type for smalltalk, but he had to fill the silence somehow. At least it would be a topic the rider would care about.

#{ true of heart }#{ occam's razor }#{ gerome }#im so sorry this took so long!! ))#and that it usnt very long oops ))

theofficersacademy

Midsommar 2022 : Prompts and Memes Part 1

The sun begins its evening descent, bathing the sky in hues of pale yellow and gold. After a long day of collecting firewood and arranging the burning piles, your hard work is finally rewarded with the sight of a festival truly coming together. Merchants set up their wares and prepare their treats, filling the air with fragrant smoke and the warm scent of fried sweets.

Priests strike matches over each of your wood piles. Fires burns brightly. ‘tis the beginning of Midsommar!

The bonfires are burning….

[ ROAST ] Food over the fires, from meats to marshmallows. Each house has their own representative bonfire, and each fire has a large pot with their representative soup. Add something to it or try out what your classmates have been cooking.

[ EAGLES SOUP ] Black Eagles: Thick goulash, hearty, enough to feed a thousand soldiers. “Thousand Soldiers’ Soup” made with dried ingredients and reconstituted on the roads

[ LIONS SOUP ] Blue Lions: White fish, leeks, potatoes, heavy cream, keeps you nice and warm.

[ DEER SOUP ] Golden Deer: Broad beans, spiced sausages, seasonal vegetables, red hot with paprika imported from Dagda.

[ DANCE ] While Midsommar traditions began in the Empire and spread gradually across Fódlan, each country has its own Midsommar song and dance around the fire. Follow your house’s traditions, or bring in a little something from home.

[ BURN ] Burn different plants as offerings to the Goddess. Herbs and powders are sold by local vendors to change the scent and color of the smoke.

[ LEAP ] All around the hills outside of town, the people of Fódlan light bonfires to scare away evil spirits. Leaping over them is said to bring good luck, and many challenge each other to see who can jump the highest. Young couples link hands and try to jump together, hoping for prosperity in the year to come.

[ TELL ] Share stories around the fire. Lately, children have made a game out of whispering a story into their friend’s ear, who has to retell the story to the best of their ability to their friend, and so on. When the story finally reaches the end of the “convoy,” it’s often a completely new story.

[ TASTE ] Away from the noise of the festivities, the Chefs of the Round Table (the cooking club) has set up a mostly-private bonfire to test out some of their new creations. Their latest masterpiece? Something called a “marsh mallow,” a recipe from the Sreng region sweetened with vanilla and sugar. It’s supposedly delicious when toasted over a fire…

The Garland Moon begins…

[ CROWN ] Make a flower crown, or bestow one upon another.

[ GARLAND ] The Garland Moon is upon Fódlan, and garlands are being strung up all around Garreg Mach. Among the shop stalls selling handmade trinkets and knickknacks are florists with the last of the spring flowers, already woven and made into garlands and corsages. This may be your last chance to confess to your special someone before the season changes!

[ PAIR UP ] Single people get dressed up and paired off with other single people, this is the season of love and baby animals and the older adults won’t tolerate a humbug Singleton. If you already have a special someone, then dive right into the singing and dancing together!

[ SHOP ] The festivities draw merchants from all across the world to sell their wares, but beware: the crowds are ripe for pickpockets, and unscrupulous potion sellers take advantage of anyone who looks confused and gullible.

[ MUSIC ] There is no shortage of music or food. Join in with hymns around the cathedral, find the bards singing old folktales by the river, or try to swipe as many free samples as you can in the market.

#{ blood spilt }

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