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lunatenais - a closed & affiliated rp blog for eirika from fire emblem: sacred stones. black eagles student at the officer's academy. written by eleven/emil.
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of the wayward
[assessing Gronder Field]
Azura has heard the rumors of the legendary Gronder battle. Such a field surely holds enormous power within. But that's not the only stories that are being told. Reports have come into the monastery that strange monsters are roaming the grounds. Unless they are defeated, the mock battle will not be able to take place. The songstress has only been here a short while but she wants to do whatever she can to help out. Even an Abyss resident can contribute, right?
Participating in the battle would be another issue. But that's for tomorrow to figure out. After scoping out the situation it a bit, apparently, a group of students and faculty were already heading to Gronder to assess the situation. She had to go. Her first life left her powerless. This time it was the moment to seize action. Azura grabbed her staff and headed to the monastery gates.
A small crowd gathered in front of the gates. Helping out was one thing, talking to others was another. It wasn't that she couldn't, but the songstress preferred to not make any strong connections while she was here. Well, they still needed to team up..... Glancing left and right, everybody appeared occupied. Azura turned around to double-check - maybe there was someone else without a partner - and a flush of azure hair met her eyes. That poise, that elegance, that dignity - there was no way this girl wasn't nobility. At any rate, there were only so many choices left....
Azura stepped forward to the girl and smiled. "My name is Azura. Shall we team up?"
@lunatenais
Eirika was certainly not one to have a hard time making friends or connections, but...it seemed as if everyone knew each other already. It couldn't be helped, so long as one other person was left without a partner it would be fine. She would make the most of it.
She's quick to notice another woman looking in her direction, giving her a small smile and a wave. "Hello there. It's lovely to meet you, Azura." It seemed only the two of them remained, so it would be quite foolish to let this opportunity go. "I would be thankful, honestly. For a moment I was starting to believe I would be on my own."
Her attention is turned towards the field. "I wonder why they've sent so many of us to scout...it seems rather uneventful, would you not say?" Perhaps there was some trouble here before in the past, though she still had much to learn when it came to the past of Fodlan. "Well then, shall we?"
everything stays, but it still changes
There had been little time to speak with his sister since her arrival. He'd greeted her then, they'd spoken about the state of the monastery and of Renais, and then the mock battle had taken place. One thing after another had delayed them but now they could take a moment and just breathe.
It wasn't as if he had been completely out of contact with her though. Before the monastery's fall, he had made it a point to write. The letters were sent alongside missives meant for all the kingly duties he still handled from far away.
Mostly he wrote to let her know that everything was alright, but often the letters included colorful commentary about the missives he'd sent (ranging from 'if there are more land disputes, remind them that our country was at war not that long ago.' to 'Even leagues away they manage to hound me about an engagement.'). But it was different to see her in person.
It also allowed him to give her something he'd been holding onto, something he now held behind his back as he approaches her door and raps his knuckles upon it. When it opens, she's met with his smile.
"I'm not intruding, am I?"
@lunatenais !!
As she has only just returned, Eirika could not say she expected anyone else to be on the other side of her door. While she has spent time away from her brother before, she finds it never grows easier. Letters do little to fill the whole in her heart, though it was at least nice to keep up. She even brought them with her to read on the boat ride to Fodlan.
She had just returned from a class, preparing her desk to get ahead of her school work when Ephraim knocks. It didn't matter what she had been doing-- no matter how busy she was, she would always make time for her beloved brother.
Her smile brightens at the sight of Ephraim, matching his own. Within seconds he is pulled into a hug. "Brother...! Of course not-- please, come inside!"
Reluctantly she lets go, making way for Ephraim to follow her inside. Her room is hardly interesting, clearly she hasn't had much time to put up any sort of decorations since her arrival. "...It truly feels like it's been forever. What joy it brings me to finally get to speak with you again, face to face-- and longer for just a couple of moments."
@freliaslance asked:
"Eirika!" It might not be very proper of her, but after not seeing Eirika for quite some time, Tana can't help but run to her and pull her into an embrace. After the war in Magvel, they'd both been pulled in different directions with little time for communication much less seeing each other. And now they're together in the same place! Grinning, she raises her hands to hold Eirika's face between them. "Of course you look far more wonderful than I last saw you." As if to emphasize her point, she turns Eirika's head a bit from one side to the other, pretending to scrutinize her, but simply ends up laughing and letting her hands fall to her side. "I didn't know you were here. I've missed you terribly!"
At the sound of a familiar voice, Eirika turns with a smile, half anticipating the hug she's pulled into. "Tana...!" Her arms are quick to return the embrace, grinning from ear to ear. Their lives back home were hectic, even as she returned to Magvel she had little time to visit her friends. It was strictly business, and once cleared up, she was back on the ship to Fodlan.
She lets out a laugh, not pulling away from the other's grasp. "Really? I don't believe I've changed much at all!" Not physically at the very least. "Oh-- I should have sent a letter, Tana! I suppose it doesn't matter now...we are both together now." It's a blessing, truly, knowing so many of her friends would once again be by her side. "We should take the time to catch up! It has been quite some time, after all!"
sharp blades and sharper wits
[ Non-Mission Board — Restoration — sword +1 ]
The Academy’s funds after the war are meagre at best. Of course, Innes volunteers to help stretch those coins out for as far as they’ll go; he’s a prince, surely he has the skill to haggle.
(It helps that he’s supplemented some of the funds with some money from Frelia, but who really needs to know that?)
The market is busy. He isn’t surprised to see blades marked up in price, with a shrug and a fake apology. “Sorry kid, weapons’re high in demand right now.” Which is fine, it’s nothing Innes doesn’t expect, but he’s not just going to go to the first stall he finds and spend all the coin in his pocket. No, there is a skill to this.
He meanders the stalls with the gait of a man only passively interested in the wares before him. A merchant is selling swords and, while he may not be an expert on swords, he does know something about them. He’s about to open his mouth, when he notices the merchant engaged with a woman with familiar azure blue hair.
Oh gods.
“Eirika?” he asks. “What in the world are you doing here?”
@lunatenais
...This could not have gone worse, really. Perhaps it was foolish to believe that asking politely and making a case would work, but...the idea of haggling, essentially robbing them of their hard earned money left a sour taste in her mouth. Everyone was just trying to survive, this could not be helped.
And yet, she could not return empty handed. Even if this was only meant for a mock battle, it was a task assigned to her, so she would have to do her best! Though...
No, she really had no clue on where to begin with haggling. Everything she had prepared ahead of time was of no use, and at this rate she would have to buy them at their market price--
"...Hm?" The Princess is surprised to hear someone call out her name, even more so when she recognizes the voice almost immediately. When she turns to face him, her surprised expression soon turns into one of joy; the type of joy from reuniting with an old friend.
"Innes...! I should be asking you the same. I had no idea that you would be here!" But soon that small falls, looking a tad bashful. "You see, I've been tasked to purchase some supplies for the upcoming mock battle...but I cannot seem to get through to this gentleman...or any of them, for that matter. The funds provided are minimal, and I hardly have enough gold of my own to cover the costs..."
Heart Ceremony [ Eirika & Yuzu ]
Word has spread of a new store that has opened in the monastery, particularly because of its cute, huggable, lovable offerings for sale. Forge-A-Bear advertises to customers the chance to create one’s own stuffed companion—no sewing skills needed! All one must do is select the kind of animal they want and how much stuffing it needs. Optional inclusions are small satchels of scented herbs, a cloth heart enchanted with warming magic, a voice box… truly, the only limit is imagination. Will you go alone or with a potential sweetheart? The experience is yours to forge, only at Forge-A-Bear! All proceeds go to funding the restoration of Garreg Mach, so with each stuffed animal, know you’re helping the cause!
Forge-a-Bear...Eirika really has never seen anything quite like this before. It really was quite simple of a concept, and yet until now it remained nothing more than just that: a concept without anything to show for it. Well, it was better late than never! With a gentle smile she waits for her turn, watching as people of all ages leave with a personalized fluffy friend to call their own.
...And finally her time comes. The first step is to choose which animal she wants-- but, oh...there were so many! How on Earth was she meant to make a decision without holding everyone up? It's then that one calls to her: a lion with a blue mane. "Oh, is it meant to be like the house, I wonder...? How cute!"
Without wasting another moment she stands before the shop's attendant. A fellow student, she wagers. "Hello! I believe I'm meant to give this to you, correct?" She can't contain herself, grinning from ear to ear as she hands Yuzu the empty casing. "It must be quite fun-- you get to bring joy to so many people!"
@craneswings
@heliacalrisings asked: "Ahh…Eirika, couldn't you have not come today?" Of all the people he wouldn't have wanted to see that match, Eirika was at the top of his list. It had gone as well as it could have given how much he's drawn Innes's ire in the past month. There's dried blood on his tunic and torn fabric where he'd been pierced. The wounds are barely closed but he doesn't seem to care.
She can't help the sigh which slips past her lips at the sight. Eirika understood that the tides of battle could turn at any moment, even the strongest of warriors could fall... But it felt odd seeing her brother like this. Even worse to see who had caused the damages.
Really...how could they never seem to get along...?
"Now, what sort of sister would I be if I had missed this?" Her tone is playful as she prepares a bandage or two. While she is far from the best healer, she thankfully took a class or two during her time here. "You did the best that you could, Ephraim-- whether you win or lose, I will always remain in your corner. ...Though I'm certain you will never hear the end of this from Innes."
Thank you all for the welcome!! I’m excited to get to write Eirika again!! For now, since I’m trying to get settled in (I’m admittedly a bit out of practice with tumblr rp now) I’ll limit how many prompts I’m looking for <3 If anything interests you, please feel free to dm me on tumblr, discord, or @ me in the plotting channel!
As a note, I will be traveling tomorrow (18th) so starters will likely come out once I’m home.
being that ephraim was on a far away island, he could not plan the kind of celebration he did most years. at this point, he questioned if such festivities roused joy in his sister anymore, but it felt something like tradition now. a tradition he'd never broken aside from their time fighting for magvel. it felt a bit foolish to lament his choices now, given he was already well on his way... but still, he hadn't realized he would miss her like this.
so instead, for perhaps the first time in his life, he pulled a piece of parchment out from his belongings, and began to write:
"dear eirika,
as you may already know, i won't be able to accompany you for your special day this year. in my place, i've asked some of the workers around the monastery to prepare a cake, and deliver this letter to you along with a gift. it's not much, i know, but i wager you might enjoy this time more with your friends than with me. besides, my presence is probably similar to this letter considering my penchant for silence.
but enough about me, i only wish you have a wonderful day, and that you take care of yourself. have a birthday grand enough for the both of us, since i doubt i'll find the respite for such activities.
i'll keep it short and say this... i love you, dear sister. have a wonderful birthday, and continue to make me and our family proud as you always have.
regards, ephraim"
along with the letter, the priest handed out a large cake and a wrapped box adjacent to it. inside one could find a very antique piece of jewelry, with a large aqua blue gem seated amongst the silver. the necklace might be familiar, or it might not be... it would be hard to tell. instead, there is a small note stuck underneath it reading: 'a keepsake of someone close to us, i've been holding on to it in father's stead.'
Sometimes being Ephraim's twin was more work than it was worth.
The letter is unexpected, not because she believes he lacks in the ability (though she knows there are countless other methods he would prefer before taking ink to paper), but rather because she was hoping he would be by her side once more this birthday. It's...frustrating. Their shared birthday was never about the cakes or the presents, and yet that is all she is left with.
...But, in the end, it's the thought that counts. He had taken the time to write his feelings down for her, letting her know that she was not alone-- she can hear each and every word in his voice, as if he were reading it to her himself.
Never would they be apart, truly.
"Dear brother...I love you. Please, be safe out there...and happy birthday to you as well."
The necklace sits cool in her hands, almost hesitant to put it around her neck. A keepsake...even if it were nothing more than a distant memory, it felt as if Eirika knew exactly who it once belonged to.
"Ephraim...when you return...I'll be certain to celebrate your birthday as well."
A bite to eat
“If you insist.” Forde smiles as he places the shuffled deck on the table. Her eyes are on it now, he’ll have to be careful about this… “Maybe I could try my initial sketch of you next weekend? It’s been so long since I painted someone, I’m a little out of practice…” He looks her in the eye, or as much as he can without stumbling on his words.
“I’m worried my brush will never be able to capture a beauty as great as yours.”
He breaks her gaze to look down at the card he just swiped. Well actually, he’d taken two cards. Hopefully she hadn’t noticed.
Roll: 2d13. [1, 2]
As it turned out, the top card of the deck had been the ace of hearts, with the two of clubs below. The highest and lowest possible values, how dramatic. He lets one of the cards fall into his lap unseen, to be stowed back in his pocket. Then, he sighs.
“Just my luck, eh?” He places the two face up on the table, and pushes his sandwich towards her. “Might as well take it now.” His win rate against Franz had been equally low, but it served him just fine.
"Really? That would be wonderful, Forde! I'm sure it will come out amazing...why, your skill with a paintbrush must come as naturally as that with a lance." His gaze is not missed, and she looks into his own in return, her smile widening--
Until his next words, which quickly cause Eirika to falter.
"Forde! There's no other artist I would want painting me...so don't say things like that..."
She calms herself as the game beginnings, only catching a hint of what he had done-- but she doesn't press him on it. Forde wasn't the dishonest sort-- he would either play as fair as he could despite it, or perhaps his hunger was just that unbearable...
"A two? That is rather unlucky, isn't it?" There's a hint of a smirk, something teasing in her tone. She reaches over to pull her own card from the deck...
Roll: 1d13. [1]
The ace of diamonds. Seems she was pretty lucky in turn. "Well, would you look at that...I guess I can't complain, that sandwich of yours did look rather delicious!"
Eirika wasn't stupid-- there was a part of her that realized what Forde had done...but her pulling an ace meant it wouldn't have mattered unless he had also pulled one.
He let her win.
"I do feel somewhat bad, though...I would hate to leave you with less food when we already have so little."
Decisions That You Think Are Your Own [ Eirika & Knoll ]
illusions can be tricky. often, to be successful, they need to be convincing enough to pass for reality, often even grounded in it, but always there are ways to see through them. when one looks at something out of the corner of their eye, that’s where illusions start to unravel.
it’s not as simple, though, of just going through the world with eyes unfocused. that has its own pitfalls, its own problems. no, clarity is difficult to achieve at the best of times. can one ever truly be certain of what is real?
many so often hope so.
princess eirika looks nervous, as she finally sits down, and he can hardly blame her. the way things shift and shake, with no discernable reality to be seen, has been bothering him as well. they feel real enough, for a time, but there are enough discrepancies that he's growing... agitated. he has even heard a few other people speculate about the supposed illusions around them, and, though fear is not among his natural instincts, he feels wary at the idea.
the princess seems genuinely distraught, though, and that is something that makes him focus. the expression does not suit her face, he wants to help her be rid of it, and so he nods, quickly. “i will do my best. is there anything you've tried thus far, or will be be starting from the beginning in our attempts...?”
Just having him agree eases some of her worries, her shoulders dropping as she grows less tense...even if only slightly. The smile she forces herself to wear feels almost painted on, nothing more than a performative attempt at remaining calm as if he wouldn’t see right through it.
“Thank you, Knoll— your best is enough and more than appreciated.” She shifts in her seat in an attempt to become more comfortable, an impossible task it seemed. Every so often she felt something crawl up her spine only to find nothing there once she reached out to feel it. “I apologize, you really are the first person I went to about this. The townsfolk, they accept all of this as reality…it’s as if they’ve lived in this world their entire lives.” But that couldn’t be right— yet, sometimes she found herself nearly agreeing with their beliefs.
“I am willing to try whatever I must, Knoll. I— we cannot remain in such a state for much longer…”
Ship in a Bottle [ Eirika & Duessel ]
Duessel feels the malcontent of the people within his bones. It is not a choice for him to make -- to decide what the taxes are sent to, how much is paid -- but he cannot imagine following a leader that did not have their best interests at heart.
Emperor Vigarde, prior to all that happened with the puppeteering of his deceased body, was a man who had the people of Grado front and center of all his policies. To see and hear of someone who so blatantly is corrupted by power... Duessel cannot imagine that anyone would wish to follow such an individual.
So of course he chose to follow Eirika. He rides atop his trusted mount Snapdragon and continues toward the Duchy of Aegir, where he hopes they will be able to reason with those in charge.
He looks at her and gives her a soft smile. "You haven't troubled me at all, Princess Eirika. I'm glad to be of service."
He listens to her concerns and nods his head. "You are good to your people. Perhaps speaking with them from that position will make them rethink their taxes, or pressure from another noble -- even one who lives far away -- might make them at least open to the idea."
Such praise leaves her feeling slightly...embarrassed. While of course she hoped to be seen in such a positive light, to hear it come from a man as respected as him, who once served a man Eirika looked up to just as much as her own father-- how could she take such a compliment without her cheeks growing warm?
"You are much too kind, Duessel-- and there is no need for such formalities here. Just Eirika will do." She smiles as warmly as she can manage despite the anxiety building in her chest. "But I hope that you're right." There is, however, the slightest bit of doubt in the back of her mind that the Duke in question would be so reasonable if this was put in place to begin with.
No, not everything can be solved by talk alone. Some people do not acquiesce so easily when their best interest isn't the forefront. A sad truth she learned some time ago, though she remained reluctant to accept it fully.
"...It will be my first time requesting an audience so formally... If it isn't any trouble, would you happen to have any advice?" Emperor Vigarde was a kindhearted man in her memories of him, and she assumed Duessel had been present during many of his audiences one upon a time. But, in reality, she simply needed something to remove her mind from their destination...
A Smooth Intoxication [ Eirika & Leif ]
“ I did, ” he nods. “ You become old enough to join a war at fifteen where I come from. If I had thought to do so beforehand, I could have perhaps become a Master Knight earlier... ”
He was hardly the only young Master Knight after all. He heard that his lover's mother had become one not that far in age away from his own ceremony, and he knows one of the Grannvalian men had been one too but likely was around their age range as well.
Better to learn things early than wait for your bones to fade into dust, after all.
“ But I still would have needed my teachers in my weaponry first. ” So by that logic, even if he had yearned for it earlier, he still would have had to wait. He was not the kind of man who could make and keep connections for so long...
No, he had to grow up to find the people around him that he truly wanted to protect. With or without a sword, just as the princess before him said. Those bonds had to be forged, not merely found.
“ The ones you wish to help... It sounds like you have some good friends around you too. You could probably learn well enough from then if you want to follow my path. ”
Her conviction burned in the right place, resonating with him. It's enough to make him believe that if she really put her mind to it, she probably had the methods to get it done.
But before such delusions of grandeur, they were still just two people testing medicines first. Down to smaller, more present thoughts.
“ Right!! I'll help bring the remedies to the Training Hall then and we can see how things work there. ” He makes to grab the list and put as many of the experimental remedies on a tray to take out with them, though there still remained some that couldn't quite fit. “ Can you help grab the rest?? ”
“…Fifteen? That’s—“ To Eirika it felt absurdly young, and yet…there were children around that age fighting alongside her, wasn’t there? Perhaps even younger… Not only that, but she couldn’t imagine any child willing to go to battle unless it was the only option they had left.
It had been for a similar reason that she fought. Still, there was no point in pitying him. Many of the students and staff alike went through such horrible things, so long as he found strength throughout his journey then there was no reason for her to worry. “…You must truly be strong, Leif.”
Her smile is gentle as she laughs softly under her breath. “They’re all the best friends I could ever ask for. Without them…well, I’m not sure my own strength would have been enough in the end.“ Even now, with all the things she’s learned, she knew she still could never manage without all the friends she made along the way.
Slowly Eirika rises to her feet, gathering whatever Leif had left behind as carefully as possible. While she’s certain the infirmary staff would never create anything dangerous (on purpose), it was better safe than sorry. “Alright— that should be everything! Shall we go?”
Yes, it seems as if her time making dependable new friends was far from over!
- End
@lunatenais sent:
While most claimed insanity as of late, the world of dreams and illusions melting into their reality, Eirika's own mind would often play tricks on her long before she reached the shores of Fodlan. She hears his voice, sees his face-- can picture with perfect clarity as her brother's lance pierces through the flesh. They are nothing more than nightmares, she knows that much-- but there is still that young girl inside of her, wishing that it all could have gone differently. That words could reach, that weapons did not need to clash.
And when she awakens they fade. Even their lingering presence cannot deter her from moving forward-- it's what he would have wanted.
Today...it feels as if she has walked into a dream. There is no plausible way for what she sees in front of her eyes to be true, and yet she cannot concede to the idea that she has fallen victim to the hysteria that fills the halls.
"...Excuse me--" She steps towards what she can only assume is a stranger, as familiar as he may seem...and for just a moment she reaches out, almost as if to see if her hand would go through his person.
Her wits still about her, she is quick to lower it to her side, balled into a tight fist.
"I'm-- I'm sorry. I'm not sure what came over me...it's just...you remind me of someone I once knew. The resemblance is...uncanny."
maybe he can hear his own breath hitch at that familiar voice. of course, it's eirika, lyon thinks, because it can't be anyone else. with ephraim attending the academy, he knew eirika would follow her brother one day. it's as simple as that.
thus, lyon's surprise only remains a flicker in his eyes before his expression smooths itself over. though... despite that small blessing, he finds himself frozen in place. it's as if he suddenly grew roots that burrow into the ground.
he realizes he's entirely unprepared for this encounter.
had he known eirika was here, he would've ensured his path would never cross with hers.
had he known, he'd have stayed away, kept his distance, no matter the cost.
after everything... after everything lyon did and didn't do... doesn't eirika deserve better than to have his presence haunt her?
unlike her brother, eirika seems to mistake him for a stranger. it's fair when his hair has grown longer and the dark circles have become a permanent fixture under his eyes. that, and he's supposed to be dead.
lyon could lie. he could agree she must be mistaken; he's not the person she knew. & in some ways, it wouldn't be a lie. however, he feels ashamed at that very thought.
"no. it's not just the resemblance," lyon's voice is quiet. soft. he doesn't have the heart to lie or deceive any longer. with his eyes turned downwards and a lump in his throat, the prince of grado continues, "it's— it's me, eirika. i'm surprised ephraim didn't tell you..."
now that he thinks about it, ephraim must not have told her. why? is that ephraim's way of respecting lyon's choices? or are the twins not as close as they were? ...no, the latter is unthinkable.
For a moment it truly feels as if the world had come to a complete stop when he speaks. Those words felt surreal-- no, this wasn't just a resemblance, deep down in her heart she knew as much...but she still wasn't sure if it settled her nerves or made them worse.
She's dreamed of a moment like this, to see him alive and in the flesh, rather than a ghost formed from her memories. To hear his voice so loud and clear, no matter how he quiet he speaks. Yet it matters not how real this truly is-- she just barely resists the urge to pinch herself awake.
Even if this was a dream...would she really want it to end?
His next words barely reach her ears before she takes another step closer, and as if her body moves all on its own, she attempts to go in for a hug. "Lyon-- I cannot believe-- it's really and truly you...!" There's no time for tears to fall before she realizes what she's done, letting go.
"...Wait-- Ephraim knew...?" Finally it sets in, adding more emotions to the pile. "How long have you been here, Lyon...?"
that's what the cards do, eirika
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Marisa frowns at her hand. These cards are nearly impossible to read between the size of the text and the sheer amount of it, and she's already bored of half of their purposes.
Already she regrets agreeing to this.
"Princess..." She doesn't look up at Eirika as she speaks, still squinting to make out faded words against their too-bright backgrounds. "You're sure this is the game you want to play?"
It had been wishful thinking to assume that the other's invitation would have implied a proper sparring match, which Marisa only realizes now that she cannot back out. Well, she could, but she's not in the habit of disrespecting nobility.
Unfortunately.
She thumbs past another card, disinterested. The worst part of all these words is that none of them matter. 'Support' this and 'strategy' that... She moves to the next.
"Ladies first, then."
@lunatenais
It isn't as if Eirika hadn't played a card game before, but most were...much simpler. These cards were filled with walls of text, some of words terms for the specific game they would be playing. But she had heard of the rave reviews going around the monastery, and soon she learned the basics in order to play with her friends.
"I'm sure-- why? Do you not want to?" While she and Marisa had never been extremely close, Eirika still saw her as a trusted ally-- someone she wished to call a friend. "I have no intention of forcing you to play games you don't want to play." 'I'm no child,' she wants to say, but she holds her tongue.
Eirika nods, placing down a card on the mat in front of them. "I play Seth-- I gain 2 extra defense!" She grins, gesturing for her to go next. "Your turn, Marisa."
A bite to eat
“Of course.” Forde finds himself slightly humbled by Eirika’s words. “Warm meals, good company,” he winks, “there’s a lot to be thankful for.”
He looks down at his sandwich again. His tiny, pitiful sandwich. The meal was given to him with a knife and fork. He isn’t sure whether it’s polite or pretentious to eat his sandwich with them. Instead, he puts one of the carrots into his mouth, and nods. They sure are carrots.
“It’s good to see you again.” He says, hoping conversation will fill the void in his stomach. “And Prince Ephraim, of course. It feels like so long since we last spoke as- friends?” He doesn’t mean for it to sound like a question. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been doing well.” He says. “Don’t get me wrong, I loved working under you two, but I’m glad I left the military when I did.” The fact that he ended up back at a military academy is irrelevant. “I got some time to truly rest, and I’ve been able to fully focus on painting. I still need to paint your portrait, don’t I?”
He takes a small bite of his sandwich, choosing to disregard the cutlery. It’s good, really good. But he needs to make it last…
Eirika looked like she was starving too.
“When we were younger, my brother and I always argued over food. He wouldn’t eat his vegetables, or he thought my piece of bread looked bigger, silly things.” He pulls a pack of playing cards from his pocket. “So we started making bets.”
“It’s simple.” He starts shuffling the deck. “Whoever draws the highest card wins. You get half of my sandwich, or I get one of your fish heads.” Not enough to stave the other, but it’d make the winner’s day a little brighter. “So, what do you say?”
She can't help the way her cheeks grow slightly warm when he winks, doing her best to laugh it off. Eirika continues to poke around her plate, picking up what looked to be some sort of vegetable drenched in 'sauce'. What kind she had no way of guessing, but it would only make it more unappetizing to find out considering the pink-ish hue...
"Friend?" Eirika raises a brow, looking at him with a teasing expression. "You don't seem too certain...and here I thought we had great relationship. But I've been well-- I promise, Fodlan was much nicer before recently."
It's clear that she takes no offense by what he says-- she can't see why most people would prefer fighting in a war over pursuing a passion. "Mmm, you do...anytime you'd like, I'd be happy to pose for you." Finally Eirika takes a small bite out of one of her fish heads...it really didn't taste as bad as it looked.
It didn't taste like much at all.
"Hm...?" She had to wonder if that was a normal thing between siblings. They never had any reason to fight over food, even if it was silly-- a luxury some could not afford. "Oh? You'd really wager half of your sandwich?" It did look rather good...much better than the fish. "Alright. You're on-- shall the dealer go first?"
The Worst of Times [Eirika & Ewan]
“Don’t worry Eirika, I can handle myself! If anything I’m glad I’m here! That way, should things go wrong, I can protect you!” He said confidently. He knew this situation wasn’t ideal, but he was glad he was paired up with Eirika in this assignment. He didn’t doubt her combat abilities of course! He was always got a front row seat to witnessing her strength and valiance in battle. But he also knew that it wasn’t something she enjoyed doing. She fought out of necessity, never out of desire. He never quite got the same opportunity to get close with her, all those years ago, but he knew his teacher cherished the princess greatly. That’s not the only reason though, he greatly admired her and her never ending wish for peace. It was inspiring and he wanted to protect that, and the girl herself, of course!
“Oh but- I’m not saying it will go wrong! Maybe this is all just… a big misunderstanding. Like you said, gathering information might be the best thing to do for now.” He said, making sure to put on his best smile. People always preferred an easygoing smile over a serious expression. It should make gathering information a bit easier! He also wanted to put the princess at ease. Surely an assignment like this would be hard…
It was hard to not believe him when he spoke with so much confidence-- it was adorable, really. "Alright, alright...I trust you." She replies with a smile, looking down at him as they continue towards the village. While they were hardly the same person, there were small things about Ewan that reminded her of a younger Ephraim-- so full of energy and a willingness to protect, to name a couple.
"It's alright, Ewan," she knows what he's trying to do, and she appreciates it even if she isn't sure how to bring it up, "If we're gathering information we'll definitely need to get both sides of the story as soon as possible. Would you be comfortable with splitting up? It might be best to cover as much ground as we can."