Peerless Princess of Divine Grace

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Mitama hesitated to take the scroll out of her bag. She was still…reluctant to admit her failure.She could hear her father’s cheerful reproach in the back of her mind as she closed her hand around it. To think you would be foolish enough to try again after the first one was a spectacular disaster!

She had hoped in small parts to prove him wrong. Perhaps going into this with such an intent was the root of the problem all along.

“I’ll admit that I am uncertain how effective these methods may be.” She told the other as she pulled the scroll to the light of day. It looked innocent enough but she did not trust it. “The last time such an incident occurred, the scroll was sealed away. But then of course it was found by one of my companions no less, so it is not an ideal situation.”

Mitama sighed, and then weighed the scroll heavily in her hands before passing it to the other woman. “As this is your expertise, I will trust whatever method you see fit.”

Uncertain as to how effective her methods might be? A Challenge!! Excellent, wonderful, of course she would live up to the expectations the young lady clearly held!! Failure wasn’t even a possibility!! No failure, no surrender!!!

And with that in mind, she felt the weight of the scroll in her hand and tried to sense out the curse with her mind.

She gives up after a moment, too jumpy to wait.

“Well, I’ll open it, and we’ll fight the curse together!” Sounded quite orderly to her. In this place of course the curse would manifest physically. Dread magic given malicious, physical form would be easy to defeat, wouldn’t it? Wonderful, of course it would!!

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“… Are you saying the Church has… an intelligent network?” he clasped his chin upon hearing her explanation. If there was something he had to admit, he was honestly not well-versed in Rausten’s governmental structure. He only heard that it was a theocratic nation, sure, but if it was not because of the war, he did not have the chance to speak with L’Arachel or other Rausten representatives. At least not this much.

Of course he did not want to tell L’Arachel that the idea of a state and a church blending together was rather foreign to him, and he hoped nobody else would tell the princess that he rather had an unfavorable personal opinion in regards to… devotion. The Pontifex was a great ruler, though, and personal sentiments aside, he would sincerely acknowledge that.

Just then it registered to him that Rausten was practically across the sea, but the court of Frelia and the court of Rausten did not seem to interact as much compared to what Frelia did with Renais, which had in-land borders.

“Hmmm. We take pride in our pegasus knights, so our knightly orders were mostly the wings and their shields, knights like Gilliam,” he eventually broke his silence. “Our nation is blessed with vast plains. Nice for pegasi to carry their jobs, but at the same time make a pretty rough terrain for soldiers. I’m sure Gilliam can delight you more regarding our main training regime, which is to improve physical condition that enables a soldier to march lengthy and endure a prolonged war, if they should.”

If only Innes could hide the pride in his eyes when he said that. But why should he? It would do disservice to the knights serving under Frelia’s banner. And the princess spoke with pride about Rausten as well, there was no need to shy away from greatness.

… Alright, each other’s greatness.

“Do your Hounds not fight at the borders, or is that because your lands’ lush forests and tall mountains already serve as natural fortresses that your knights are mostly tasked to defend the cities?” he asked again. As eager as he was to get to know Rausten’s this-and-that, he could not help but behaving carefully.

If only it was just that easy to chat up another person, he thought again, let alone another royalty, for she was an heir just like him.

“Are you really fond of our magnificent artistry, L’Arachel, or is something the matter in regards of you and that fabric?” he asked, catching her repeated motions like she was in deep thoughts.

That was ineloquently queried, but even if he had to say so himself, alas, he cared.

“Intelligent network?” She parrots, a little confused. “No, there’s no spying! The church of Latona would never spy on people.” (Or did she say spy on people?) Monsters? Yes. Rausten’s Brave Scouts watched and reported on the beasts and creatures, and the Council of Hounds would decide when the reports merited action.

“The borders are not the problem of the Hounds, that’s for regular knights.” She thought she’d been clear on this. The Hounds patrolled the twilight and dealt with monsters and the things that Hungered for the lives of people.

“But that is quite interesting! Flying troops would indeed have difficulty navigating the forests quickly, so that makes a lot of sense. Our knights do not fly, and do not need to!” Oh yes, she remembered Sir Gilliam too! Of course it made sense that the fliers had a strong shield to hide behind. A sword striking out and then retreating behind their shield.

But for Innes’ last question, which he so obviously hoped to hear her answer (she could tell, because that is exactly what she would want! real genuine appreciation of the works of her people), she had only one answer. “Of course!” She petted it some more, on purpose this time, really very fond of it. “It is of a good weave, and soft to the touch, but I can tell it will hold up to some stress. Not all weaves of this quality do,” she admits, a lifetime of rambunctious behavior and less-sturdy fabrics coloring her opinion.

“It is always a wonder to find sturdy, and beautiful cloth. Though,” she asks curiously, genuinely, “did you see the qualities too?”

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Even if L’Arachel wanted to brag, if Innes was to be honest to himself he would not doubt the Rausten heir could handle her courtly talks when the time came. … At least compared to himself and that war-criminal social disaster that was his tongue, as eccentric as she appeared to him L’Arachel had the smooth suaveness he did not have… alright, never had.

“Are they a secret limited order or something?” he frowned again. “Knightly orders usually recognize and acknowledge each other like other nations do Rausten Knights. This… Hounds of Latona you are speaking of, I must admit, I hardly heard of. … Neither do I aware that the Saintly Holiness like Latona would need ‘hounds’ acting in her name, Princess.”

Don’t smirk, don’t smirk, don’t smirk—

Innes studied L’Arachel’s face, and just like how honest her expression when she appeared ecstatic about the fabric, he could not dismiss the sudden gloomy atmosphere when she spoke of her parents. If that was a rare moment where he could see the Rausten heir’s unguarded self without the typical eccentric suaveness she conducted herself with, then…

As much as a social disaster he was, he knew of responding courtesy. Now that she was being honest, why wasn’t he?

Innes lingered closer, his eyes softened as much as his tone turned out to be more sympathetic. "… I might not lose my mother the way you did, Princess,” he spoke in a tender voice. “But I assure you, I understand your pain… as much as I am sure you were telling the truth when you spoke of her noble qualities.”

He approached her more. “If you do not mind me doing this,” he gave a gentle pat on L’Arachel’s shoulder in a comforting manner, “I am sure you have the same zeal as she did. After all we of noble-born cannot shirk the duties to which we were born into.”

He spared a faint smile at her before turning at the shop. “The bolt just now, please.”

“Hardly a secret!” L’Arachel answered easily! “But they aren’t a Martial Order, not truly, so they have little cause to spread their name. They are part of the Church, after all.” And then she frowned, obviously considering words. “Latona might not need ‘hounds,’ but Mother told me once that it was because the Order acts on the Saint’s orders. Like hunting dogs?” It had been a long time, and her voice trails off at the end, just uncertain enough to take the emphasis and energy out of her voice.

She shook it off as quickly as she could, and Innes’ pat on the shoulder re-energized her. “Of course not! As you say, there is nothing worse than a Duty Shirked!” And pulled the bolt close to her chest, gently running the side of her thumb across the fabric over and over. Soft and colorful, a kind ward against the melancholy of old losses.

“Say, Innes, does Frelia not have an Order like the Hounds?” That tower of theirs had to be taken care of by someone. Those of the Hounds that could not fight at the border lines and the twilight of the forest cared for the temples, and such things. It had never crossed her mind before that other nations might not have the same.

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Mitama followed along quietly behind the enthusiastic woman. Though their ride had been pleasant so far, Mitama would be a fool not to admit that the creatures the woman had listed off as if they were nothing put the young poet on edge as they traveled. Her eyes glanced frequently to the dark corners and halls they passed, trusting her horse to follow along behind L’Arachel obediently.

When her horse stopped abruptly, it was without her acknowledgement. She stumbled somewhat in her seat. When she raised her head to see what had caused their abrupt end, she gasped softly.

The room was large. Large, and one could easily tell that upon a team, it had been a magnificent place. Crumbling ruins told of a place with great thought put into its construction that time cared not for. But more than that, there was a sense of power that lingered in the room. A magic entirely foreign to Mitama that ran over her skin and made her shiver in her seat.

The scroll in her bag gave a small twinge. She frowned. “Well then. Shall we commence?”

“Absolutely!” L’Arachel replied, rather chirpily. “So, you wanted it Cleansed?” She held out her hands to take the scroll, magic sense trying to place it amongst the lingering fog that remained from that last battle. (L’Arachel was pretty sure she could do a cleansing. If she failed to do it through light magic, she could always set it on fire, she supposed. Fire was cleansing, too.)

(The idea of setting it on fire was quite appealing, actually - no, first they’d do it Saint Latona’s Way.)

“Or destroyed?” It always helped to be Clear about intentions. Either option would happen in this area. “Something else?” She wouldn’t ever admit she’d forgotten the point of the trip, too enamored with the journey to remember the cause.

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Had L’Arachel turned to look at Mitama, she would have noticed that the young shrine maiden’s face grow paler than it had been. She knew not the exacts of what Lady L’Arachel spoke of, but the mentioning of such dread creatures brought no calmness to her soul.

During the war, it had been risen. Risen and humans, and sometimes other things leading to the fell dragon, but risen were not naturally of her home. Risens could be explained and slain and with the aid of Nohr, extinct.

To have such a wide variety of threats in one’s home and speak so casually of them…Magvel seemed a world of danger.

“Quite. Well. Perhaps it’s the best for us if we hurry along and spend no time dealing with these monsters.” She announced, urging her horse forward still.

“Of course!!” L’Arachel agreed, easily. Still, it made her Wistful, just a bit. Things were quiet again in the forests, for the most part, as the creatures in the deep heart of the woods rarely braved the dappled sunshine of the border lines, and she missed the excitement of a war. And the closeness of her dearest friends.

Everyone had scattered to the farthest corners of the continent, except for her Dear Dozla. Oh, she missed them all.

“Yes of course, this way!” And she nudged Horse into a faster pace. They would finally come upon the heart in just a moment. She didn’t announce it, she only stopped, rather abruptly.

There.

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Monster Mash||Dwyer & L’Arachel

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Her fury was quick to dispel. Dwyer had a hunch as to why, and this deeply concerned him. He didn’t want to actually comply and go back, but if she rushed back into the front lines with no one to keep an eye on her, she’ll most certainly get herself killed. However, for now, he was granted the much-needed relief of directions to the rest place. With a relieved huff, he nudged his steed into following the other. Nova happily complied and trotted right behind the other.

Dwyer pursed his lips as the two dashed into the forest once more. Without any sense of his own direction, he had no choice but to follow, if not reluctantly out of fear she was only going to dash off into the army of undead creatures.

“…I hope you’re not just leading me back to those monsters.”

L’Arachel had no problem at all navigating her forest. Any Hound of Latona worth the hard-earned nicks and dents in their armor could tell you which way led deeper into the woods and which took you back to the border lines. And L’Arachel had grand dreams of being the High Knight-Priestess of the Hounds, and taking her uncle’s throne.

“Of course not! I will only charge back to my Glorious Fight once I have seen you safely to the border lines.” Any troubadour should want to be on the front lines, in her opinion, but this Dear Boy had no Dozla at his side to keep the fires from swallowing him whole.

Everyone should have a Dozla, she thought firmly.

“Of course not!!” she said again. Though this affirmation had more longing in it. She did so wish to be charging back to the fight Right Now.

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“Such a divine emperor, for knowing the best cure for his headache,” Innes blurted—”I mean, with your graceful help overseeing the places he could not, I’m sure he’ll feel lighter,” he quickly added with a smirk. “Speaking of which, do you deal with administrative businesses at your court as well, Princess? I imagine your… ahem, noble quest or ridding this world of evil and darkness may be rather dangerous to take. And how are you going to be be a grand knight and priestess at the same time?”

Innes cocked an eyebrow. A knight and a priestess? Now that truly piqued his interest. Regardless of L’Arachel’s personal drive or whatever it was which got her out of the court to distant places, he never heard of such position or duty before, at least not so often in Magvel. “I suppose, since our countries have their own unique way to run—do enlighten me about it. Here in Frelia, those positions are held by different people, and often times the clergy did not interfere with the state. How do they resolve conflicting ideas, considering how different both worlds are?”

It did not escape him that L’Arachel was holding a piece of fabric adoringly. Personally, he did not know that much about textiles, but her reaction just now was precious. And it was actually nice to see her being so honest and open of what she liked–let alone how she sounded when she praised the fabric.

“Thank you. Frelia’s limit is the sky when it comes to give the best we can offer. And even then the sky is explorable,” Innes grinned. Well, gods be damned indeed, but damn him even more if he resisted himself for feeling proud.

Innes’ comment did not go unnoticed, the sting of it lashing at her Very Soul. “Oh yes, and so does your father allow your Subtle Explorations. In the same way my Honored Uncle does, as you say.” Let him chew on that! Her uncle adored her, and all her energy, Innes’ snide comments be damned.

“Administrative business is still the realm of my Uncle.” She was working very hard to learn it as well as he knew it, but the stillness required to truly master it quickly eluded her. “I am well upon my way to sharing his Burden, however.” She’d get it eventually, she wasn’t worried. She could do anything she chose, and she chose to be both.

She still held the fabric in her hands, but her attention was now fully away from it. What fabric?

“It’s a title.” She says offhandedly. Everyone in Rausten knew this, even if the word of the position rarely left Rausten’s borders. “My mother was High Knight-Priestess in her day, and so I will be too!” In addition to the throne, of course. Uncle didn’t have any children outside of her. “The position leads our Hounds of Latona, who so Valiantly patrol the forests and the border lines, and fight back the Darkness that tries to escape the Shadows.”

She shrugged, the old sadness biting at her heels. “Mother was called to be that, rather than to sit the throne. Uncle took that place instead. She was Brave and Honorable, and she wielded the Full Might of Latona’s intent, to keep the lighter forests and the ways clear.”

Which was why they were called the High Knight-Priests or Priestesses. Though there was always the occasional High Knight-Clergyrem.

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“Glad to hear we are on the same page. Perhaps it is why the Pontifex is sending you to Frelia,” he replied… with a smirk. He still maintained his courteousness, but it was not like he was completely oblivious of L’Arachel’s clever move there. The Rausten princess was proud and knew her worth, qualities which made her formidable yet in a way felt rather similar to his own personality. L’Arachel was a counterpart he could not ignore, and despite finding himself being challenged and rivaled again and again it was actually quite fun to have her around; someone who would race him to assume the leadership baton be it in verbal or action that it was almost… relaxing.

Almost, if his own pride was not actually provoked exactly because of that.

“Humans may be unconsciously drawn to things which reflect them,” he responded casually when she winked. ‘Bright and good’… he could only think of Tana when those words were mentioned. And possibly Eirika, perhaps.

“And I don’t need to be a prince for that,” Innes approached the seller, muttering a simple, “if the lady likes it, I’m paying for it.”

“Perhaps!” L’Arachel chirped, gladly touching the fabrics and rubbing the weave between her fingers. It really was lovely. “Sometimes I believe my Esteemed Uncle sends me places because of my great Drive. It is to balance my Drive to follow my Calling, as my pursuit of the legacy of my Heroic, Honored Parents sometimes comes before my Duties.

“I will be a Grand High Knight-Priestess, commanding our nation and our knights in Questing against the Darkness sleeping in the woods. I will and Can do both.” It was unusual, and normally not-done, but she would be both.

“Oh, this is so bright and colorful,” she whispers, for once showing some sort of volume control. It was red and blue and pink, with sun-catching gold threads “I love it...”

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Envoy From Another World - Open

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“Hoshido has many sources of food,” Saizo says, “I am… glad you have fish. I like preparing it.”

Saizo hadn’t really admitted that to anybody. It was just a truth, the same way that he was a ninja, and that Ryoma was his lord, and Kagero was his friend. He flushed under his mask, bothered that he’d managed to open up to a woman who managed to spin for joy of all people.

“I would not say peerless,” he said, “But our leader, Lord Ryoma… There is nobody like him in Hoshido. Or anywhere else.”

He advanced a few stairs, hoping she’d follow. Her hops around would make her tire on the upper levels. Like most women, she was taller than him. He didn’t want to have to carry her.

“You’ll need to save your strength,” he said, “This stairway is very long.”

L’Arachel nodded hard, head bobbing up and down for a brief moment. It was good to like things. She didn’t much care for preparing fish, it was icky in a way that putrid, rotting monsters weren’t, but it was So Good to have things you enjoyed doing. “Oh wonderful!” She exclaims, taking another jump up to the next step. “Having Peerless Leaders is a grand thing for a nation. Why, my Dear Eirika is much the same! There is no one anywhere like her, and Renais is so Exceedingly Lucky to have her!

“Why, I would dearly like to steal her away for Rausten, but I know well how the Weight of Duty can chain one to a singular place! My Esteemed Uncle is Wise and Kind to allow me to follow my Calling and my Duty.” She jumps up on the next step.

“Let the stairwell continue! I shall Vanquish it with my usual Flair and Grace!”

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The holy woman was quick to surge forward and retake her place in the lead. Mitama was happy to allow such a change to transpire. It was not as though she herself had any idea where they were to head.

Fiends of darkness. The thought made Mitama frown deeply. Faceless had been the result of Nohr’s dark mages and she seldom enjoyed stumbling across them. But they were a known. Familiar in the worst of ways. Fiends of darkness sounded far from anything that had a reasonable explanation.

“I have never heard of such kinds of beasts.” Mitama admitted easily as they trotted along. Her horse still seemed calm. Had she not heard that beasts were quick to react to the presence of the unnatural? “What sort of creatures may they be?”

Her eyes flitted over to every shadow now as they passed. The thought certainly was sufficient to put her on guard. She prayed their travel remained unbothered.

“Oh you know,” L’Arachel begins as her answer, “Demon hounds, creatures of arcane malice and darkness with many eyes and many writhing limbs, wights and gargoyles and gorgons. Great and powerful tarvos and the giant bael that wander the rarely-trod forests-” She pauses, and then hums. “I suppose those aren’t technically Fiends of Darkness. But they still oppose life and are such still need Vanquishing.”

She shrugs, not aware that this might require further explanations. “I do hope I’m not forgetting any...Well, even if I am, I would know the name for any creature we did face. I have been well trained, you know, so have no fear!”

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Monster Mash||Dwyer & L’Arachel

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He nearly jumped at her outburst, recoiling a little at her shouts. Heaving a deep sigh as the relaxed his shoulders, Dwyer returned the woman’s fury with sharp eyes. He wouldn’t dare leave someone to die, and aside from the woman, there was no one else around. Not even a village nearby. Not wanting to raise his voice in quarrel, he turned his gaze to the ground for a moment before resting his eyes.

“I’ll regret saying this, but I never said we couldn’t go back… But there are too many of them. You’d be overwhelmed.”

He sighed again. No doubt if they were to stay, the monsters would catch up. The woman did mention a place to rest up. Believing that would be the best course of action, for he could still feel the throbbing in his wounds, his gaze shifted towards the green-haired Troubadour.

“How tiresome… I didn’t see where you came from. Care to show me the way?”

Dwyer’s words calmed her Ire. That was right! He never said they couldn’t go back. That was good, that was right. Her place was out there, fighting monsters of darkness. She hummed, anger subsiding.

She disagreed of course, she never would have been overwhelmed. It was Impossible.

“Of course I can show you! This way, Dear Boy!” And she turned her horse around, and rushed into the forest again.

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Chase [L’arachel and Beruka]

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At each item on L’arachel’s list, Beruka’s eyes narrowed further. Was she bluffing, or did she truly know of such things? Beruka schooled herself to not react further.

“Monsters come in many forms,” she said vaguely. As she considered how best to test L’arachel’s knowledge, L’arachel moved on to pettier goals, and Beruka was no longer impressed.

“Nohr has few resources to gamble. If interrupting frivolity is your only aim, your time would be better spent in Nestra.”

L’Arachel nodded, clearly Beruka was a sage person, to know about the many Variants of monsters. It was a good sign for the possibilities that awaited her. Perhaps she should ask again about the monsters, that would be infinitely preferable to the Vices of Money.

“Interrupting Frivolity,” L’Arachel gasps, “That is a poor name for the Good Work of the Saint that I am doing. But, tell me, Dear Warrior, what monsters might I tame, conquer, or banish from this realm. You speak as if one acquainted with such creatures! For indeed they come in many forms! I only wish to aid the citizens of this land by crusading for the cause of Light.”

And she reaches out as it to hold Beruka’s hands, in a moment of intensity.

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“Not as bright?” his eyebrows rose, but his tone was playful. His lips quirked into a smirk. “I take it as a compliment as well as an invitation to witness the beauty of Rausten’s seashells. I believe only when we get to witness what beauty our respective motherland can offer that we can decide the best.”

Innes slowed his paces when L’Arachel turned her attention to the cloth bolts. Only this time he walked beside her, not trailing from behind. “I’m trying to build a formidable country, Princess,” he started in a blunt manner. “That will be my vision as a future king. Still, I do not mean in military terms. There is that, but then there is this.” His hand touched a sample fabric and he quickly withdrew before the shopkeeper recognized him.

“This war brought us all to your country, and I have seen how Rausten was blessed—” he could not resist to genuinely smile at his choice of wording, “—with lush forests. While you can see I’m not much for legends, such topography helps your people growing crops and feeding themselves. Whereas Frelia, as you can see—or I can arrange Tana to take you on her pegasus—” he cleared his throat, “our land consists of plains. It’s beautiful, of course, and does wonder for military training. But with seafood industry we can enhance our food security so that when dire times come, we are prepared.”

“Please take a bolt you like for the Pontifex. Cover me though, today I’m not a prince,” he leaned forward to whisper to her as he chuckled.

Of course it was an invitation to witness the Pure Beauty of Rausten’s shores! If L’Arachel had her way, everything would be an invitation to see the Resplendency of Rausten. Her homeland was a Marvel, a Delight, Peerless among All Nations, and so on. Still, her memories of her own personal experience of Rausten’s many strengths did not distract her from Innes’ words.

“It is good of you to think for your country so,” L’Arachel said, rather a bit too loud. “Why, it is quite Responsible! My Dear Uncle is hoping to teach me to think in such a way also, rather than only of my duties to the Forces of Light, and our Unending Crusade against the Dark Things in the forests.

“And perhaps I shall! The colors are lovely and I have a deep fondness for things that are Bright and Good.” Then she winks a little too obviously at Innes. “Why, in my shining presence, none shall think you a prince!” Then she flagged down someone in charge of the fabric. “Hello!! I have Great Admiration for your cloth! Might I see that one there?”

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Envoy From Another World - Open

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Saizo paused, one foot on a higher step than the other.

“Mmm,” he said, to fill the gap, “Do… You have fish?”

Saizo instantly hated himself and his mouth. Fish? Of course Rausten would have fish. What kind of idiot spoke the first thing on his mind? Saizo touched his mask and half-closed his eyes with shame.

“I… can ask something else.”

“Do we have fish!” L’Arachel echoes gleefully, excitedly pirouetting in a circle on the ball of her foot, to come back to face Saizo. “Of course we do, what a wonderful question to begin with! Now, Rausten is well known for it’s shores,” L’Arachel begins brightly, turning back forwards to continue climbing, but pitching her voice to carry well enough over her shoulder.

“We are peerless in our fishing industries!” She brags, a passing thought of Innes and Frelian cuisine giving her absolutely no pause. “Our sea-fishers and our fish-farmers are equally Talented and Dedicated and Exceptional! Nothing is as delicious as dishes prepared with Rausten’s own seafood!

“Does Hoshido also boast a Peerless Fishing Industry?”

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A Broken Wing | L’Arachel

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Cormag grunted as he sat upright. He watched L’Arachel as she inspected Genarog, his wounds weren’t bad but Cormag pointed to his wing. “I think an archer got to him. We crashed and.. Erg..” He held his head as blood dripped onto the floor.

Genarog licked L’Arachel’s hand when she booped his face. He was excited to see someone to help and when Cormag brushed off her help Genarog huffed and nudged L’Arachel to Cormag.

“Buddy, I’m fine.. You’re the one that need hel-..” Oh, blood in his mouth. He tasted the copper. The blood stung in his mouth and he grinned, “Alright alright. Fine, whatcha got on you L’Arachel. I think I’m bleeding almost anywhere. Probably a few broken bones and I’m dizzy when I stand.” He tried to explain his condition without getting blood on the Rausten Noble.

“You both have done a Fine Number on yourselves.” L’Arachel chided, easily recognizing Cormag’s hurts, as opposed to how she’d struggled to categorize Genarog’s. Once Cormag had pointed out the wing, she had been able to put a bit more detail to the picture.

Would her stave work on a dragon? Oh, today was a good day to find out!

“You first.” L’Arachel decided, rotating the stave in her hands idly. “Then I can focus on your Loyal Steed!”

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