“… Mother’s day is today. I wonder how she’s doing…” Wherever Robin is. Maybe she’s finally with Chrom back in Ylisse. She wonders if she’ll ever see her again. She sighs, closing her eyes.
“Happy Mother’s day.”
it was a day steeped in irony, a date far too saturated in that tragic level of poeticism for her to find her feet planted on familiarly foreign soil once more. it was a day of celebration, of a family's female line, of noble matriarchs that brought a sense of home to a lifetime. but, for the one that truly mattered in a young mother's eyes, it was yet another day of tragedy, of hopes crushed beneath the wheels of fate.
it was another day of celebration seemingly missing that which the celebration centered around.
it was on this day robin would pay that celebratory attention to her daughter, and with a haze lifting from her few memories of the city, she retraced the paths that very same princess had shown her, the places her child had found familiar.
but it was a large place -- finding a single person among the thousands in the city was not an event that allowed her the aid of probability, rather, the statistics would only further strain the tactician's search.
and so all she could do was call.
{ lucina!
