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Thoughtful Reprieve (Closed - Sully)

‘The small things are nothing more than a distraction’...those words had been echoing, quite cruelly so - over and over in his head ever since he approached the (strangely older looking) Daylen and gotten that as a response. Jokes were nothing more than a distraction: like the kind he said. So, did that mean: to Daylen, was he therefore nothing more than a tiny distraction, something annoyingly persistent that wouldn’t leave him alone?

He didn’t want that. It hurt, to feel like his attempts of trying to help the other smile were just annoying: but he didn’t know how else to help. Because he still felt like he’d be calling the kettle black should he point out to Daylen that he burdened himself with so much alone - that he didn’t have to, that he had friends supporting him - when he did exactly the same thing with his own worries.

Indeed, even this worry, he hadn’t spoken to anyone about, he’d been keeping his distance from Daylen so as to not be ‘selfish’ or burden him with the worries he held of late, ever since those words had been said. He’d try and joke on someone else today: if they laughed at his joke, then maybe he just was worrying too much and he should talk to Daylen about this.

If they didn’t...maybe he was nothing more than a distraction with his jokes, and he should stop them entirely. As much as he loved saying them...he would rather be a good friend people could open up to than a distraction. If that meant he had to give up his jokes forever, so be it. Ah! There was someone with armory - a knight of some caliber, he guessed. The armor seemed strangely familar to Hoshido and Nohr’s style, somehow.

Trying his best to put on a grin, he approached the red-haired stranger.

“Say...sorry to bother you, but it seems rather late in the day, does it not? Are you sure you shouldn’t be...taking a quick nap and saying Knight-knight to them?”

Oh dear....oh dear. What an awful joke.

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♖ - Their first friend

Meme: Stages of Life

Ah, her first friend!

Morgan here practically grew up in Ylisstol’s fancy castle alongside Princesses Lucina and Cynthia because her father, Robin, was always hanging out with Chrom and tended to bring his kid with him to work. Cynthia was probably her second friend, only because of the fact that Morgan met Lucina first.

-> Lucina is the kind of girl that everybody wants to grow up to be.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you weren’t a bit jealous of her. Not because she’s a princess - her father is not cooler than yours! - but because she seems to be able to do anything and everything. She’s like Gerome in that regard. Horseback riding, swordfighting, heck, even ballroom dancing...and then to be so humble and kindhearted on top of that? It’s crazy!

It’s inspiring.

She does inspire you. She only fuels your desire to be a tactician even more, because to be able to stand by her side and guide Ylisse to a brighter future...that would be incredible beyond words.

(Somebody has to get her to remember to not be so solemn all the time...Grima or not.)

[ask-frederick]

[Initiation - Sully & Frederick]

Under the leadership of an unlikely Exalt, the Halidom of Ylisse had come to enjoy several years of peace following the bloody crusades that had nearly torn the continent asunder. However, the halidom’s relations with its Plegian neighbours to the west remained unsteady. Though these days of peace were marred by uncertainty, the Exalt and those closest to her remained hopeful that things could improve in time. Hope, however, did not deter Ylisse’s knighthood from preparing for the worst.

As an officer of the Ylissean royal guard and personal guardian to the prince and princess, Frederick had never been a man to find himself ill-prepared. The trainees he took under his wing often likened his gruelling fitness regimens and severe training sessions to hard labour, and the Great Knight never failed to preface each daunting task with a seemingly benign smile. By the time the first of Frederick’s disciples had earned their knighthood, scores of others had opted to remain as ordinary soldiers or guardsmen. Nonetheless, a simple knighting ceremony was merely the beginning of what Frederick had in mind for these recruits.

“At ease, soldiers,” came the Great Knight as he made his way into the courtyard where his three, new knights were training. “As you may know, Her Grace is to spend the weekend with her family under the protection of Captain Phila and her Pegasus Knights. Because the good captain has relieved me of my duties in court and about the castle, I believe today would be appropriate to take the three of you on your first mission as fully-fledged knights of Ylisse. Sir Kellam, Sir Stahl, Dame Sully, what say you?”

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     “Lady Sully, how has your stay been treating you? I know      this city can be hard to navigate, so if you need anything,      please do not hesitate to call on me.”

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“Hey, Sully?” She stopped short of the redhead, clasping her hands behind her back. “Do you think you could teach me to ride?” She’d admired the way the cavalry seemed so at ease on their mounts...and it seemed like it could be a useful skill.