#aurinde

[exalteye]

“I know you!” Or at least, Linde THINKS she does. At a distance, the sheen of the youth's hair in the sunlight bore a striking resemblance to Prince—er, King?—Marth's, but upon closer inspection, the light mage realizes she is mistaken. The hair is longer. And the stature, far more petite than his. This was a woman, and in fact NOT her old friend. "Oh... my apologies. I thought you might have been someone I know."

“I know you!” Lucina turns at the unfamiliar voice, hand automatically reaching for her sword. The woman is entirely a stranger--and seemed to notice it herself a moment later.

“Apologies for the confusion, my lady. My name is Lucina.” She loosens the grip on her sword, instead tugging loosely on the ends of her hair. “Are you looking for someone? Perhaps I can aid in your search.” ( @aurinde )

[hotheadhero]

Sri Lakshmi - How would your muse define true beauty? What do they find most attractive in others? Do they see beauty as something that comes from within, or is it all in how the present’s wrapping?

The way I’m playing it, I doubt Caspar is immune to "the present’s wrapping”, lmao, but what he values most in people, excluding any friendly relationships with them since that’s a huge biasing factor, is willingness to defend what’s (agrees with his definition of) morally right and abilities to (1) stay true to themselves and (2) be honest and kind with themselves and others. (”Kind to themself” isn’t as high a priority if one assumes Edelgard being “real critical of [herself]” isn’t synonymous with being detrimentally self-overcritical.) Ability to stick to one’s morals probably ranks highest among these, though it’s not necessarily enough to guarantee a friendship with Caspar (indeed, he would likely argue or possibly even hate someone whose morals and resultant actions either disagreed with his or put the person into direct conflict with him). Among the others, hard to say whether honesty and kindness ranks higher. I can think of ways Linhardt contradicts both of those, to varying degrees of severity XD Friendship with Lloyd, who of course appears as a villain in his game, would have it that kindness is the highest priority at least on the surface (I remember enough about Lloyd to recall that he’s a sympathetic villain but not enough to say if Caspar would necessarily agree with everything he’s done or stay as friendly with him if he finds out - tbh, exploring or experiencing a semblance of/triggering Lloyd’s memories could really help Caspar grow), but at this point, I’m grasping at straws. Either of those virtues (kindness and honesty) are good screening factors for people he can’t be friends with, though (kindness to others more so; honesty gets a bit more leeway if justifiable).

[forlornwyvernrider]

» what do your masked eyes see?

Ask prompt from @aurinde​: “Just look at the world around you!”

It was a simple errand. A glorified shopping mission tasked on two unfortunate students-- or perhaps just one, as the other seems to be enjoying herself, curious eyes gazing at each and every trinket, tome and anything remotely interest in this busy market.

Not too far from the monastery was a village currently having a bazaar and they were here on pick-up duty. Gerome, like he always does, focuses on the tasks at hand and just the task at hand. So when Linde speaks up and tells him to marvel at their surroundings, he was confused at first. He never took the time to look, failing to notice the hard work the town has put to set all of this up. There was a grand display of colors, and all around them, there was just smiles everywhere.

A glimpse of children with wooden weaponry and chasing each other around reminds him of much simpler, joyous times of playing pretend and holding justice close to their hearts. Sometimes, its easy to forget moments like these were rare.

Unlike most villages they had the misfortune of visiting on some of their missions, this village didn’t suffer from bandit attacks or rampaging beasts or any sort of catastrophe. Maybe it was just for today, but even he knew one should not take for granted the few times fate gives you a moment to celebrate.

It was nice.

“...” He looks at the list he had on hand, most of which were already crossed out. Just a few more and they’d be done for the day. “I can take it from here.” He says, pointing to a fountain in the middle of the village. “Do what you want in the meantime, just meet me there when you’re done.”

He might not be a very festive person, but she seems like the type. So he lets her go, gives her the freedom to roam if she pleases. Maybe she’ll enjoy this festival enough for the both of them.

[forlornwyvernrider]

» tales of princess minerva

starter for @aurinde

It was late in the afternoon, when Gerome finally found the time to head to the stables. While not the slowest of students, he still struggled in some areas, admittedly when it came to those that involved a lot of history. Fodlan is completely new to him, and while he reads and analyzes fast, to catch up took too much of his time. Now he’s left rushing, almost running the moment he exited the Blue Lion’s classroom.

The orange hues that painted the sky hinted day would soon meet the night in less than an hour or so. While he much preferred the evenings, he at least wanted to visit his dearest companion before the day ends. Perhaps even fly as the sun sets.

As he enters the stables, immediately he’s greeted by a familiar cry. There was no one around the area at this time of the day-- none that he can see, anyway-- and for a moment, he lets down his guard, expression softening as he approaches Minerva.

“Apologies, Minerva. I did not manage my time well today. Have you been well?” He lets out a sigh of relief as he sees the black wyvern fairing well, scales full of luster as ever, her soft growls music to his ears. He extends a hand out and runs it down her scales, the closest he can to petting her.

“The day is nearing it’s end, but perhaps it’s not too late to fly out today, Minervykins~ The winter chill might be too much for some, but I believe it’s time to try out that new saddle. The sunset today pales in comparison to your beauty, but it would be the perfect witness to you donning your new accessory. ” He coos as he smiles, interrupted only by another one of Minerva’s cries. The joyous expression fades and is replaced with shock. “You don’t wish to? Is something the matter, Minerva? What do you mean we’re not alone, there’s no one here.” 

At the mention of the presence of someone else, Gerome hurriedly looks around, sweat forming and falling from the sides of his face. He was sure there was no one around, damn it!

[sweettoothforhire]

» star light, star bright

starter for @aurinde

Dinner was great! Nothing like a good ol’ Pheasant Roast. That berry sauce was just to die for! On days like these, he remembers why exactly he agreed to this kind of job. He was guaranteed a roof over his head and delicious food in exchange for his services. A pretty easy deal for someone who lived through war. 

And now, with a full stomach, he finds himself walking out the mess hall, greeted by the cold night air. He adjusts his cloak, giving him the warmth he needs as he walks down the stairs towards the Green House. If he was lucky, he might be able to swipe some of the berries they used without anyone noticing, heh. 

Before he could reach it, however, he finds a lone figure out there, by the area where people are normally fishing in the day. Unlike him, her agenda seems to be elsewhere, gaze directed at the night sky. He finds himself looking up as well and finds out why she seemed to be interested: there in the horizons, the starts twinkled endlessly. Tonight, they were blessed with a beautiful night sky.

He walks towards her quietly, pausing as he nears her. He looks up, admiring the view once more, both hands on his waists as he speaks,  “Well would you look at that-- never seen a night sky as gorgeous as this one.” Not that he ever looked at it much. “Got room for one more?”

[maesterofmagic]

Chaser of Faith

@aurinde

She was no heron when it came to singing, but she could hold pitch most of the time, so that had to count for something. Recently, she recalled Celica mentioning something about the church needing volunteers for the choir. And, well, if she could participate, so could Mae! 

However, on site, there was no Celica to be found. Huffing, she places her hands on her hips. Tsk, tsk. Should she just leave? She was already here, so there was no sense in doing that, especially when she knew the church was still looking for volunteers. 

That and the monastery was filled with people looking to volunteer or were there for other reasons. Then she questions if it really is worth making all this effort to try out. Mae begins to make her way through the crowd when she bumps into someone. 

“Oh! Sorry, my bad.” She apologizes, but an idea strikes her. “Hey, you’re here for the choir, right? Do you want to sign up with me?”