✞ ;; @dragoracle
By the gods, had she actually accepted his gift? Libra’s cheeks flushed mildly at the soft gesture, would not be different otherwise however Tiki had reacted to him offering a gift, a token of appreciation. It all started out as a game by Virion, for all the men at camp to offer something to a woman of their choice as gratitude for all they have done for them while in this campaign of war. Libra had no valuable thing to speak of, nothing like gold chains or silver bracelets, so he opted the most simplistic, sensible way to presenting a gift - down on one knee, both hands extended and a flower sitting in this palm.
While Olivia had more romantic pursuers, and Robin the most gifts, simple-minded, banal Libra picked the most predictable choice for one in his position - the daughter of the woman he had worshiped for the most part of his life. Ever since he learned that Chrom, Say’ri, and the others had spoken to the Voice of Naga, he hadn’t expected said vessel who was the Voice of God was Naga’s very own daughter. Beautiful, delicate, and graceful just like Naga herself might have been.
❝O-oh, you much too kind, milady.❞ Libra found himself tongue-tied during the course of attempting to spark a conversation with his beloved goddess’ daughter. ❝I would imagine everything looks nice on you, Tiki. A simple flower from someone such as myself does little justice in complimenting your beauty.❞
