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[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

@ice-cold-maid || continued from [x]

Sumia was getting tired. She had been walking all day and she had to find a place to rest. Or else she was going to have to drag herself through these woods and she did not want to do that. Sumia wished she hadn’t gotten lost, but it was too late to worry about it now. She had gotten turned around and ended up miles away from her destination. Now she was trying to make up for her lost time. 

The sun was low in the sky and soon it’d be dark. Sumia could not keep going at this rate. Exhausted and in the dark was a bad combination. Sumia was going to have to make a camp. 

“Oh.”

The voice cut through her like ice and she froze, for just a moment. Then she turned, looking around for the source. A few steps later, she spotted someone leaning against a tree. She looked to be hurt as well. 

“Oh! I mean you no harm. I am just a traveller. Are you alright? How badly are you hurt?”

[sonofanohrian-blog]

🍵 (the perfect excuse for our next thread to go)

Ill Butler

    Despite falling ill, Dwyer wasn’t excused from his duties. He learned as much from his father, in which gave him an earful when he found out his son was absent that morning.

He was still to go about his mid morning chores such as scrubbing the Mess Hall. Knowing it’d be pointless to protest, he went about with a bucket in hand full of soapy water. The sponge lay atop the sloshing contents within the bucket. It was difficult carrying the supplies; a bug in his throat forced him to cough nonstop. Using the undershirt to cover his mouth, his fingers nearly slipped from the bucket.

Barely making it to the Mess Hall in one piece, Dwyer only set the bucket on the table before pulling up a chair. His everlasting cough never went away, but a headache began to blind his vision. Wracked with illness, he failed to notice the Maid place a cup of hot tea next to him.

@oficetribes​

[sapphiresovereign]

A Familiar Face || Flora & Chrom

For as many times as Chrom had encountered the Outrealms Gates, they never ceased to be a mystery to him. He had crossed time and space itself! Multiple times even. Dealing with such was quickly becoming the norm rather than fantasy, and yet again he would make the journey.

Long ago he had met Corrin and Felicia, not long before he met his trusted tactician in fact. So when he got word that a path to the mythical kingdoms themselves had opened, he wanted to make good on his promise to meet with Corrin again. Taking Eirika’s advice to try and forge alliances with these outside kingdoms.

It wasn’t long before he arrived at the other Lord’s castle door.

[sonofanohrian-blog]

In the Cold||Dwyer & Flora

@oficetribes

     If Dwyer had nothing to do, he’d be sleeping. To his pleasure, the Troubadour had nothing going on; no chores, no one injured, nothing. Not even attempting to stifle a yawn, he strolled out of the Mess Hall once the afternoon meal had been finished.

Taking a deep breath, he stretched. No one had been around, at least he thought so. He had a tendency to mutter to himself when alone. Today was no different.

“Lunch was pretty good. Could’ve been better, though.”

He didn’t feel the need to remind himself what was next on his agenda- a nap. Preferably sleeping in darker places, he set out for the nearest  place he deemed worthy of a suitable napping spot.

Once he found the spot, the Troubadour settled down in the corner. It didn’t take long for him to doze off. Little did he know, he wasn’t going to be a lone for so long.