guys theres more from yesterday morning too!
LISSA WEARS ARMOUR! as soon as she starts training with frederick, she drops the more dainty look and goes more with armour. she still wears a skirt, but it's a lot shorter and actually allows for movement! she also wears leggings under it, which she then strengthens by finding a pair of strong boots.
chrom ran away when he was about 12 or 13 ish, and he just. Disappeared without a trace. emm was worried sick, but the men she asked to look for him never found him, only parts of his clothes (which he had discarded)... when that old couple found wee chrom, they asked where his family was and if he was lost; to which he responded, through tears, that he didn't want to go home and that his family didn't seem to care about him, at all! the couple ask him if he's sure, and if he lives nearby - he stares up at them and nods his head, yes, he was sure... then he asks them where "we" are. the old lady was taken aback by him using "we" there, but responded by saying "your new home, if you'll stay with us..."
they took him to their house, where the three of them lived happily and contently since then. but on the day they brought him home, she tells him to check out his room and just explore their humble abode - and the old man, once chrom went off to look around, told her "don't you recognise this boy's hair colour? i think he's from ylis-"
"of course i do, dear, but the lad was clearly cast aside in one way or another... didn't you see how distraught he was? what did we hear about happening over there recently, again... some kind of accident?"
"so we're to pretend he's not from the haildom? that we don't know his origins?"
"yes, we are. but we will need to do something about his hair if we want to protect his identity. he'll remember, but nobody else will recognise him immediately that way."
young chrom was more than happy to let them make him look more like them, as even though they had only known him for a week at that point - he thought of them as his family. they also noticed the brand of the exalt when they checked him, making sure that he wasn't badly injured, and they audibly gasped. "w... what's wrong?"
"oh! it's nothing, dear! you're alright! no injuries that i can see!"
"huh, well, thanks! uh..."
"you can call us whatever you feel comfortable with! we don't mind."
"o-oh. okay. well, thanks again, m.. mum!"