#stumblingsumia

[kyrielles]

@stumblingsumia

“Sumia?” Nah shuffled her feet, a little nervous about the question she was about to ask--she hoped the other wouldn’t be mad. “Can I ask you something? Just why is Cynthia so set on sitting on my head while I’m in dragon form?”

[auspicious-magician-blog]

aeronautics

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Miriel was not incredibly fond of horses.

So, unsurprisingly, she had been less than pleased to hear that she would be accompanying Sumia in the next battle. The advantage to pegasi was their ability to fly -- no doubt the mage was going to end up riding along, clinging to Sumia with one hand and her tome with the other. How humiliating.

And, yes, here they were, much too high above the battlefield for Miriel’s liking. She couldn’t help but mutter something about how this ought to have been rehearsed, practiced, but the wind swept her words away as soon as they left her mouth. “...Sumia, in Naga’s name, how do you fight in these conditions?” she tried this time, louder. “This is ludicrous!”

[valorandgold-archived]

Fall Winds || (Closed Starter for stumblingsumia)

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Prince Chrom wasn’t lying when he said this place looks rather gorgeous during the fall, Ephraim thought to himself. I just feel fortunate he was so hospitable, particularly being as lost as I am. The teal-haired Prince of Renais in the land Magvel sighed as he lay back in the grass which was covered with a variety of orange, yellow, and brown leaves fallen from the trees, cool air causing vapors of his breath to be visible. There was still a lot he didn’t understand about this ‘Outrealm’ and how he wound up here in the first place, but hopefully he’d be returning to Renais soon. 

Still, Ylisse had proven to be a nice place, and he’d made good company with the Shepherds in his, so far, brief time here.

“...Hmm...reminds me of those chilly days in Grado...” Ephraim reminisced, thinking aloud. “Eirika, Lyon, and myself...things were so pleasant then. Come to think of it, I haven’t had many peaceful moments like this lately...”

[silverhairedstrategist-blog]

(stumblingsumia) "We have to press on, come on."

♛❚❙❘ HE RUBBED HIS eyes quickly, trying to pick up the pace with his steps. Perhaps he should've taken the others' advice when they old him to sleep. . . Gods, it was freezing, but there was no time to waste. Gripping his coat he responded,  ❛ Of course. . . I'm glad to see you're powering through, Sumia. ❜

[oliviapinkdancer]

A Helping Hand (Olivia and Sumia)

The wind seemed to have picked up a little and the air had that distinct warning scent of a storm. No telling if it was going to be strong or just a nice little shower, but there was not doubt rain was on its way and it appeared the Shepherds knew it. Some were taking practice weapons in to put them away and others were making sure laundry was taken off the lines.

Olivia was near the stables, so she decided she could offer her help there. She did love visiting the non human friends anyway and felt they needed to be just as ready for the storm as the Shepherds did. 

Just as she walked into the stables, she heard a crashing sound and ran inside to see what happened. She found Sumia trying her hardest to hold up part of the shelf that held the saddles. 

“Oh my goodness, Sumia, are you alright?!” she asked as she quickly made her way over and removed a few of the heavy saddles to the ground so the Pegasus knight could readjust the shelf. 

[ylisseanblueblood-blog]

stumblingsumia:

“Good. It’s good to see you still training, even with the threat of war no longer looming. I for one can’t imagine not training.”

At the answer to her second quesion, Sumia burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it; Chrom was so funny when he became flustered. She soon composed herself to give him a proper response.

“The training lances aren’t that fragile, Chrom! Perhaps you’re too strong to handle them. Did you ever think that?

“Oh, relax. I’m only jesting with you, Chrom. I’m sure I have a few spears that I could spare. Care to follow me to where I keep them?”

❝Oh, but they are,❞ the prince argued weakly, running out of excuses. Sumia wasn’t the first one to come up with with this explanation, but Chrom was adamant on not believing it. Surely, he wasn’t the cause so many weapons broke ? Never during the war had he had trouble relying on the blades he was wielding, even when he wasn’t using Falchion. These training spears were fragile, period.

But even though Chrom really wanted to keep defending himself - gods forbid if this unfounded rumor kept spreading because of today’s incident -, he was even more relieved to know it could go unnoticed for now, thanks to the pegasus knights’ large inventory. Hopefully, these would handle a day or two in the Shepherd’s training room.  ❝Of course,❞ he nodded, motioning her to lead the way. A crooked smile made its way on his face when the swordsman realized that this would not only be a good opportunity to check on the knights’ field, but also to maybe, finally get to catch up with Sumia who he hadn’t seen in what seemed pretty long now.

[levin-swords]

breakfast

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Exhaustedly dropping himself onto one of the benches in the mess tent, Trikey couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh as he looked at the food in front of him. Some sort of oatmeal, probably... they’d have to stock up on rations next time the Shepherds stopped in a town. The tactician had stayed up far too late working on battle plans for the past few nights and had nearly forgotten to take care of his other duties, leaving the militia with, well, very few options for meals.

Only then did he realize that there was someone else at the table. Blinking slowly at the person seated across from him, it took Trikey a minute to identify said person as Sumia. “Oh, gods, sorry,” he apologized, rubbing at his face to wake himself up before giving the pegasus knight what small smile he could manage. “I didn’t even see you there... guess I should take the hint and get some more sleep.”

[ylisseanblueblood-blog]

stumblingsumia

He was too rough, he was too reckless, he was too passionate, he didn’t know his strength... Chrom had pretty much heard it all - he was still willing to argue that training lances shouldn’t snap after a couple of strikes on a training dummy. He had missed training at home, and not in some improvised training ground mid-campaign, but he regretted the days when they could only afford to bring the best gear, and, well, his weapons lasted at least the whole session.

Wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his end after a satisfactory workout, he lazily dragged all the equipment back into the storage room, making a mental note of opting for quality over quantity - at least for the Shepherds section. It wasn’t like there were any beginners around here. He sighed seeing the small number of practices spears remaining, and quickly decided he’d go check on the pegasus knights’ section to see if he couldn’t borrow a couple of lances while they waited for the next convoy refill. He’d take a bath and have lunch after.

It wasn’t too long a walk, getting to the pegasi stables, but Chrom managed to think over his schedule for the next few days and figure out when he’d take the time to train. As much as he liked to claim he wanted to stay in shape, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to blow off a little steam on a daily basis and just stop thinking too much for an hour or so. There was a vaguely nostalgic feeling that came with it.

He was more or less thinking it over when he turned the corner of what he remembered to be the pegasus knights’ weapon vault and almost ran right into a familiar figure. ❝Oh, hi, Sumia,❞ he greeted, taking a clumsy step back to avoid bumping into her last second. ❝I haven’t seen you in some time. Are you still training here ?❞