#support: leanne

[filthtouched]

ever after | niles & leanne

He must be dreaming.

Dreaming, or drugged, or finally—and quite unfortunately—dead. He feels the sharp edge of his teeth when he runs his tongue over them, so no, not dreaming. He can take in the rest of his surroundings with about the expected clarity, so not drugged, either. That leaves him with the inevitable: that somehow, at some point in time, Niles has died in Garreg Mach Monastery.

Probably. He’s never really given much thought to if the dead can still feel things as spirits, or if spirits even exist.

Because here, right before his very eyes, is a woman. Slender. Petite. The longest, fairest blonde hair he’s probably ever seen in his life, and gentle green eyes to match. And, right, he can’t forget the kicker: she has wings.

“Well, fuck,” he says, elegant as always. “If I’m being honest, I expected more of the horns and spiked tail. Maybe a firey trident, just to complete the look.”

@serenegaldr

[making-dough]

Lost and Found - Farina & Leanne

On orders to search the surrounding settlements for signs of infection, your party comes across a lone farmhouse. The woman who answers the door seems nervous, and you can see toys scattered about, but no sign of a child. She allows you inside to search, but you can’t help but feel that she’s hiding something. [Grants Authority +1]

♠  ~ Even Farina had to admit that it was a bit weird to feel relieved at finally being mobilized for a mission. Especially if it was for an over glorified search and investigate mission. Oh, there was all that noise about some weird crazy plague and villagers going all coo-coo crazy but eh, details. She'll figure it all out when she gets there.

What was more concerning to her right now was that she was actually feeling relieved that sanity won out and they weren't sending students and squires into the fray for this one. Was she actually starting to feel concern for these kids?

The mercenary couldn't help but shake her head a little in dismay. Man, she must've been doing this 'professor' gig for way too long. She was starting to go soft. In fact, she could almost hear that word follow her the whole way up.

A soft, whisper-y voice trailing on the breeze. 'Professor.' 'Professor.' It didn't seemed to be going away. Actually, hold up. Was she just maybe a little bit haunted? The purple-haired mercenary gave a nervous sidelong glance at her surroundings. A dreary forested path where you practically watch those great big shadows creeping in. If there was a better setting for a ghost story, she hadn't seen one yet.

No. That's stupid. What was she thinking? Ghosts. Ghosts weren't really a thing. Still, though, who on earth was it that was trying to get her attention? "Alright, what is it?", Farina grumbled, turning around quickly at the next mention of that word, fixing the speaker with a disgruntled glare. "This had better be good. I'm a busy gal, ya kn-"

The words died at her throat. She recognised her. Well, uh, not personally. Farina had made it a personal policy not to get too close to anyone. But she could recognise that long, beautiful, flowing hair and that pair of pristine white wings from a mile off. They were pretty hard to miss.

"Wait, hold on.", she whispered, stepping closer towards the winged woman, any trace of hostility in her voice quickly vanishing. "I know you. You're, uh..." Uh, what was it again? Lianna? Lene? Leygance? Barigan dang it, she was just awful with names. Never mind. Not important. "...A student, aren't ya? Well, what brings ya ou-No, wait. How are you out here? Didn't you get the memo? Big, giant crazy plague goin’ around. Stupid dangerous. Don't go anywhere without staff caterin’?” Well, some folks might have been able to bend that rule a little but she doubted whether Lean? here could pull it off. Those giant pair of wings were just more than a little conspicuous. 

And really now, this whole situation was tense enough without adding a cosplayer on top.

@serenegaldr

[fellsparks]

From the eaves of the training ground she watches that lance so easily slice through the air. It leaves her stomach feeling like a rock at the bottom of a lake. Her lip is turned upward and she simply finds herself too curious not to ask.

The songbird's voice carries on the wind before her steps bring her to the dragons side. "Why is it you use these weapons?" For as graceful as each strike with them was... she found it exceedingly odd. One could mistake it for an art in and of itself, she thinks.

"Does it bring you peace to?" The way her thoughts sung of closeness despite the lethality held behind that blade... she wanted to understand it.

It's easy to become lost in the repetitive swings of her lance, the pleasant burn in her limbs after hundreds of motions reminding her that there's a greater purpose to all of this. As a Fell Dragon, it's not a matter of simply staying in shape; these things come easier to her kind than humans, dense muscle evident in the slope of her arms and thighs-- from a mix of natural propensity and a lifetime's worth of war. For with every ounce of strength that Nel could retain, it meant a chance at defending those who were destined to usher in a better future. That was never her role. It was never her fate to be the hero, or to herald the beginning of a new age. And she'd have it no other way, than to simply care for those who care too much for everyone around them and not enough for themselves. It's sudden, the interruption to her serenity. And it causes her to lower Represailles, pivoting on her heel in search of the source-- the source that she can't understand, despite the clarity of the voice. The woman that makes herself known brings a hint of curiosity to Nel's features, a quick adjustment of her hands lowering her lance to her side. "Pardon?" She begins, tilting her head to the side slightly, one hand coming up to wipe some of the sweat from her brow. "I am afraid to say that I do not understand."

[last-true-knight]

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first impressions with levail! | closed

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ●●●○○ | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●○○○ | LOYALTY ●●●○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

(POR/RD spoilers)

How can Levail face a woman of Serenes? For so long, he has marched under Begnion's banner, knowing that what his country did was wrong, unwilling to take any meaningful stand against it.

Levail wants to learn about the laguz. The herons most of all. But he has long forfeited his opportunity to be her friend.

[swiftlance]

Leanne's heart skips with joy when she sees her comrade and friend Nephenee. It is interesting and somewhat unexpected to see her here; the young woman was not a soldier by choice, initially, but frequently helped Queen Elincia when she needed it. Perhaps she wanted to see the world outside, or heard how many of her comrades had taken up residency at Garreg Mach.

"Nephenee!" Regardless, she is quite excited! Leanne presents her with the bag of cookies one of the kitchen attendants so kindly helped her bake. "It is so good to see you! How have you been?"

There ain't nothin' like sittin' under the shade of a tree.

Nephenee sits propped against a gnarled old trunk, book draped across her lap. It details common lance techniques found all across Fodlan, including step-by-step pictures of different forms. A kind-hearted older knight had lent it to her after Nephenee asked for ways to improve her skill.

Mouth moves silently over the words. Readin' didn't come easy; sure, she knew her letters, but that don't--doesn't--mean she's a scholar.

Her head snaps up at the call of her name. She squints into the sunlight a moment, face lighting up in recognition. "Hello, Leanne! Wha--oh, thank you kindly." Nephenee accepts the offered cookies, cradlin' them gently. "Been fine. I didn't know you were here as well."

[radiantinheritor]

"Oh, Lor--Si--Ike! Hello!" Leanne remembers Ike's disdain for titles a little too late, but she catches herself at least! It is wonderful to see him again. Garreg Mach seems a place that will meld well with his spirit, and he's already got some of the people dearest to him here! "I am so happy to see you! It seems as if I will be a student underneath you. I shall do my best!"

At this point Ike would have to let go of the idea of being alone here. Not that he minded, of course, its just hard to be shocked at a sudden reunion after running into Leanne of all people at a combat school.

Yet it made sense, in a way. After what the Herons had gone through...

And Leanne herself certainly fit in with the monasteries architecture. Ike couldn't help but smirk at the idea of how many people would mistake her for some kind of temple priestess.

"Look who it is! Good to see you, Leanne. So you're thinking of picking up the sword, huh? I wont lie to you, its going to be some hard training and I wont hold back if it means sending you into the field unprepared."

[little-miss-manakete]

[ eat ]

Growing up, Nah ate a variety of foods, some less edible than others. She did what she had to in order to survive, and sometimes that meant eating leaves, roots, or sometimes even weeds. No wonder she had stomach problems constantly as a child.

Outside of the walls of the academy, there were a few scenic spots to just relax after a long day studying and training. That’s exactly what Nah was doing one day after class. The wind was gentle yet present all the same. She wasn’t bothered by the slight chill in the air. In fact, it felt nice. Her uniform did wonders to keep her warm. Although, in the heat, it could be sweltering.

Having access to proper meals was nice, but something about about the food that came straight from the earth, unaltered, always drew her in. Perhaps it was the nostalgia from her childhood, despite how bad it may have been. 

Whatever it was, Nah was munching on a leaf, somewhat out of habit when she noticed someone approaching. A woman with white wings like that of a bird’s was walking towards her. With a mouth full of green, she smiled at the woman.

“Would you like one?” Not thinking about how odd of a food choice it was and in turn, how odd of a question, Nah asked the angelic woman innocently, with a leaf in her hand.