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Lurking was not usually considered a good way to meet people. Niles, however, was not terribly concerned with being usual. He’d been prowling around the training grounds for a while now, and finally he spotted someone who seemed interesting.
“...Evening.” He didn’t bother announcing his presence, simply sneaking up on the young man and speaking rather close to his ear. “Artur, isn’t it~?”
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The whistle had caught Titania’s attention first, turning her head to meet the noise. Vanessa followed, squinting to get a better sight of the approaching figures. Her vision was fine, it had to be good to be a sky knight, but it was a hot day and the heated air was obscuring her view should she look too far.
The pegasus’ wings perked up, almost as if they were bristling, matching the discomfort of her rider. Regardless, Vanessa fights mildly with the mount to move closer, a biting tone ready on her lips.
“Excuse me, who are you to talk to a soldier of Frelia like this?”
It was clear she was young, but she spoke with trained maturity. She wasn’t a knight, not yet, not even a soldier. They didn’t have to know that.
“I’m Valter, House of Weiss,” the boy purred, running his fingers through his shoulder-length hair. “Trust me -- I’m kinda a big deal. I can talk to just about anyone how I want to, ‘cept for maybe the emperor himself.”
He smiled nervously at her mount, starting to feel a little bit nervous despite himself. At least he was better than Walter, who refused to get more than 40 paces close to the beast at any time. “A.... And who’s this? He’s quite beautiful... Did I happen to mention that I LOVE horses?” he lied.
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Ephraim had wandered off to due to his stalwart boredom. His father tried to keep him preoccupied with his studies, but the mounds of motionless books in the library didn’t appeal to him at all. Oh, no. Ephraim was a wild child who needed to run and play. He slipped away from his father’s retainers and ran through the magnificent gardens by his own whim.
He notices the other boy and smiles brightly. He’d needed a playmate. By that regal attire, he’d guessed that the kid was a prince, just like him. Maybe they could build on that. If things worked out, he’d have to introduce him to Lyon, too!
“My name’s Ephraim!” he proclaimed, excited at the prospect of a new friend. “And this garden’s awesome! A sandy garden is way better than my father’s boring shrubbery one! Don’t you think so?”
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"Hey, Rath?" Mark called out meekly, giving the much more stoic man a nervous grin. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but uh... what's Sacae like? You know, Lyn seems to have loved her home so much, but I don't really want to dredge up bad memories by asking her, but I'm just so curious, and I kinda just... y'know, figured you might... be able to tell me... something..." His voice trailed off awkwardly, eyes looking pleadingly at Rath's. The eye contact was quickly broken as Mark's eyes began darting around, searching for anything but Rath to look at.
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“Wait...this looks like home.”
Joshua couldn’t believe his own eyes. Never did he imagine that he’d be able to see the golden sand of his homeland Jehanna again! But something felt different, sure it was Jehanna. That much was true. But was it HIS Jehanna. Determined to find the truth, he set out for the palace. It was the best place to start if anywhere.
As he approached the main hall, boots filled with sand and throat parched Joshua came upon an all too familiar sight. Himself.
“You’re...me...”
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❝ how curious... to see a Monk in times such as these. surely your faith has been challenged. does the magic ever fail you? your faith oughtn’t waiver, if you must dispose of these vile creatures... yet they must make you wonder. my apologies, Brother, please... would you offer a prayer for me? ❞
🐣, for Vanessa and either Valter or Walter? :v
“V... Valter, I-I don’t think this is a good idea--”
“Oh, shut up and just play along, you pussy,” Valter snapped with a harsh glare. “This time it’ll be be different. These ones fly. They’re practically birds. Now relax and follow my lead.”
The two teenage twins sauntered up to the girl training on the back of her pegasus in the open, with Valter looking confident and cocky with Walter trailing faaaar behind, looking scared shitless. He just knew this wouldn’t end well.
He was right.
Valter whistled to get her attention, waving her over. “Hellooooo!~ C’mere, hot stuff! We just wanna chat, okay? Honest.”
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Valter’s lips were pressed into a thin, disapproving frown.
“I consider myself a man with an attractive physique, but, ah...” He winced. “Perhaps I could use a bit more... mass... in the, er... derriere region.”
