"Ricken, I have need of a Wind tome. If you have one, give it to me."
"Oh, ok, sure thing. Here you go. Say, what do you need a Wind tome for now anyways?"
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"Ricken, I have need of a Wind tome. If you have one, give it to me."
"Oh, ok, sure thing. Here you go. Say, what do you need a Wind tome for now anyways?"
Hungry like the Wolf ll Henry, Libra, Tharja
Henry had o-so-discretely found Libra and Tharja at dinner that night and instructed them to meet him beyond the edge of camp an hour after sunset.
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Henry waited quietly in the dark alone for a long time. He held a basket under his arm and several tightly bound cloth wraps on his back. Claret and Cruor bounded back and forth silently at their mother's feet, playfully chewing on each other, their leashes, and even Henry's cape.
The Sun Is Going Down ○ Tharja and Emmeryn
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"…I know you don’t remember your life from before, but I think you should know that your brother allowed me to join the Shepherds because of you. He said you would have trusted me."
"So if anyone gives you any sort of trouble, just let me know."
Emmeryn's heart swelled at Tharja's words. She didn't know much about this mage - or anyone in the camp, for that matter - but she saw genuine kindness in her dark eyes. And to hear that Chrom had said such a thing - that made her happy beyond words.
"Thank... you..." Emmeryn's vision blurred with tears and she quickly brushed them away. "Ah, no... trouble."
"So you're here, are you? How are you feeling?"
Touched that Tharja would worry about her, Emmeryn could only smile.
"I am... well..."
Fitness Fun || Frederick and Tharja
The Henry fiasco had taken it's toll on Frederick, but with minutes to spare before his workout session with his dear friend Tharja, there was no time to waste. Having temporarily assured himself of Henry's safety, he made way to the one place he knew he could find the sorceress: her tent.
"Oh, Tharja! Are you prepared for our session?"
Without waiting for a response, he continued to speak. "I unfortunately have not had the time to put much thought into the exercises themselves... So I have a plan to help you start easy."
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Tharja poked half of her face out, carefully keeping the flap of the tent close to her. Behind her, in the darkness of her tent, something seemed to be glowing a sick green. “Frederick,” she said with a sneer. “I wasn’t planning on coming to your session. I’m busy with other things. Important things.” She pointedly glanced over her shoulder.
“Am I correct in assuming you’re going to cajole me into attendance anyway?”
Ignoring the sickly light with the best of his ability, Frederick focused his attention on the woman before him. He cleared his throat yet again, standing even taller.
"Important things, you say? More important than your health? Remember what I told you last time, Tharja. A sound body leads to a sound mind! Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour is as it says! Only an hour. Couldn't you squeeze in the time?"