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[verseandrhyme]

Mitama from FE:Fates (Revelations) | Golden Deer Student | Affiliated with TOA | Written by Vivi

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Portrayal Notes:

Mitama is from her solo post-Revelations ending. She stayed briefly in Hoshido following the war before leaving to travel. Eventually, she ended up at Garreg Mach, studied for a bit, returned to Hoshido, and is now back.

Mitama's second parent is unconfirmed at this time.

Unless otherwise discussed, or from separate paths, all canon supports will be considered at A Rank.

Random asks are fine and will be considered within the TOA canon unless otherwise indicated. Asks from ask memes will always be considered an AU unless they reference TOA related events.

Shipping: I am open to shipping but prefer it happens naturally over time and interactions. Due to past experiences, I will only ship with people I am close with ooc. Ship flavored ask memes are fine under the assumption our muses have some sort of dynamic and will be treated as an AU.

NSFW: I am not opposed to NSFW but I will only write it with people I am comfortable with ooc and it will be tagged accordingly.

The following subjects are likely to be referenced: child neglect, attachment issues. All subjects will be tagged appropriately as best as I can, please let me know if there's anything additional you would like tagged. For myself, I would appreciate if things related to needles and eye gore could be tagged.

[verseandrhyme]

i will be here, don't you cry

herald | any skill +1

[verseandrhyme]

If one were to gaze within the shimmering skin of an orb, the sight that would greet them would not be anything grand or majestic. In fact, it would seem to be almost ordinary. For what they would find in the orb (not too unlike those cherished by astral dragons) would be a simple home on a simple day.

Silence dominates the household this early on. The sun has risen, and yet life has yet to take control and bring the rooms to a buzz of activity. Or, that would be the case, if not for one little spark that had spluttered to life with the sun's early light.

Soft, sock covered feet pad against wooden floors, muffled by the sound of fabric dragging along behind it. When they reach their destination, there is a pause as tiny hands fumble about with their blanket-turned-cape to ensure they won't drop it. The door fights them a little, but eventually slides open enough for them to slip through.

(Their cape gets caught on the corner, but tugging eventually frees for their goal once more.)

Eventually, the long journey of tiny legs comes to a close as they find their still sleeping target. They stay quiet for a moment, watching, waiting, and then, as his chest rises once more, she strikes!

"Papa!" Mitama's little body jumps onto her sleeping father's form with a flurry of giggles and the drag of her blanket that she has brought along with her. "Papa wake up! You have been sleeping forever." Has he really? The little girl is quite convinced he was. Tiny hands settle on his chest and do their best to try and push him. "Up!"

@carefreemonk

[verseandrhyme]

what angel wakes me

mission board: anniversary 2025 | faith+1 | cont

[verseandrhyme]

She does not need to ponder his question for long. Her first response is an involuntary one. Before she can speak any words, a yawn is dragged out of her body and only muffled by her ducking her head into the crook of her arm. Tea sounds lovely, yes.

Rather than answer, Mitama rises to her feet and stretches out her back as much as she can from being hunched over the pond. "I am sure the frogs have their own way of dealing with it." She does not see any now, but she is certain they are there, beneath the surface. Do frogs sleep, she wonders? Surely...but she has never seen one either. Mitama shrugs. "They return every year, after all."

Much like the seasons, much like the frogs, and much like child to parent.

"Your office?" She asks as she begins to walk down the dock without waiting for him. The wood creaks under foot as she goes from the weight of thousands of students before them. "The dining hall is also an option, I suppose, but I find it far too noisy to ever be enjoyable."

[carefreemonk]

He wrinkles his nose.

“Ah, but are they the very same frogs? Or are they simply the progeny of those who perished before them…? Do frogs, or tadpoles, hibernate, I wonder…?”

A question for someone more interested in the science of it than Azama himself, for as much as he does appreciate and lean into nature’s wonders.

Although,

maybe it wouldn’t hurt him to read up on it in the case of an eventual next time. He’d been froggified once - who was to say it’d not happen again? Azama’s number of friends would, for better or worse, never outpace that of the folks he lived to pester on the daily.

(Often one could find overlap between the two but even still. The danger of the Froggening will ever lurk in the back of the monk's mind now.)

He steps into stride behind her, mindful not to be left behind in his curiosity-invited daze. The frogs could wait.

“My office it is, then. You are darn right in that it is loud - mealtimes especially, one must away with more care than the norm if you’re after a peaceful place to meditate…” He shakes his head. Not that wandering is bad for the soul, or that he’s against an extra little hike but… sometimes the convenience of a place nearby would be nice, no?

As he draws next to her in their walk back to civilization, Azama resists again the instinct to ruffle her hair. It’s so… there! Ripe for the ruffling!

… But he’s already had a few gifts granted him today, and surely stealing any more would be greedy of him.

(… Should he be greedy? Is that what Mitama needs of him, in the end, though she’d not found any more suitable an answer to his question than he? … … That’s something to ponder down the road, he supposes.)

“Actually, I have recently been testing a change in my blend… It leans just a touch sweeter, and I’m not convinced whether it’s for the better. Will you tell me your opinion of it, dear~?”

Yes. This, he hoped, would be a good place to start.

end!

[verseandrhyme]

in the cauldron boil and bake

Epidemic | Bow +1

[heriteur]

Surely she didn't mean to leave him at this beast's mercy?

Through the powerful gales kicked up by its wings, Diamant can see the bird lift higher into the sky—clearly rearing up for a dive. The king had strengthened his core and dug his heels into the ground as best he could; it was all he could do to keep from being knocked over in all this wind. But because of it, he was unable to move in time, left a prone target for the bird's—

"...Gah!"

—before he knows it, Diamant feels a lurch in his stomach, his alarm reflected in a surprised breath as the space around him contorts and disappears, the windy clearing warping into the same cluster of trees he'd been hiding in earlier. And standing amongst them...

Mitama.

"W-What was that!?" He asks in a harsh whisper, hand gripped tightly to his bow. "What if I hadn't known what to do, or something with your magic went awry?"

Diamant turns over his shoulder. The monster, its beak lodged into the ground where he once stood, now struggled to free itself from its own imprisonment. The very earth around them shook as it thrashed about.

Seeing his chance, the Brodian nocks and aims an arrow. "That could have been me underneath all that, you know."

And to the bird's wing joint, he shoots.

[verseandrhyme]

Oh, he is rather angry about this. That is a surprise.

"Then you likely would have died." Mitama admits casually enough. Death will come for everyone someday, and it would have indeed been rather unfortunate for her if that had been the place where it found him. Thankfully, it had not.

"But I do not doubt my magic unless given reason to. To do otherwise is to set yourself in a self-fulfilling prophecy." It is not necessarily a religious devotion that gives life to faith magic. Were that the case, none who walked outside the light of the Goddess would be capable of using it in Fodlan. The more concrete evidence in her mind, however, is the fact that her father is capable of using it at all.

Faith magic simply demands a faith in something. So long as her faith in her abilities does not waver, she will not allow any lasting harm to befall him.

"You did fine and are safe now, so I do not see the point in worrying." Has he not learned that professors are not as important to the Academy as they hope to be? That is a shame.

The beast recoils as the arrow pierces into it. Though still stuck with its beak in the ground, an attempt is made to curl and coil in their direction. Mitama hums thoughtfully as she prepares a different spell. "It would likely be wise to move elsewhere, now that it knows where we are." A fiery sigil begins to form above her palm as she concentrates on the spell.

[gentlenekomata]

Special delivery: pigeons at your service! | Sakura+Mitama

⤷ Anniversary 2025: flying +1

[gentlenekomata]

As she shifted her gaze over Mitama, Sakura noticed a slight discontent in her eyes, but the laugh she did shrugged off the bad vibes: was she imagining things? She wasn’t that sure, but at least she made a very special moment and remembrance with her, in a place she never imagined and with something that she wouldn’t believe to be so similar to the experience she lived with Mitama’s father, Azama. Everything seemed so connected that it almost felt like it was predestined as a meeting and as a task –but what Sakura did not know, was that not everything was as simple and easy as she thought.

The name she suggested was actually pretty cute for a pigeon and even the little guy seemed to enjoyed it, as it chirped soon after it heard the name pronounced by the young girl. “I think that it likes it!” Sakura replied in excitement, wondering what she actually hid behind the meaning of that choice. “Is that a particular reason why you chose that name?” she was curious, but of course she didn’t want to prick too much in what it might be private for the pink-haired girl.

“And since we’re practically done here, I think that we can… perhaps schedule a routine for taking care of the hatchery, if you’d like?” she was hesitant, knowing that it might be a coincidence for the two of them to be here together, but in her heart, Sakura believed that Mitama enjoyed her time together with her and even if it wasn’t exactly an incredible task, it was easy and cozy, especially if you liked taking care of animals.

“It could be our special moment” she lastly added, proud of being able to spend some quality time with a person she considered part of her family.

[verseandrhyme]

"There was no reason in particular." Would the name somehow been better if she had held them here for hours pondering over it? Mitama has never had a pet before, she has no experience with naming things or anything like that. Hasu was simply what came to mind in the moment, and if the bird and Lady Sakura thought it fitting, then she would not argue. At this moment in time, she has no reason to think that her and this bird will ever recognize each other again, after all.

Newly named and freshly tended to, Hasu lets out one last coo before flying off her shoulder and back up to the rafters. Mitama watches it silently for a moment before turning her attention back to the princess.

"A schedule?" Ugh. The last thing she wants is to repeatedly deprive herself of rest by giving herself more labour to suffer through. The birds are not that bad, but their appeal is nothing compared to the delight of staying in bed and letting the hours roll by while doing nothing.

But, unfortunately, greater than her desire to sleep is her aversion to the idea of disappointing. So, after a moment of silence, Mitama nods and does her best to smile. "I imagine I would like that quite a bit. Thank you for making time for me."

Who knows, if she persists long enough, perhaps she might even learn how to find that bird again. Only time will tell but, for now, she is happy at least for a new memory worth revisiting. "I am grateful, Lady Sakura."

end

[verseandrhyme]

what angel wakes me

mission board: anniversary 2025 | faith+1 | cont

[carefreemonk]

He slumps despite himself, just a touch, just a barely perceptible shift - what does she mean, she doesn't know either?? Is there really no hope in finding an answer, then?

Ah,

But he'd better not go putting words in her mouth again.

Mitama having an answer for him could have made things too easy, in any case. Azama suspects that to learn the answer to his question may be a journey, more of a marathon or a pilgrimage than a sprint, And that is quite all right, isn't it?

"Tea would make it better," he agrees with a pensive hum.

Problem: he has no tea at hand, and getting up to fetch some feels like it'd risk ruining the moment.

If this were Virato, he could just call someone to bring them tea. Laughingly promise to make it up to them later. (But if this were Virato, then Mitama. . .)

This isn't Virato. That Azama had died there. Virato had died, too.

"… Would you like to relocate for tea? Come to think of it, it may soon grow chilly out here." A pause, and then, a random thought: "… I do hope the frogs in the pond won't catch cold."

Never before had Azama cause to think of his amphibian kin before now.

[verseandrhyme]

She does not need to ponder his question for long. Her first response is an involuntary one. Before she can speak any words, a yawn is dragged out of her body and only muffled by her ducking her head into the crook of her arm. Tea sounds lovely, yes.

Rather than answer, Mitama rises to her feet and stretches out her back as much as she can from being hunched over the pond. "I am sure the frogs have their own way of dealing with it." She does not see any now, but she is certain they are there, beneath the surface. Do frogs sleep, she wonders? Surely...but she has never seen one either. Mitama shrugs. "They return every year, after all."

Much like the seasons, much like the frogs, and much like child to parent.

"Your office?" She asks as she begins to walk down the dock without waiting for him. The wood creaks under foot as she goes from the weight of thousands of students before them. "The dining hall is also an option, I suppose, but I find it far too noisy to ever be enjoyable."

[mxlusine]

no thanks for the invite

« infamous » — axe +1 — zephia & mitama.

[mxlusine]

She's a resourceful one, at least. Zephia can already begin to count the number of students she's met who would have tried to simply run through, as if speed and confidence alone would have slowed the blades long enough for them to make it past without getting axed. Fortunately, it seems they aren't the norm.

"No; that should remain your honor as a student," Zephia tuts, though not unkindly. "How can you expect to learn and grow if you remain so constantly coddled?"

Either she learns, or she doesn't—which will necessarily also mean that she will either accompany Zephia out of this little house with all her limbs intact, or she'll return to Garreg Mach in a little black bag.

(—which is to say, she will not be returning at all, because Zephia doesn't have a black bag, and she isn't exactly in the habit of carrying around dead weight. Literally.)

They step forward together this time, making their way through a hallway that seems to grow narrower as they proceed—until, finally, it becomes evident that one person might be able to squeeze through at once.

"Well," Zephia says, certainly not lacking in any amusement, "Would you like to go first, this time? In case there's another terribly difficult challenge ahead."

[verseandrhyme]

"Coddled?" The word sits oddly on her tongue. She is not quite sure how to feel about how it rolls off when knowing that it is a word that she feels hardly applies to her. Coddled children get to spend their life happy, at their parent's side. Coddled children do not fight in wars before they are old enough to even have a say in them.

With so many threats around them, she is hardly in the mood to pick at old wounds while she is at risk of new ones, so she does not comment on the word any further. Her expression, however, does become a bit more dour as she follows along behind the strange professor.

(Is it truly coddling she is worried about, or is the professor simply not capable in the way she wants them all to believe? Who knows. Not her, not right now, not unless she is interested in seeing temporary ally turned to foe.)

The hallway before them is…odd. As they make their way along, Mitama rests her hand on the wall and lets it drag along beside them. There is no thrum of magic behind the walls of the house, but the distant vibration of something far more mundane. Mechanical.

Who builds a house like this? Some people should really invest in different hobbies…

"If I must…" Which clearly, she must as the woman seems so uninterested in advancing. Rather than walk forward, Mitama turns to her side so that she may keep one hand braced and ready.

She takes a few steps through the tight space before pausing and turning to look back. "…is your chest going to fit?"

[ahnenstolz]

it's good to meet you.

siegbert & mitama.

[ahnenstolz]

His smile almost looks a little boyish, in the right light.

"I couldn't have asked for better, my lady," he answers, his gaze shifting away from the classroom's deep red banners to find Mitama once more. While a small part of him does find it a shame that they aren't all in the same house, he constantly reminds himself that he's here to study and to learn. It is blessing enough that he'll be able to see his friends at all, whether it's between classes or during meals.

"Thank you, Mitama. Truly. If it's alright with you, would you like to join me for lunch later? I shall see if I can get Caeldori to come as well. It can be..."

(Fun. A reunion. A homecoming of sorts, for those who have never quite known what home could mean beyond a realm far removed; who have learned that the same warmth can be found in kindred spirits and allies and friends.)

"...it will be worth missing some sleep for," he decides instead, giving her hand a brief squeeze before he pulls away to step towards his classroom. "I can come get you."

[verseandrhyme]

There is not a bit of hesitation to be found in her answer as Mitama nods almost immediately. "I would quite enjoy that. I will see if I might convince Midori and Soleil and the others as well." She does not imagine it will be difficult.

Though their time here together might be temporary, Mitama is quite glad to have any of it at all. It only suits, then, that they should strive to make the most out of it that they can. Look at her, being proactive. The others should be jumping for joy at such a display.

"I will hold you to it." Though her favorite thing in the world, she would fight through any amount of exhaustion if it meant the chance to see the smiles on the faces of those she cares for. In return, Mitama smiles and bows briefly to Siegbert before waving. "I will wait for you. Later."

Though today is a day unlike any other, Mitama cannot help but think to herself as she walks back to her dorm room that it is the most beautiful day that she has seen in a while.

end

[fellsparks]

Relaxing at the sauna…‎ / A place you'd like to visit…‎ ‎/ Potential training partners…‎ ‎

"My father travels quite a bit. It is not something I have had the opportunity to indulge in myself yet, but I would like to some day, to see all that there is to see in this world."

It's always fascinating to see other facets of the world, but Nel's begun to think that she's quite tired of traveling. From one world to the next, one nation to the neighboring one, tired feet trudging across various landscapes to the next battlefield... maybe it's a feeling that will pass with time, but as of now, she can think of no better feeling than to remain in the Monastery's employment for the foreseeable future. "Mm... I see. A reasonable desire, and one that many share." Fingers trace the rim of her own teacup idly. "I have seen much, yet it is also not enough. This is my first time enjoying the offerings of another nation altogether; Fodlan is not a country I was ever familiar with until recently." Coming from Elyos to a place where dragons are viewed differently... it's nerve-wracking to a degree, as it's hard to tell who will point a blade at her and who will simply turn a blind eye. A thousand years is not enough to understand the machinations of humanity, nor is it enough to see all that the world has to offer to her. "I would love to see more in the future, perhaps. I believe I could use some time to settle down in the meantime. I have heard of a place known as Valentia... as well as Ylisse, I believe it was." "Is your father at the monastery as well? From where do the both of you hail?"

[fellsparks]

There is a disconnect between them that shows glaringly in the manner that Mitama responds to the question posed about Rafal-- it causes her brow to twitch for only a moment, lips thinning into a line at the thought; the other half of their whole is not a dynamic of the manner she speaks, and there's a brief moment where she considers correcting it. In the end, however, she opts to simply let the topic go, because the next thing she hears is a bit surprising. She knows it shows in her face and the way that she freezes for a mere second. Never in a thousand years would she have guessed; had he ever mentioned a daughter, or had he been more secretive on the matter? Perhaps she'd forgotten? Their relationship had certainly been strained at best in this world. "I see. Rest assured, I will not place those burdens on you. Sins of your father are not yours to bear-- this I understand well." Were she to be held accountable for all of her father's crimes, she'd have never lived to this point; instead burned at the stake long, long ago. "It is a simple point of intrigue, nothing more. You will be judged as your own person, not an extension of Professor Azama." As it had been done for her thousands of years ago, when she first showed up at the doorstep of Lythos Castle. Either way, it's a moot point, and Nel's fingers trace the rim of her cup as she offers the smallest hint of a smile "You spoke of travel. I offer you a proposition. A tale of your Hoshido in exchange for a tale of my Elyos. Is this acceptable?" @verseandrhyme

[verseandrhyme]

"Good. I am glad to hear that we have gotten that out of the way." People insisted sometimes, and it always baffled her. What did they expect her to do? Find her father and demand he change his ways and apologize? How ridiculous. One might have more luck convincing a kinshi to nest in the muck.

She had thought that that would be the end of that, and that tea would be finished in silence. Or, perhaps, Nel might even storm off in a fury at her words. That was not impossible either. Instead, an offer is laid out on the table instead, and Mitama pauses with her teacup midway to her lips.

An exchange of stories...the poems that Mitama strives to write are ones capable of encapsulating a moment. Those moments need to be hers, not inherited second hand from another's experiences.

Still...those memories are moments of their own worth experiencing, no?

"Very well." After sipping her tea, she returns the cup to the saucer. "Let me take a moment and think...ah. Have you ever heard of a kinshi?"

end

[ruinedskys]

𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒)

[ mission boɑɾd: heɾɑld | sγlvɑin/mitɑmɑ | heɑvγ ɑɾmoɾ ]

[ruinedskys]

The neatly penned task list only grows a mile every time he wanders over to it. Spills, dishes, trash… one note talks about an entire dress and shoes that’d been left behind. 

Normally, Sylvain doesn’t enjoy a mess (his own personal life notwithstanding). Everything has a place, and every place needs to be properly organized. His room speaks to this, he thinks, which is better than most of the other rooms he sometimes stumbles into, where papers and dirty clothing and spare weapons scatter the floor. 

…this is different. 

Cleaning goddess-only-knows-what that’s half-rancid even in the mild winter sun is something he can do, but if someone else is here to do it too…

Whistling a cheerful tune, he begins making the rotations after lunch. The knights check their progress along their patrol routes every half hour - so Sylvain just needs to be in motion every quarter hour. “Looking good!” He says to a familiar pink haired woman where she works, ducking from one area to the next. "I'll swing by after I..." The sentence trails off, more taking space than one that's meant to be finished.

The room he picks has stacks of books that have already been organized, which is perfect for Sylvain as he positions himself to look like he’s working on them instead.

@verseandrhyme

[verseandrhyme]

Morning has arrived / the festivities ended / now we face horror.

It surprises her every year how those who attend the academy seem determined to leave behind as much of the Ethereal Ball as possible. Did they not realize by now that, inevitably, the more intense the night, the longer the work would be later when the monastery recruited the very same miscreants to tend to the cleaning?

Mitama had hoped to avoid participating in such an event, but she had not accounted for the fact they might hunt her down to her very room. After a great amount of nagging and pestering, she had finally emerged, unhappy as could be, to "assist" with the task.

This was…fine. She was no stranger to finding ways to convince others to assist her. There were complaints and scoldings and promises of next time, sure, but they all caved eventually.

All of them except her current problem.

She did not have any proof of it, necessarily. Sylvain flitted about as though he was quite busy indeed and yet, despite that, the mess did not seem to prove itself to be shrinking in any way. In fact, it seemed that the only progress being made at all was the paltry amount that Mitama was making. This would not do. Not because she cared about actually seeing this task done, but more because she knew she would never be allowed the bliss of sleep if they did not accomplish something.

Her eyebrow twitches at his assessment. Of the work? Of her? The sound of his whistling trailing off leaves her in a silence that sits for a moment, only to be broken by the clattering sound of the broom she throws to the ground.

"Sylvain." Mitama stands in the doorway of the room he has chosen with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. "I do not recall books being particularly relevant to the ball. Might you explain just why they need cleaning?"

[ahnenstolz]

gossip girl (garreg mach edition)

mitama, please help / they got my oats on whatsapp / my future is dark

« herald » — siegbert & mitama.

[ahnenstolz]

It is a bright and beautiful day. For many, the Ethereal Ball had lived up to its name, and it seemed almost as if some of its magic had lingered to carry over into the next day. For one prince of Nohr, however:

"…"

The messenger owl departs, and takes with it Siegbert's bright and promising future.

…Which is to say, two hours and thirty-six minutes later, Siegbert finds himself seated across from Mitama in the dining hall with his head hanging low. His breakfast has barely been touched; at most, he's been able to stomach a few berries, but even that had felt like a herculean effort. The reason sits on the table between them, an innocent enough looking piece of paper that has been neatly folded into a perfect square.

"…I," he says quietly, "might have to withdraw from the Academy, Mitama."

Because the letter, should it be opened, reads in nondescript handwriting: "I have a compromising video of what you did last night. Meet me at the Amiibo Gazebo after the sun sets today or else."

@verseandrhyme

[verseandrhyme]

"Well that seems a bit dire." Mitama answers without looking up from her breakfast. "You only just got here, it is far too soon for you to leave just yet."

Though she is lighthearted in tone, the abrupt subject does worry her. Siegbert had spoken of his decision to arrive here with the same gravity that he approached every situation placed before him. If he was already contemplating returning home…

She sighs as she neatly places her cutlery down on the plate. Clearly, the letter he has placed between them has something to do with it. She takes it up and opens it slowly, giving him every opportunity to object, before she scans over its contents quickly. Her expression darkens with every word that she reads.

"…oh, I see. Someone thinks themselves quite the comedian." Were they an idiot? Did they really think that they could get away with threatening a foreign prince as though it was nothing? Mitama huffs as she sharply folds the paper shut again. "Well, this hardly something worth turning tail over. Have you thought about how to address it yet?"

[verseandrhyme]

Despite his title, Siegbert still speaks with all the softness in the world. She wonders some days if that thought will ever occur to them, if status will finally dictate what can and cannot be shared between hearts wearing the same wounds. Perhaps someday. But today he continues to wear his heart on his sleeve and though he is royal, he bends his head for her simply because she asks for it.

"This is fine." She assures him, even if the idea of seeing if she could persuade him to his knees is tempting. The height is enough for her ideas. Soft hands slip out of his to settle on his shoulders instead, and that sweet and innocent smile persists. "I appreciate you worrying about my reputation. However..."

Like this, the gap to cross is not so big. It is not hard at all for Mitama to lean into his space, for her hair to brush against his face as she makes to whisper in his ear. "Next time, at least make it a rumor worth spreading." The two pronged attack concludes with a press of her lips against his cheek.

Just as abruptly as it had all begun, Mitama steps back and turns away with a laugh, going to fetch her bouquet up once more. She spares a moment to fuss with the flowers, exchange one of her lilies for one of his roses - how fitting! - before she is walking back to the ballroom again.

"If you are feeling better, we should return sooner rather than later." Her grin feels like the brightest star as she pauses by the balcony doors to look back at him. "Ideas can spread so easily, after all."

[ahnenstolz]

He—

...and, well—that's an apt way to put things, really. He, and then a resounding, deafening silence.

Mitama's lips are soft—he thinks they're soft; they're probably soft; they are soft, what is he thinking—and fleeting—as they should be, but; but!—and she smells very nice—not that he's sniffing her like some animal, but—and she's... she. Her.

Siegbert's hand is at his cheek the moment she withdraws, and it's difficult to tell if it's from shock or any desire to trap the ghost of her against his skin. He's more than experienced his fair share of kisses, mind! It's just—they had been laid to the back of a hand as a greeting, or just against the cheek as greeting. This had not been a greeting.

"M... Mitama, that is... um!" Oh. His tongue feels like it doesn't even belong in his mouth. Has he always had a tongue? He was born with one, wasn't he? Why is he finding it so hard to use it, then? "Y... Yes! I'm coming!"

He likes to think he walks more than scrambles, depending wholly on his years of training and fixing his gait to reach her.

Make it a rumor worth spreading.

...a rumor about...

—fin. / (to be continued.)

[verseandrhyme]

May 2026

Skill Points: 5 (105->110) Skill Ranks: Authority D, Flying B Claims: Rally Dex, Prayer Ring, Tactician, Alert Stance+ Classes Mastered: Armored Knight

Housekeeping:

Total Active Threads: 25 Total Completed Threads: 9+

break a leg - Laslow (dropped) +1 Authority

if you give a mouse a cookie - Ninian (dropped) +1 Authority

sweet dreams are made of these - Saizo (dropped)

scared yet? - Takumi (dropped) +1 Authority

eating sugar? telling lies? - Asugi (dropped) +1 Gauntlets -> Flying

I'm sorry soleil - Shigure

siegbert mini 01 - siegbert

she's just an oomf-in-law and she's on fire - Andrei

shiro mini 01 - shiro

various ball minis idk girl

[verseandrhyme]

run away with us for the summer

ethereal ball week 2 [sequester]

[heirjinto]

it's not as though he's ever attended one of azama's classes—and it shows, if not in his complete ineptitude for faith magic, then in the sheer fact that the classroom remains an unfamiliar sight.

until now.

shiro stands in the doorway, peering around the darkened room curiously before stepping in and closing the door behind him with a soft click. "your dad keeps drinks in here?"

funny thought. he can't even begin to imagine what lessons might be like.

shiro meanders to the wall that's been pointed out to retrieve the candle, bringing it with him to join mitama where she sits. he slides it over wordlessly, expecting her to light it. "here's a better question." he lets out a small yawn of his own—contagious things, they are! "how often do you camp out in here? does your dad know?"

[verseandrhyme]

Does he? Mitama is silent for a moment as she ponders Shiro's question, then shrugs. "I would assume so. We have not had a conversation about it, but I have made no effort to hide my presence here either."

If it is a problem on his part, she is unaware of it. And if it is a problem on the monastery's part...well, what they do not know cannot hurt them.

There are more important things to focus on right now. Mitama laughs softly and reaches across the darkness to call a small flame to life on the candle he extends towards her. The flame flickers, then jumps, casting a warm light over them and their little corner of the room.

"Do not get too excited. The drink in question is tea. Not very exciting unless you brought something from the ball with us."

Her father has a shelf in his office, decorated with various tea pots. Some had been lost during...incidents that had occurred in the past year or so, but the deep green one she got for his birthday still sits there neatly. Mitama takes that one down and grabs a random tea.

"As for how often...well, I see no reason to not use a convenience when I have access to it."

[verseandrhyme]

[ TEA ] - Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Some students, having anticipated a small selection, bought their own tea.

"I was unaware that rushing after other students to ensure their well-being was part of your role as house leader." What an unexpected visit. She might have also commented on the fact she would have thought a house leader too busy being important and peacocking to spend time on the peons below, but for the sake of keeping the event cordial, she keeps those words to herself.

Instead, she takes the offered cup with a smile and politely nods her head. "I hope that none of them are giving you too hard of a time."

The tea is pleasant, and honestly it is just nice to have something warm to drink this cold night. After finishing her sip, she slips a lily from her bouquet and offers it. "Let no one make the claim that the deer do not appreciate our leader." Though she laughs, there is a touch of sincerity to her words. After having been here for the time she has, she is quite certain that neither of the other houses would suit her as well as the Deer do. It makes for a good resting place while she is here, and she is grateful for that.

"And if anyone gives you problems tonight, do come and let me know." She wriggles her fingers playfully. "I would love to have you owe me a favour."

[diadic]

    “...? Mitama?” Had the shrine maiden rejected him?? When she doesn't take his flower, Leif's eyes widen, not sure what to make of it. But it's not as if she wasn't still willing to talk to him, so he doesn't think he messed that up?? Surely, she's not mad at him already, is she??

Was she telling him he needed to work for it maybe???

Umber eyes practically glue themselves to Mitama's smile in absolute bewilderment, trying to glean any further meaning from it, reaffirming to himself that is indeed a grin he sees.

“Alright,” he proceeds nevertheless with the demonstration. He points the device straight at Mitama. “Say whatever's on your mind. Or do something with your hands— move around. I'll capture what you do, Mitama.”

[verseandrhyme]

Though he does exactly what she asks of him, she still finds a low sense of disappointment bubbling in her stomach as he retreats behind the device. She hums thoughtfully in response to his directions, tapping a finger to her chin.

"This is much less enjoyable when it is a solitary endeavor. That is already a point in the device of previous year's favour." Still, she does not want to disappoint his expectations either. She is in no rush to make a spectacle or clown out of herself for passersby, so, after a moment of thoughtful consideration, she clears her throat and faces the lens with a smile.

"あなたは大切な友だちです。"

A pause to make sure it is captured and then, once satisfied, she nods. "You may keep that, if you like, but I would appreciate it if you destroyed it if you do not." She wonders just how long he might ponder that puzzle for.

"Come on, you must not want to spend all your time behind the device. Surely you want to make a recording of yourself too."

[ulircursed]

a color you've seen before

⤷ aphotic: riding +1

[ulircursed]

The image of that father solidifies further with her words, and Andrei finds himself searching his memory for a pink-haired older man walking the halls of Garreg Mach, healing staff never far from his hand and the marks of a war that he had dragged his daughter into deep in his mind.

His recollection comes up blank, but then again he had not met every single person in the monastery. And even if he were to meet the man in the future, he is hardly in a place to question utter strangers about their wartime decisions.

"I may or may not recognize your father when I see him, but in any case, I will keep your secret," he says, glancing up at her briefly, before his gaze skitters back towards the jar in his hands at her next question.

In lieu of an immediate answer, he gets to work spreading the dye powder upon the ice, watching as the color seeps through the crystalline surface to the fabric below. Surreal, yet still solid, still tangible. He frowns, eyes never leaving the ice, as he speaks.

"…No," Andrei says, "I do not believe it is a common occurrence."

If it is simply a matter of time behaving abnormally, one could make the case that the entirety of Garreg Mach is under the same condition, given all that he had experienced since shortly after his arrival. But with people like Leif and Seliph also walking the same halls, their age and Edain's lining up in a logical way, there is a simpler explanation.

"Perhaps I have misrepresented the situation. I am among those whom time has left behind, while it likely has progressed as normal for her."

He thinks of the few he had seen who were still of a familiar age range to him, his mind positing the same, creeping hypothesis it always had before, one that he doesn't dare voice. Instead, he finishes the last corner of the fabric, forcing himself to meet Mitama's gaze once more.

"There are too many from my homeland here in Fódlan, some in a situation similar to my own, but most to hers. I would ask you, in turn, to keep what I have told you in confidence."

[verseandrhyme]

If Andrei recognizes her father based on Mitama's appearance alone, she would be quite surprised. The stars that shine in recognition of another are only half on display. She would be quite surprised to learn that Andrei has earned the honour of that starry sky in his time here.

In place of discouraging his eagerness, she focus her attention on their task once more, dutifully prodding and adjusting the chunks of ice until every inch of the area that could be covered with the dye is.

"Your experience is different to that of ours then." What a shame. It would have been nice to find someone else who might have understood their experiences.

“Where I have traveled from, there are a select few capable of accessing a magic that can weave time, but it only ever accelerates. As a result, there are those that have lived life far faster than the rest of the world.”

There is no direct harm in confessing to what she has lived that she can see beyond a loss of faith and reputation. Still, her own subjection to said magic remains under lock and key for now. She is not fool enough to bare her heart simply when asked, she has seen what burns and wounds can be left behind from such recklessness.

“Needless to say, your secrets will be kept in exchange for the same. I have no interest in having personal history shared for all the world to hear without my say so.”

With no ice left to fidget with, Mitama finally stands up from their task. She brushes stray blades of grass away from her knees, then settles with her hands on her hips to properly survey their final work. “We will need to wait for the ice to melt before we can continue with any of this." They could waste the time away watching the ice slowly grow smaller and smaller, but Mitama would very much prefer doing something enjoyable with that time instead.

"Shall we go back for now? If they have drinks or even food on offer for us, I would not be adverse to such an opportunity."