#{ jeritza thread 01. }

[regnalastra]

swords collide

if there was ever something that never betrayed her she would always always say it was her sword. she lived and died by the blade and for good reason, it was the one thing that she had complete control over in her life. everything else in her life was ever changing— isaach, her family, sigurd’s army— none of it was ever something she could keep for herself. everything she was bound to lose.... except for the sword in her hand and isaach’s style of sword fighting that was so deeply ingrained in her mind.

that was why she had dedicated her life to the sword— and more importantly in the current moment become an instructor for the very same thing at the officer’s academy. upon hearing about the fencing instructor at the very same place, ayra knew she had to look into him.  she’d heard he’d had a wild fighting style himself and so she knew she had to get a spar or two in with him. while her own sword had ultimately become an extension of her hand, she knew she was not done yet in her growth as isaach’s princess— as one of the successors of the astra style.

luckily she catches him at the training grounds, stoic appearance and all. this was the perfect chance to ask for a spar, to see how her style of fighting compared to his. ayra approaches him out of nowhere, an action that was usually only reserved for her family. “professor jeritza, correct?” is as polite as she can get his attention. “you’re an instructor of the sword, aren’t you? how would you like to spar with me?”

@lualamina

[crestoflamine]

♗ @heiroftheslain​ // starter call.

mercedes has not the faintest idea of what an observatory is aside from what its name implies, and seeing as it’s open to the public, has a mind to investigate. more people frequent it at night than during the day, and she is soon to understand why. the second floor is dotted with several rather enormous telescoping devices, each of which providing a wonderfully close view of the stars.

they are all in use when she arrives, so she busies herself while she waits by looking at some of the other available floor displays. an interesting fact about the islands’ night sky here, a scientific model of the planet there. it’s all more advanced than anything she and hers were taught in fódlan — such is the power of unfettered human ingenuity.

someone she doesn’t quite expect to see is ascending the stairs when she turns to some other exhibit, and her face lights up in an instant. mercedes gently moves past several strangers to greet her brother properly.

❝ emile! you’re here, too! ❞

her smile is such that her eyes scrunch up a bit at the corners.

❝ this place is amazing, isn’t it? how have you been faring? ❞