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Flayn immediately moves to look at what little of the cover she is shown, perhaps too quickly and close for proper propriety but here was a fellow connoisseur of literature - certainly he would understand!

"So the stories are both recorded and written by Captain Delta himself? What an amazing person!"

Her previous point seems to only be further proven by the next detail given. Ocean depths?!

"He is not only able to swim the ocean but dive beneath it as well?! How in the world... has he fins perhaps, or even gills?"

٠ ࣪⭑ Cucumber was once again surprised to meet someone who didn't immediately berate him on how much he loved books and reading. It was kind of weird for him... but he was happy all the same.

It just happened to be his favorite pastime, and he loved to share it with anyone who'd give him an ear to hear about it.

"O-oh, yeah!" He chirped, showing the girl his book, the cover featuring a little painting of ships on an ocean. "It's a captains journal, called 'The High Skies and Low Seas'." He opened the page back to where he had left off, smiling wide.

"H-his name is Captain Delta, and he's been to a lotta places. But I like reading about the sea life and ocean depths he recorded." Riveting stuff, truly.

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Byleth’s smiles are few and far between and Flayn is just beginning to grasp onto some interpretation of each, but her heart warms at the professor echoing her well wishes all the same. She steps closer so that they might converse more naturally and nods thoughtfully at the other’s explanation of this world. So they were far from Fodlan, indeed then… Flayn’s face falls at the confirmation even as she takes pride in the fact Byleth too refers to the continent as home; yes, surely they could return together one day.

“There are others here that do not hail from this world? How mysterious. I cannot say I am entirely comfortable with the prospect of being swept away so, but I am curious to meet such souls.”

Peering up at Byleth, Flayn considers that perhaps the other has already made such acquaintances. She always has had a way with people! A draw, as Flayn once compared to the ocean’s waves.

She is about to ask if Byleth has found comrades here when her next question gives her pause… for what Flayn remembered last was their beloved home and monastery just holding on at the beginning of what was sure to be a grueling war. One started by Byleth’s own student no less!

“…Seteth is as dedicated to the church and its people as ever, but even he grows weary; I, professor, I do not know how to say this but… Fodlan’s past history has returned in a dark way. The Empire has declared war against the Church and any nation that remains faithful – even now Edelgard’s armies march through neutral territory and claim it as their own.”

Ah, confound it! She had even named their greatest enemy. Flayn shakes her head and attempts a comforting smile, reaching for Byleth’s hand; “but you returned to us after falling in battle. And Lady Rhea is alive, we are sure of it. In fact, we were about to all go take back the monastery and go in search of her when I found myself here.”

Her smile turns down a bit, worried, as she adds “I wish I had better news to bring you, my friend. But still we are together and I am sure together we can remain strong.”

⚔️ // hesitancy bent a knee and gave way to something of an eager and wistful gleam in the professor's eye. shadows of harrowed things and the whispers of a river of time byleth wished she could RENOUNCE simply could not last , basking in flayn's light. for that flayn greeted her so fervently was a candle of hope in and of itself , and although it was yet unclear to byleth just WHICH strand of time now crossed her path , there was certainly never mistaking her dearest friends and allies : her beloved students.

"it's ... a relief to see you too , flayn." despite her own flame wistfully flickering in the wind ( the clouds of past storms still lingered deep within , as it were. ) , byleth could not find it within herself to meet the girl's effervescence with anything less than that small truth at least. that time had once again crossed their paths even here , well . . . perhaps the goddess did work in mysterious ways , for byleth's path always seemed to entwine with the starlit souls of her allies. their presence and voices alone made her uncertain course just a bit clearer.

"i suppose it's a little complicated to explain. though , i'm sure you know well enough we are far from fódlan." byleth need not look to the sky to know the blue sea star did not shine down upon them here. still , putting that truth into perspective was paramount. "this isn't exactly the only world that's like this. and as far as i know there's no easy way to return home , either. the tower you just came from doesn't have an entrance."

"...but i'm —... it ... warms me , to see you safe. truly." hand to heart. new words lingered at the tip of byleth's tongue only to falter there just shy of becoming known. selfishly she almost wished to hold on to this moment until time's end. ruefully , she yearned to know if such good tidings could really be true. that perhaps by some strain of fortune and blessing byleth might have been reunited with a friend at long last. ( byleth cursed war and all that it brought with itself , including to question familiar faces as friend or foe. in turn , she decried (the heart) the mind that now knew the difference. )

"—what do you remember last? before finding yourself here , i mean. is seteth well?"

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Flayn found the concept of a café itself entrancing, to be able to see so many people come and go peacefully all with a view and smell of the sea (not to mention perhaps something delicious to eat or drink). What a marvelous idea! She truly could not get enough of the ambience of the place.

Today, however, she shifted a bit nervously upon her usual seat; her infectious smile still there but hidden a bit by the solemnity she felt Elias’ art only deserved.

“Oh, please do not apologize. The fact you are willing to go so far to me is a gift itself, you see – back where I am from we also have connected divination and tea but never have I been able to experience it myself.”

She sympathized too with the flow of aether turning her magic to an unfamiliar pulse inside her but kept that to herself for now, nodding at the next question.

“Yes. Please let me know if you need anything else from me. If not… well then, I look forward to watching you work.”

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He sat at a chair on the patio of a cafe in Seaside, making finnicky adjustments to the setup of teacups, bag of leaves, and teapot before him and his guest. It had been awhile since he did a reading of tea leaves. It had been taught to him that the ceremony of it all was important. He didn't put much stock into this kind of art himself--in truth he didn't actually consciously use a divination spell to make tasseography work-- but it was a parlor trick that made a lot of other people happy. So he learned it from his master.

"I apologize for not being able to do much more than this...I have had some trouble with conjuring visions while here at the Isles, so..." This would have to do.

Elias opened the pouch of finely cut loose leaf green tea, scooping a little over a teaspoon into the bottom of Flayn's cup. Just for fun, he decided he would do his own reading as well.

"Are you ready to begin?"

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i rewatched the etern.als. and then i got thinkin. and now you guys are on the receiving end of more protective prompts, but these little beauties are aimed more for the act of actually saving a life! bon appetit!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ what the hell were you thinking?! you could’ve been killed! “

“ hey! get away from them! “

“ if you wanna hurt them, you’re going to have to get through me, first. “

“ you underestimate how much you mean to me. i wasn’t about to let them hurt you. and i certainly wasn’t about to let them even consider killing you. “

“ i told you before. i’m not gonna let anything in this world nor the next harm you. “

“ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time! “

“ what are you doing?! i told you, get out of here! now! “

“ get it through your head, i’m not gonna just leave you here! “

“ now’s not the time to play the martyr, got it? you’ve got a good long life ahead of you, and i intend to keep it that way. “

“ you need to go now, okay? don’t worry. i’ve got this. they’ll want to be trying a lot harder if they want to keep me from protecting you. “

“ don’t worry about me; are YOU okay? “

“ damnit, [NAME]! i TOLD you not to play the hero! “

“ i can look after myself, you know. but… i do appreciate you stepping in back there. you saved my life. “

“ why are you so invested in keeping me alive? “

“ that was for saving my life. “

“ it’s alright, they’re gone now… are you alright? hey, look at me; are you hurt at all? “

“ are you insane?! run! “

“ were you preoccupied, or did you just really want a dramatic heroic entrance before you saved my ass? “

“ are you okay? “

“ yeah, yeah, i’m okay… are you okay? “

“ hey! why don’t you try picking on someone your own size! “

“ hurry! take my hand! “

“ get in the car! now! “

“ i’m sorry i was late… are you alright? they didn’t hurt you too badly, did they? “

ACTION PROMPTS.

add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles around!

[ SHIELD ]:     sender uses their own body to shield the receiver from an attack.

[ EMBRACE ]:     sender quickly wraps the receiver in a protective hug and turns so the sender’s back might take on the brunt of an on-coming attack.

[ SHOVE ]:     seeing the receiver is in immediate danger, the sender runs to them and shoves them out of the line of fire.

[ YANK ]:     seeing the receiver is in immediate danger, the sender hastily grabs them and pulls them against them, out of harm’s way.

[ TACKLE ]:     sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire.

[ THROW ]:     sender throws themselves between the receiver and an on-coming attack, taking on an injury that might have been fatal to the receiver otherwise.

[ DISTRACT ]:     sender causes a distraction to draw the receiver’s attacker/s away from them.

[ FIGHT ]:     just as the receiver is about to be attacked, the sender arrives suddenly and begins to physically fight off their assailant.

[ CATCH ]:     sender manages to intervene and catch the falling receiver before they fall to their death.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     sender sacrifices themselves, either fatally or otherwise, in order to save the receiver’s life.

[ HIDE ]:     sender quickly pulls the receiver into a hiding place, hiding them from their pursuers.

[ KILL ]:     sender, seeing the receiver in immediate and intentionally fatal danger, intervenes by killing their assailant before they can kill the receiver.

[ INCAPACITATE ]:     sender, seeing the receiver in immediate danger, intervenes by knocking out their assailant before they can harm the receiver.

[ AFAR ]:     sender, having been watching the receiver’s interactions with a threat from afar, saves them from an impending attack while remaining distant from them.

[ SECRET ]:     sender, having been secretly following the receiver, saves their life from an immediate threat while remaining hidden from the receiver.

[ REVEALED ]:     sender, having been secretly following the receiver, reveals themselves in the process of saving the receiver’s life from an unexpected threat.

[ REUNION ]:     after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat.

[ KISS ]:     after having been saved from immediate danger by the receiver, the sender, in a state of intense emotion and relief, kisses them to express these feelings.

[ HUG ]:     sender, having just saved the receiver’s life, pulls them into a tight hug out of relief and a need to steady and support both themselves and the receiver.

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Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.

hc + 🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual

hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

hc + 💕 for a loved-themed headcanon

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

hc + 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon

hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like

hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

hc + 🥣 for a food-themed headcanon

hc + ☕ for a drink-themed headcanon

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

hc + 🌸 for a plant-themed headcanon

hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon

hc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon

hc + 🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

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hc + ⏳ for a time-themed headcanon

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

hc + 🌞 for a day-themed headcanon

hc + 🪐 for a universe-themed headcanon

hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon

hc + ⛄ for a season-themed headcanon

hc + 🎉 for a celebration-themed headcanon

hc + 🏆 for a goal-themed headcanon

hc + 💯 for an achievement-themed headcanon

hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon

hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon

hc + 🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon

hc + 📔 for a reading-themed headcanon

hc + 💰 for a money-themed

hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon

hc + 💉 for a medical-themed headcanon

hc + 🛒 for a shopping-themed headcanon

hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice

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gen starter for @magiccuco

"Oh my! That indeed seems like a very interesting book... might I know the title?"

She could not read the language it was in of course, but that did not keep Flayn from being enamored with just how beautiful and colorful the tome in the boy's hands was. And to think, she only passed him in happenstance!

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Many before have spoken of Saint Seiros’ beauty; hymns have been sung to her purity, and Flayn has seen both the prayers written in her name as well as other writings her father so often tries to hide from her.

(How dry he is! While some writers indeed got carried away Flayn was proud of the tradition of Cethleann's Garland — and why should she not be? Love was a wonderful thing).

History and legend in paintings and song have remembered many things but none have truly captured the smile of her aunt; where it be as archbishop or saint, family or benefactor, Flayn has been privy to seeing varying, radiant sides of the woman before her not unlike the stained glass she favors back home.

Home, oh the word itself could bring tears to her eyes, and would have if Flayn had not been training herself these last five years but as Seiros beckons her forth and the offer of familial warmth is held out to her as freely as those strong arms she can simply not help herself.

“Oh, auntie,” she cries, falling back into the Nabatean language as she lets herself fall into the other’s arms, “it is you! I have missed you so much… I-”

Flynn stiffens at the mention of her parents even as she attempts to smile up at the questioner who cannot possibly know what she asks; no, this Seiros though just as beloved is not the missing archbishop of her own. And father…

(She does not think of mother, already far too overcome).

“They did not arrive with me, I fear. Oh, but please do not worry too unduly; I have been fine here on my own, and have prayed for everyone back home each day since arriving. I am sure the Goddess is protecting them!”

Her smile turns truer at these words, comforted again by the thought of Sothis (and Byleth), the warmth of her kin, and the still comforting sights and sounds of Padedu.

◦ 「 ☆ 」 —— the padedeu temple quickly rose in seiros's favor , becoming a place to which she would pilgrimage for a moment of peace and tranquillity . evidently , her afternoons would roll into evenings . . . which became common enough for one of the acolytes to offer the opportunity to establish a home — a space which would be for her and all others to find refuge with the goddess sothis . . .

to which she declined for the simple reason of not knowing where to begin . faithful , she unwaveringly was , that with enough time and reflection . . . it would come to her . a way to monument the mother to her people . for today , though , she would remain mindful , taken seat on a stone bench , caught up in the quiet introspection of late morning and frosted nosetip .

what could be reasonably constructed that could honor her mother as she so deserved ?? small didn't suit her . temporary , even less so .

but from her thoughts , she is stirred by a name in the cold . seiros lifts her head like a fawn , alert in spring . but for the first time in a long time . . . she the corners of her mouth raise into a smile . bright , brilliant : her dearest cethleann , with her tresses of green .

" little light . ” seiros calls back out in endearment , standing to receive her company , but as if it shifted her perspective . . . it dawns on her that the one she calls little has grown ( albeit , not markedly . . . but has grown all the same ) , “ cetheleann , as ever you are a bandage on my wounded spirit, soothing for the mere talent of existing . come , come -- ”

hands flutter to beckon the girl to her for a familiar embrace .

" we are so few in these lands . much fewer , so it gives me strength to find your company once more . tell me , with whom do you come ?? your father , or perhaps your mother ?? "

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starter for @ithuriel

The community kitchen in Eterna Village was so much larger, and better accessible than the one near her abode in Seaside Province. It had truly been worth it to come all this way here, loaded with fish from the sea and various edible foliage she had collected elsewhere  – even if several known community chefs she had contacted with basic questions were oddly missing.

Flayn was still having an excellent time doing what she did best, which was improvising of course! She hummed as she played with the dough she’d purchased and did so a little more loudly once she realized part of the steamed fish had been a little burnt but… (oh, it was still quite tasty though she thought if she could just-)

“Hello, there,” Flyan says, looking up from her place at the counter when she suddenly senses another person coming into the room. “I do not believe we met but I have seen you! You used to live in Seaside Province, yes? Oh, you must be so hungry, I know I am, please sit!”

Flayn rushes over and with a flourish covers one of the simple tables with a lace tablecloth, and then hurries back to the counter to reveal what she has been working on for the last few hours – steamed bun!

“I have here an assortment of healthy and aromatic buns. I heard they can be eaten savory or sweet and have thus tried a different assortment of ingredients in each. I do so  hope you enjoy!”

And if this man had come here to cook himself surely he had the time to at least take a bit and give her some advice, before starting his own project. Surely?

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@seirosu

Flayn is truly overjoyed to be in a world with people, so many kinds and ages and races, and people at peace no less that at times her time in the Isles feels like a dream.

(Asleep, after the war, Flayn had little energy for dreams but when she did it was of this. Of peace.)

But at times the fact they are not her people, not kin nor the Children of Man she had come to call classmate and friend truly hurts her. In melancholy times such as these she often finds herself in the Reserve as she finds the animals and nature there truly restorative.

Padedu Temple looms over it all, reminding Flayn of the cathedrals in Enbarr her mother had so loved. She may not understand how this “aether” flows as she used to know her own magic so well but she is thankful for it and the peace of has brought her.

Flayn has never entered the temple, not thinking it her place but she ascends the stairs one at a time this afternoon as if in search of something; when her eyes land upon a flower, a *lily* of purest white shining amidst the greenery she finds herself gasping.

“Lady Rhea?! No…”

They braid… and the way she woman holds herself is much closer to Flayn ‘s memories of, -

“Perhaps, Lady Seiros? Is it truly you?”

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Hello aevum community! I have already started plotting w cast mates but would love to throw a few starters out to other mutuals here. Right now capping at 3, please like this post if interested and I shall reach out either in dms or the server!

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Staring up at the Temporis Tower brings to mind thoughts of Garreg Mach and the Goddess Tower there, but even before the borealis fades and Flayn can start to make out unfamiliar constellations she knows deep down this is a land different from one she had walked for so long with a different sky than the one she would discuss over faded star charts with the lady Rhea.

She is adrift now, and clasping the key she was given to her chest she finally realizes what the poets have meant about the loneliness of the night.

She decides there is nothing for it but to stand on her own feet and keep moving, and so follows the road laid out before her but oh, it has been some time since Flayn’s steps have felt so heavy and she finds herself pausing more often than not.

It is during once such pause that she hears her name — a near unfinished sound but Flayn’s pointed ears beneath sea foam curls are drawn to it nonetheless and once she turns she sees:

"Professor?!"

Flayn's feet take her the rest of the way to meet the taller woman, for she feels now as if she steps on air itself rather than with shoes weighed down with lead; it seemed impossible for them to meet again, here of all places, when last Flayn had seen her Byleth had woken from a deep healing sleep but as the woman before her speaks again she is sure somehow this is indeed her kin.

"Oh Professor Byleth, I am overjoyed to see you. And I do so hope that is the case, for while I cannot claim to understand it I know the Goddess works in mysterious ways... for us to meet like this surely it is a Blessing."

Taking a moment to breathe, finally, Flayn stares up at the other with a small smile crossing her features as she does so.

"You look so much stronger from when I last saw you! You have been well, then? Please tell me everything. I had feared perhaps someone had hidden me away again amidst all the danger but it seems that is not the case."

⚔️ // there was something ... different about this particular borealis. a sort of odd sixth sense that burned in her , reignited in the same way it had just some time before. only this time , retracing her steps towards the temporal gardens , byleth could FINALLY pinpoint the source of this odd coincidence.

not quite in the temporal gardens , but just before in the alley-streets of the central district , stood a most familiar sight. green hair and eyes so much like her own. a dress that mimicked the design of a uniform she knew well.

"— flayn-...." she breathed the girl's name like a hastened prayer , an unfinished thought , and found her steps staggering against the cobblestone underfoot. leather dragged on stone as byleth stilled. relief and trepidation , joy and a distant fear all broiled in her , competing against to scale the confines of her chest and leap out into the open.

none of them did.

"time's flow ... it has brought you here too."

@wavescrest / greetings ! :3

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As discussed, here is Fire Emblem's Flayn ready to take to Aevum like a fish to, well... water! All of her information is available on her sidebar including her app on /app.

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. From this, you are stirred, and spurred by your awakening, you step from the long quiet.

You, FLAYN, find yourself standing before the Temporal Tower, in a garden seemingly tucked away from the seasons of time. Still, people flock here beneath the borealis that lights the sky above, here to greet you.

A Guardian approaches.

Hello…. Echo. Well don’t look so confused, everything is exactly as it was made to be in preparation for your arrival. I would know. Yada yada yada, we hope you enjoy your stay… don’t break anything.

You receive the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: 211, Seaside Province.

A Standard Issue Phone. It lights up when it manifests in your hand.

A small Fish-shaped Purse. The guardian hands the items to you with a simple nod and a comment that they hope she may find peace in this land.

Welcome to the Aevum Isles.

— 🏵️ Creo

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flayn is fun to draw