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"It is," Forrest smiles as he follows after his father. Holding it dear was putting it simply, but Leo is trying, and that is what matters to him in the end. He may not be perfect; but is anyone really, in the end?

"I mean! Inspiration can come from any place! It never really is anything in specific, just when it hits me!" It was unpredicatable, from what and when he got his inspiration, but that was what made it fun for him also. There was a small amount of excitement he got from the fact that it was so unpredictable, that he never knew where he would get his next idea from.

"But Father... what do you mean confusing? Were you... hurt? Do you need healing? I can do that! Please rely on me if you must!"

Seeds in a Garden

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"No, it's only natural for you to want to help the people you love," Forrest smiles, "rather noble, actually. But if they were to leave you as soon as you were to get hurt, they would be undeserving of your love in your first place, if they are the kind of person who leaves someone vulnerable behind."

He lets out a soft sigh, "True, unconditional love is when they will stand by your side no matter what. I suppose people have to exist in a symbiotic relationship with each other. Rather complicated, I know. But love means that we will triumph through hardships; don't you think?"

🎶baby don't hurt me🎶 // forrest + edward

topic: what does the word love mean to you?

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"No, I don't think wanting to help out those that you love would be considered a condition." Especially if you were helping them out of your own free will. Helping others was rather noble, in Forrest's opinion.

"Oh yes! Exactly that!" Forrest titters softly into his hand, almond eyes fixated on the other boy before him.

"Unconditional in that you love a person for who they are, not what they can do for you. Because if you love a person for what they can do; what if they stop being able to do that thing someday? They would then become meaningless to you without even their feelings coming into play. That's rather cruel, I think."

🎶baby don't hurt me🎶 // forrest + edward

topic: what does the word love mean to you?

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"Oh have you gotten some odd prompts then?" Forrest laughs softly, at the other boy's energy. All things considered, he would think of his topics so far as fairly normal. Nice icebreakers but nothing truly deeper than that.

While the current topic had a little bit more bite behind it, Forrest would still consider it normal enough. Though he did have to put in just a little bit more thought.

He holds a hand delicately against his cheek, drumming his fingers gently as he sorted through his ideas. He enjoys watching the other boy think as well, how much pep seemed to be behind his every action.

"Hrm... yes, sharing is important," his other hand twists a blonde curl around one of his fingers, pondering the topic before them now, "love should at least be unconditional. If you are expecting conditions from those that you love, for them to keep that love, why... that would be rather rude of you; wouldn't it?"

🎶baby don't hurt me🎶 // forrest + edward

topic: what does the word love mean to you?

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Forrest glances at the note, a small giggle escaping his mouth. Music and dancing; huh? Well if there was one thing that he certainly wasn't lacking, it was appreciation for the arts. He had never been dancing, or to a ball himself, but it certainly looked fun. Perhaps one day he may design a dress specifically made to look nice while dancing. Oh! Wouldn't that be lovely!

"I've never been to a ball," he says, while smiling. There hadn't been much of a chance for him to go, with the results of various circumstances. He had dearly wished to, though! It truly saddened he'd never gotten to do such a thing, "I certainly would like to though! And I do know how to dance. I just never seem to find the time to!"

mirror, mirror. ✧

love hypothesis // round 2

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"Oh yay!" Forrest claps his hands together in glee. Really, all Dwyer had needed to do was stand there for a few minutes, and Forrest would take care of all the rest - measuring, sewing, the works - for him. He didn't understand how that could possibly be so hard, even for someone as lazy as Dwyer.

"Just stand still for a few moments please. As promised this will not take long at all!" Forrest whips out his measuring tape once again and swiftly gets to work.

And lo and behold: he is done within a mere few minutes! So easy! So efficient! No need to complain!

"There. See? We're already done. Was that so hard?" Forrest giggles, tucking away the measuring tool once more. Mentally, he sketches out a few ideas for himself that would suit Dwyer quite well. Just to keep in mind for later, "Go take your nap now. Or whatever you wish. We will be speaking later though. Once I'm done sewing, of course."

fashion dwy-saster

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Forrest stares rather sadly at the broken heel in his hand, a shame, because he had rather liked this pair of boots. Not enough to put in the effort to fix them, but enough that he would have kept wearing them until they worn thin.

Ah well! He had plenty of other pairs. It was a neccessity, were one to live in Nohr. It was terribly dark and gloomy in the land of his birth, not even a drop of sunlight streaming through the clouds. But at least it resulted in quite a few outfits fit for cloud weather.

He'll never turn down a good excuse to go shopping though, and he has been meaning to check out the markets around the monastery. Fate certainly did have its odd little twists and turns, but he was more than happy to follow along its road sometimes.

"Care to accompany me? As much as I love shopping by myself, I adore it even more with a companion! I can buy new shoes and perhaps talk to the cobbler as well. Learning and fun, how delightful!"

"Well, then we both have an opportunity to explore!" Clair says cheerily. "It always feels so dreadfully awkward to shop for clothes and shoes by one's lonesome, after all - I can't do it without a good second opinion."

Forrest smiles. "Well, if I may give a second opinion on your current attire, your shoes are positively inspiring, and I love how well they complement your dress."

"Says you!" Clair scoffs. "Your dress is stunning - you say you made it yourself?"

"Absolutely." He puts his hands on his hips and does a proud half-twirl, which goes somewhat sideways when his boot snags on a gap in the cobblestones and he stumbles to the ground with an inelegant crunch.

Clair grabs his hand instinctively. "Forrest! Oh gosh, are you okay?"

"M'fine," he grunts, his cheeks blazing as he tries and fails to properly stand. "Just - oh, of course. My heel."

He kneels down again, plucking the thin, broken-off heel of his boot from its resting place between the cobbles.

"Well," he sighs, "I guess I have an excuse to start working with shoes."

Clair chuckles. "Every cloud, I suppose."

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"You do not have to lie to me to try and get away," Forrest knows better than believe Dwyer would put in even half of all that effort. It was saddening, to learn that he would put more effort into lying than simply standing there for a minute minutes, "but really! It's such a undraining task! All you have to do is stand there for a few minutes!"

He sighs, folding away his measuring tape again, placing it away in a carefully hidden pocket until he is able to convince Dwyer.

"You don't even have to do anything! You can sleep standing up right? I'll even drag you back to your bed myself afterwards," He smiles politely, though he knows that he is not exactly capable of such a thing. Dwyer is taller, and older, than him, better built even despite his laziness.

"Also you said yourself, just mere moments ago, that you were going to take a nap. Even you would not be so presumptuous to skip so much "class" just to run away and sleep in your room," Forrest pauses, tapping a gloved hand against his chin in thought, "But if you wish to die in a blaze during class, by all means, be my guest. I doubt that's a real class anyway, if it were to be so illegal, I can't imagine that the monastery would allow it."

fashion dwy-saster

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"Oh I understand completely! I had to have multiple trunks of my clothes shipped out from my homeland. And even then I was unable to bring everything I wanted to." He had brought enough to satisfy a million different urges, styles, and trends, and yet he still felt like that wasn't near enough. Of course, it wasn't all his clothes, he had brought a few pieces as gifts for family members - mostly his poor fashion bereft father and his horrendous proclivity towards inside out collars, but ah, c'est la vie.

Oh! He can already think of so many things that he could have brought that he woefully left behind!

(Hm, he had never made shoes before, but upon seeing this girl's, he's almost tempted to be inspired to. Leather, of course, would be a necessity. He will have to look into it at a later date.)

"I'm fairly new here myself. And I do certainly have a passion for style! Though..." He plays gently with the hem of his skirt, gloved fingers toying gently with the bits of carefully embroidered lace, "I can't say I know much about the shops in town, especially if they are not fabric shops. I make most of my own clothes, and while I do love a good browse here and there, I have not found time to do so as of yet."

Clair the Runway

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Forrest quite enjoys wandering about the academy on his time off, admiring the beauty of both the place and the people. He sits calmly on a bench, blond curls swept up gently by a passing breeze.

Almond eyes watch the people pass by, casually knitting away as he did. It was truly fascinating, the wide array of those who came to the academy! All with their own sense of style and flair, from both near and far, familiar and unfamiliar.

He pays closest attention to their clothes, of course, smiling whenever he saw a well put together outfit. Everyone was free to express themselves of course, but it was still a joy to see someone who clearly had a sense of what was couth and what wasn't!

His eyes sweep across a pair of shoes, belonging to someone who clearly knew their stuff. He jumps up at once, tucking his yarn and needles back away into a small bag of his sewing materials - to begin a new project whenever the mood struck him, of course! Heels pad across the ground, jogging easily to catch up with the owner of said shoes.

"Excuse me!" (He's not well suited to running, so his voice comes out with a tired huff) "Might I ask; wherever did you find those shoes? Oh! And what material are they made out of?"

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Clair the Runway

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Forrest is simply admiring the plants in the greenhouse, pondering ideas of how one could turn the florals into patterns, when he is accosted by one of his father's retainers. Odin, if he recalled. Not that Forrest was deeply familiar with the company that his father kept, but Odin is terribly close in personality to his own child, so Forrest can make an educated guess beyond impressions.

Oh dear. Odin wasn't going to go around attacking innocent vendors for him; was he?

"Sir Odin," Forrest says with a bow of his head, as the cogs in his brain decipher the older mage's words, "Illusions seeping into the mortal realm certainly sounds serious, and dangerous, though. Should you not be asking some noble knight instead of me?" He laughs, hiding his smile behind a gloved hand - as if he was mirroring Odin's own exuberant pose, though with a much more polite flair.

"I would be happy to join you. But do say; what exactly is this mission?"

the duncle (dark uncle) who stepped up

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They do not speak, lending only more to the image of a child's porcelain doll, sat up high on a shelf to be admired and not played with. Oh dear, had Forrest accidentally stumbled upon the spirit of such a doll come to life?

No, surely that wasn't possible, nor the case here. The poor thing just seemed a little more confused than malicious in anyway. At least Forrest hoped that was the case

"Oh wonderful!" the young prince clapped his hands together joyfully, smiling with apparent glee, "I believe I have some fabric back in my room that work nicely. You are free to accompany me while I grab it, or you may wait here. Which ever suits your pleasure."

He could already see it! Oh! This going to be so much fun! He hadn't had a spontaneous project like this in so long!

"You won't mind frills, will you?"

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

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"Hm, a map would not be very helpful if you did not know where you ended up in the first place, would it?" Forrest giggles softly. A sand dune would look just like any another sand dune if you didn't know where you were, and even if you did...

Oh dear, being within a desert just felt terribly samey! How were you meant to tell all of the sandy hills apart?

"Water feels like it would run out far too quickly, I think it would be better to remain out of the sun, and then you will dry up much less! Hence, the parasol."

Desert, not dessert

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"I mean, perhaps a fishing rod could be helpful in the desert, were you to find an oasis. Though, I'm not sure there would be likely to be any fish even in place like that," Forrest puts serious thought to his partner's original suggestions, though he giggles softly into his hand to himself.

"I don't know if a wyvern would count as an item though," and he would hate to have to put poor Chiffon through the strain of tromping her hooves through the sand, "Nor would a horse for that matter."

He pauses in thought for a little while longer, "Hm, well depending on how long we were stranded, I would like some form of entertainment, perhaps sewing materials. And as for the other item... a parasol would do nicely!"

Desert, not dessert

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Forrest is unsure exactly what he is meant to do, other than help up any of the soldiers up if they were to stumble. None of them seem to have any vested interest in healing within their desperation, or he would have suggest that at least one of them put down the blade and take up a staff - or... use their own hands? He was unsure, magic was rather confusing here. Life was much easier when one could rely upon a staff.

"Oh!" He smiles at the young girl, hands laid gently in his lap as he sat on the sidelines watching everyone train, "I have taken a few sips, but I am not working out, so there is not as much of a dire need for it."

She was a sweet girl, for asking though. With a sigh, he turns his gaze back towards the soldiers. He wanted to be able to help them, but he didn't know the first thing about any of this.

"I... I wish I was more certain in being able to give these men a future. I cannot help them with the things they desire, and that rather saddens my heart," the clink of blades against each other echoes through the air and Forrest heaves yet another sigh, "I am a healer not a fighter, but I fear that's not the answer that they are looking for."

a future not ours to see

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She seemed less distraught than Forrest would have thought she'd be, after losing both of her brothers. He's glad that she's alright though. Perhaps it has simply been some time for her, and the loss has settled in. Losing those dear to you was hard, but time was sure to at least scab over those wounds.

He holds a gloved hand gently over his heart, smiling politely at Hoshido's youngest princess, "Oh my, familiar. Why, I didn't think I was that well accquainted with anyone from Hoshido. But it's certainly an honor to be considered a familiar face." Forrest titters softly to himself, almond eyes sweeping over the girl's visage.

"I'd like to think I am beginning to settle in quite nicely," He pauses, smiling again towards the pink haired girl, "I would certainly like to get to know you better though, Sakura. You remind me a bit of my Auntie Elise. Perhaps we could grab tea some time?"

Forrest stares quietly after Hoshido's youngest princess, clutching tightly at his staff. Was she alone here? Did she miss her brothers?

"Princess Sakura," He greets politely after a moment, with a bow of his head, "are you doing well?"

At the sight of a familiar blondish mane - all attentively ad charmingly collected in two long golden curls -, Sakura couldn't help but burst into a delicate giggle, quickly followed by a genuine smile and a very polite bow in return of his well manners and impeccable education.

"Sir Forrest!" she chirped, clasping her hands together as she lifted her head after the bow, "I'm so grateful to have you here!" she truly was happy of his presence, knowing that despite their different origins, her connection with him was quite unique and delicate, especially since he perfectly reminded her of Leo.

"I'm still a bit lonely here, but seeing so many familiar faces from Nohr always makes me feel a little better" she sketched a smile, a sad smile though, since she was a bit resigned at the idea of not seeing any member of her family at the monastery.

"Have you already settle in?"

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"My apologies, Auntie," Forrest pauses with a smile, holding back laughter at the stern looking his aunt's face. It doesn't suit her rather well, he thinks. Luckily, such an expression fades away quickly, replaced by Elise's usual smiling face, "I didn't have time to write anyone to warn them of my arrival. It simply all happened so quickly!"

He wishes he had been able to, but given the weird situation that seemed to have resolved itself just as he had arrived, there's no telling if his letters would have even made it to the academy before he did.

"Your presence is enough of a gift anyway!" Forrest squeezes his aunt gently as she hugs him again, "Oh! But, of course! Please do show me at once! We'll have so much fun!"

"Auntie Elise!!!" It is his father's little sister that Forrest throws himself at with the most force, sweeping the princess into as tight of a hug as he can manage. (It is not truly very tight, but it's the thought that counts.)

"Now that I am here, there are so many things that we simply must do! So many shopping trips that we have missed out on! Don't worry, I shall make up for it in tenfold! Shall we start with tea first? You have to tell me what you've been up to. You're my favourite aunt after all!"

Dramatic gasps and joyful squealing is the only thing she can manage for the first few moments as she returns the hug with equal (if not greater) enthusiasm. 

She doesn’t let go of his arms even after she pulls back, looking over her nephew with a pout on her face that falters under the force of her own smile even as she tries to look disapproving. “Who do you think you are, not telling me you’re coming?! You gotta give me time to prepare for these things! I mean, look at me! I’m giftless here! What kinda aunt doesn’t have a gift for her nephew at the ready?! Jeez.”

She tries to hold her glare for a few more seconds, but the act quickly shatters. She hurts into giggles as she pulls him back into a hug. She’s never been good at the ‘strict’ thing. “I’m just kidding, ya meanie! I can’t stay mad at you. Now, about that shopping… I hope you’re free for the next few hours, ‘cause I saw just THE BEST place last week! Super sparkly. You’re gonna love it.”