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[nohrslittleflower]

Activity Check [July]

Total Skill Points: (36) (ow)

Skill Up: N/A

Claims: N/A

Threads

Waiting for response: (Take your time!)

No Stuffed Animals Allowed — w/ Leo

Reunion and Repair — w/ Camilla

In drafts:

N/A

If you don’t see your thread here, please DM me. It may have gotten lost in my records.

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Humming, Elise brings a hand up to her chin — like all smart thinkers do, the pose is how the thinking happens, duh— head tilting slightly to the side. “Uhm… A little? I dunno if I’d call it a ‘headache’. It’s less like a dull-y blegh and more like a KA-POW! BANG! You know?”

So she says, but what even is a headache? She assumed it was less obvious than the attack that is looking directly at the sun (Or just. Existing in it.), but maybe it is the same? She’d never really given it too much thought, but whatever it is, if Leo has it too, then it must be normal for everybody! Hooray! What a relief to have this thing she wasn’t worried about be nothing to worry about. 

“I guess I’ve never had it do that indoors, either, so maybe… but it’s alright! I’m strong, so I can handle it! Besides, even if it does hurt a little bit, it’s more fun to play outside! And being out in the sun means we get to see all sorts of pretty things! Like….” Fortunately, her brother’s infinite wisdom is infallible yet again, and Muffin cooperates now with the promise of apples, allowing her to trot him up the hill just enough to see the valley beyond. And she’s not at all salty he’s more willing to listen to bribery than he is to her. No. Not at all.

“Yes, yes, YES! It’s here! Leo, c’mon, look! Look!”

No Stuffed Animals Allowed

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"Elise!"

Corrin spotted her little sister crossing through the gardens of the monastery, quickly stepping by her side, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"You... look older than I remember."

She had been, what, 17, when Corrin docked the boat to make her way to Fodlan's shore? She didn't look that much older (definitely not to the degree of her older siblings,) but... she didn't feel that much of a 'big sister' to her right now.

Except in height, but that didn't really matter.

"But nevermind that. How have your classes been? I know we aren't in the same class, but if you want, I can definitely still help with anything you're struggling with! If... it's a topic I get, of course. I..."

She crosses her arms, slipping into a steady walk by her sister, head held high, somewhat.

"I missed you. Missed seeing you like this. You have no idea how rough the boat ride was here. Especially since I didn't have any way to really talk to any of you..."

“Big sister! Hi!”

“…Wait. Big sister??”

The voice that calls out to her is familiar. So is the hand that touches her shoulder soon after. Both are so, so incredibly familiar, like something she’s known her whole LIFE familiar — and she can practically feel that. And even then, she still has to do a double take.

“CORRIN!! Oh my gosh, you’re here?! Like, here here!?! Yay yay YAY! YES!” Elise squeals gleefully in a pitch almost painful, arms latching around her sister in an instant. In any other moment, she likely would’ve pouted to hear they’d be placed in different classes — similarly to how she had when she learned she wasn’t allowed to be in Leo’s classes because of some stupid rules she doesn’t understand. Haters. — but for now, excitement and joy win out. She will stamp her foot and riot later. Maybe even transfer. Whatever she’s gotta do.

With a final squeeze for good measure, she finally relinquishes her hold on Corrin’s personal space, returning it to its rightful owner. For now, at least. 

“Classes here are AMAZING, you are going to LOVE IT. They’re, like, actually fun! And I’m doing good! Nothing like the dumb ol’ stricty tutors father hired for us back home.” The younger princess giggles as she skips alongside the older. She isn’t totally sure if education in Castle Krakenburg was the same as what Corrin got in the Northern Fortress, but it’s gotta be kinda close, right? Close enough for the reference to land well enough to make her big sister smile a bit, she hopes. 

Especially since the thing making her sad-ish right now is kinda her fault, in a way…

“I’m sorry I haven’t been sending you any letters or stuff like I promised… I meant to! Really! But in my defense the monastery blew up.”

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Activity Check [May & June] (Semi-Hiatus)

Total Skill Points: (36) —> (37) (May Activity Check)

Skill Up: N/A

Claims: N/A

Threads

Waiting for response: (Take your time!)

No Stuffed Animals Allowed — w/ Leo

Reunion and Repair — w/ Camilla

In drafts:

N/A

If you don’t see your thread here, please DM me. It may have gotten lost in my records.

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[ GARDEN ] - The Viscount has a greenhouse attached to his estate, hosting his collection of flowers both normal and enchanted, imported from a variety of places and modified by his own hands. Being unable to go outside in these conditions in any safety, this might be the next best thing.

The festive event was hosted nearby a beach, but she couldn’t imagine to find such beautiful greenhouse attached to the large villa of the Viscount: it was grandly decorated by several kind of flowers, plants, bushes and small sculptured scattered around the building. Everything looked so gorgeous and fancy, but the goldenish eyes of the petite priestess placed themselves on a silhouette she immediately recognised among all the pretty flowers.

“Elise!!” she softly yelled as she ran towards her petite figure, very similar to her and that was why she felt so attached to her, “You look so marvelous tonight –your dress is breathtaking!” she chirped as she admired the fine shape of the Nohrian princess. “And your charm is the cutest! I love seashells!” she stared at it for a moment, then she returned to her pretty face. “Are you taking a break from the sand and the sea?”

“SAKURA!!!” The Nohrian princess lights up at the sight of her Hoshidan counterpart running towards her, running just as fast to crash into her halfway in a big squeeze of a hug. “Oooh, it’s SO good to see you! You look so pretty!”

Elise breaks away from the hug with a giggle, stepping back to give them both space to properly assess each other’s outfits. “Hehe, you think so?” A little twirl for emphasis, sand from her earlier time on the beach flying off in turn. Her smile quickly drops to a frown as she notices. She could’ve sworn she got all that out earlier..!

“Yeah, it’s cute and all, but it’s not all that great for the beach. I couldn’t stand all that gross, yucky sand clinging to me and being all itchy! And I could not for the life of me walk in these shoes out there! Ugh!” It’s childish, but she can’t help the frustrated stomp of a foot that attacks the ground as she pats at the fabric yet again. Nothing. Then another shake — MORE. SAND.

It is unending. It is a curse. She understands why they took glitter away from her as a child. Her hands are sand. Her clothes are sand. Her mind is sand. It’s all sand.

Finally lifting her gaze back up to the face of her friend, Elise sighs. A sad, sadsigh of defeat. She gives up. The sand is part of it now. And it was so pretty, too… “Yours is so much better. You’re not gonna get sand all over your legs — you look so mature and grown-up! …There’s just… hm…” 

Purple eyes squint as they meet gold, head tilting as she begins to walk in a critical circle around the Hoshidan. The dress is beautiful — really, it is! Even if it wasn’t, Sakura could probably make anything look great. Of that she is sure. Yet she can’t help but feel like something is missing…

…There it is.

Problem identified, Elise immediately takes to fixing it, like the responsible adult she is. She turns, picking flowers she thinks will go unmissed to weave together into one long chain; long enough for her to wrap loosely around Sakura’s neck, and secure with one of her bracelets seashell charms as a clip. Yes. Better. She’s a fashion genius. “There we go, hehe! I dunno about Hoshido, but in Nohr, necklaces are a must at balls! That’s what Camilla said once, anyway.”

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"Princess Elise?"

Tine doesn't see her around too often; last time was in a bizarre nightmare where the girl was replaced by a horse.

But that probably doesn't count…

It turns out she's playing in the sand by herself right now, Tine would love to join, but being caught doing so would be a mortifying experience, so all she chooses to do is bring the girl a drink.

"The illumination might be magical in nature, so no fear of you overheating from the sun. But I'd be still prudent to hydrate from time to time."

She makes the clear notion of who one of the lemonades belongs to before sitting down next to her classmate for a little rest.

"Your dress looks lovely; please let me know if you need any help cleaning it up."

Tine will definitely get practice, considering she will likely find her own in sand once she gets up."

“Oh, Tine! Hi!” The princess’s face lights up in a bright smile at the slightly-more-familiar-but-still-only-sorta-recognizable face that greets her when she looks up. A smile that only grows brighter still upon noticing the shimmering sugar drink held out to her. 

“Oooh, thank you! Yours is so SUPER pretty! Fitting, too, hehe!” A sand-covered hand gestures down to the flowery pattern on the other’s dress — something that was weirdly enough one of the things that helped her to recognize the other so quickly. Whether she realizes it or not, their brief meeting has cemented Tine in her mind as ‘the flower classmate’. An honorable title. She’s kinda jealous actually.

“I’ll be okay! I’m the one who did this to myself by sitting in the sand, right? I can handle it!” The sand left clinging to her palm even after her efforts to shake it all off before reaching to take her own glass begs to differ, but Elise’s mind is already off to other things.

Last time they met, she’d been too busy to properly play with her… but she’s sitting now. That’s gotta mean she’s not busy this time! No harm in asking, anyway! 

“You wanna help? I’m building a house for sand crabs!”

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Carriage rides are always the hardest when you’re excited to go somewhere, she finds. Like trying to go to sleep the night before a big holiday or birthday. Every minute felt like an hour, and if it wasn’t for the fact she had her sister to talk to the whole time (though talk at may be more accurate a description of the conversation, looking back), she probably would’ve exploded or something.

Elise practically falls out of the carriage with how fast she stands up to make her escape, bouncing excitedly as she waits for her sister to catch up. Excitement that only grows when charms are handed to them both, coming out as a loud gasp. “Camilla, look — look! We match! Shell Sisters, yaaayy!!” The younger princess giggles happily, lifting her own charms up to compare with the eldest’s. 

…Is she crazy or are Camilla’s a little bigger? Are they trying to say something here??

Fortunately for charm man, her attention is redirected before he’s put on the receiving end of her super-scary Nohrian Glare of Fury that’s totally a real thing she can most definitely do and is really good at for this insult. Instead, she beams even brighter, pumping her fist in the air with a cheer of “Snacks! Snacks! Snacks!”

Carriage Line to Conga Line

[ CARRIAGE LINE ] - Those prone to vertigo might have elected to travel to Menja territory via carriage. All of them drop off at the same point before being taken by valets. With each one joining the procession, its occupants exiting, just who will pop out of their ride next? Some guests ogle the newcomers while others make a guessing game…

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ethereal ball more like. beach. beach ball. catch.

Elise, ever the fan of events, fully intended to attend the ball regardless of the location change. She’d even gone out and planned her dress months in advance — and she never plans for anything! Though she probably should have considering. Beach. And. Sand. The idea of which was one that gave two distinct reactions of;

Yay! Beach party! They can build sand castles, look for crabs, drink lemonade probably (that’s a beachy thing, right? WAY better than those fancy ‘adult drinks’ in any case) — maybe even make get a group together to friendship bracelets! 

Nooooooo she’s gonna get sand all over her dressss… So not cute…

Worst part? She can’t even swim in this thing. Only suffer. This is why she doesn’t plan. Spontaneity would have never done this to her.

…Oh, well. At least the seashell charm she’s handed upon her arrival is matching with her big sister! Maybe she can just play off the sand clinging to her skirt as extra sparkles?

Elise has the Seashell charm!

Seashell: Camilla Starfish: Sakura Anchor: Turtle: Pearl:

[The totally sand-free dress in question:]

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Activity Check [April]

Total Skill Points: (35) —> (36)

Skill Up: Riding (C+) —> (B)

Claims: Trample

Threads

Waiting for response: (Take your time!)

I'm getting the four foot tall fantasy cinnamoroll equivalent I called dibs — w/ Dimitri

Reunion and Repair — w/ Camilla

In drafts:

No Stuffed Animals Allowed — w/ Leo

If you don’t see your thread here, please DM me. It may have gotten lost in my records.

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“Mhm! I’m doing great!” ‘Great’ is a bit of a strong word, sure, maybe, but it does nothing to weaken the smile on her face. She’s alive, at least. As is everyone else as far as she’s aware. In situations like this, that’s about as ‘great’ as anyone could hope for, right? 

“Especially great now that everybody’s back together! You’re doing good too, right? Nothing broken or anything?” The question comes out on a reflex, habit taking over even though it’s obvious she doesn’t even need to ask just by looking at him. Even without that, the fact he’s at a plush bear store is indicative of a healthy person just in general. Injured people don’t really go anywhere. Much less somewhere fun.

…Though maybe they should. Maybe it’d actually be super helpful, and it’s just nobody’s ever realized because nobody’s ever tried?

Fortunately for them both but unfortunately for advancements in medicine, her spin around the prince comes up with nothing red or in a weird shape it shouldn’t be. A theory for another day. (A part of her feels a tiny bit of pride at the thought of having a theory, even one as silly as that. Leo would be proud, she thinks.)

“Sounds like the timings great, too! Can I help? We can make a whole bunch together — It’ll be faster and funner! I promise I’ll pick the BEST ones, I’m super good at picking stuff out, hehe.” 

I'm getting the four foot tall fantasy cinnamoroll equivalent I called dibs

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“Forgive me for the intrusion,” Yuzu speaks while approaching the energetic blonde, “but it has caught my attention that it is your birthday today.”

Despite their explosive first encounter, occurring right before Yuzu’s temporary retreat from the academy, she knows little else about the girl. Still, she acted so brave within the monastery’s danger-filled catacombs, that the samurai would be full of guilt if she did not interact with her during the occasion.

Thanks to the lack of familiarity, Yuzu wastes little time with casual formalities. She immediately takes a step back, crouching low and nearly bending on one knee.

“Young Elise of Nohr,” the Hoshidan announces, “I have come here on your day of birth to present you with a gift, a keepsake pertaining to our first meeting.”

With that, Yuzu scrounges about a large-ish bag and pulls out a lightweight bow made out of white tree and pine. It looks to be no better than a plaything, but the gifter pulls at the bowstring to show off its strong endurance. Arrows from this bow are sure to still leave a mark.

“I am aware we have not spoken since then, let alone after the trials a few moons back. However, if you have failed to master your ‘pinksplosion,’ or desire to improve your bow skill in general…I am still open to providing support. If not, I insist you take this present nonetheless."

Yuzu takes her eyes off the bow and looks back at her fellow student at eye-level. “Happy birthday, Elise.”

Out of the mental list of expected present-givers she may or may not have (and even if she does NO ONE is allowed to judge, it’s perfectly normal to be excited about presents on your birthday), Yuzu was definitely not amongst them. Not because she doesn’t think they’re friends or anything — she does, really! She just hadn’t realized they were at birthday level yet.

…Or kneeling level, apparently.

Hands fly up to cover the way her mouth opens as she gasps at the sight of the bow. “Really? A bow? For me? You’re giving me a weapon on my birthday?!” Her eyes are wide, hands nearly shaking as she grips a bow very much unlike the ones she’s allowed to bring into battle. 

For a moment she says nothing, almost as if unsure how to react, before her expression shifts to one of pure joy. “EEEEE, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! THIS IS AMAZING!!” Elise squeals, hugging the piece of wood tightly as if it were one of the plush toys typically gifted to her. But it’s not a toy. It’s a WEAPON. That’s, like, THE most mature grown up gift you could give somebody! Finally!

“Or, uh, I mean — my sincerestest of gratitudes, Yuzu of Hoshido! I promise I’m gonna treat it super well, it’ll never EVER break! Ooh — wait right here! I’m gonna go get arrows RIGHT NOW! You gotta tell me how much better I’ve gotten, hehe!”

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The hand on her arm is grounding, bringing her out of her rambling spiral and daydreams of happy reunions already forming and back to into the reunion actually happening. Only the words that follow aren’t the comforting ones she’d expect to follow that sort of action — rather more a punch to the gut than anything. “…Huh?” 

Elise’s smile falters. They really have been avoiding them, then. She didn’t think it was possible to understand the situation even less than she already did, but here they were. 

They were never as close to Azura as they were to each other, she knows that. It was impossible to be, considering the short time frame they had and the circumstances that surrounded it. But she’d believed they were sort of close. Closer than that.

Orrr… she doesn’t hate them, and they’re just on some super secret mission nobody’s supposed to know about or something! Azura never told them she was alive because she couldn’t, right? That’s gotta be it!

“Um… Okay, I guess. I can… okay.” It feels uncomfortable to say. As much as she wants to support her sister’s secret spy career, the idea of lying to her siblings — keeping any secrets from them, let alone one this BIG… She’d be lying if she said she was a fan. Then she’d be a double liar. And she likes the sound of thateven less.

“I won’t tell anybody if you don’t want me to. But… you’ll want to at some point, right? We all missed you a whole lot…”

Hey are we sisters or like cousins or something I’m confused

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🎨

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🎨meow meow meow

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🎨!!

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Lara thought her hometown was quite bizarre, but she had never seen talking horses before. Well, as they apparently say, when you walk amongst the crows, better squawk like them. Or in this case, when you tend shop near talking horses, sell them something.

"Hello, horse! May you be hungry? Parched? Shell offers some of the finest hay and carrots, and the finest water one can buy, at very competitive prices! Will you find a better deal anywhere else? The answer is 'neigh'" She lets out quite a boisterous, proud laugh.

Any thoughts of finding where his princess could’ve possibly disappeared to are put on hold in an instant. Ears perk up, flicking slightly as they swivel towards the promiser of such wonderful treats, whom he immediately steps over to sniff.

He smells hay. She is not a liar. This is good.

“‘Shell’? How would a shell have food? Does the shell make the food? Where is it. I want it.” Muffin snorts, shoving his nose against anything that may potentially be a pocket in an attempt to retrieve this magic ‘shell’, only partially listening as she continues.

“The answer is ‘neigh’!”

His head reels back, ears only flattened against his head as he stomps at the ground with a disapproving snort. “That’s cultural appropriation. Hate crime. Get out of my stable.”

“…Leave the shell.”

[nohrslittleflower]

Wanted Plots (April)

wheel has decided this will go on Elise’s account but this is for Sharena and Sothis too!!

💕 Elise (here!) : Mission (Needs Deer):

Dying (the fun one): She dyes her hair all the time!! I mean someone else does but she gets the picture. Come on let her dye your hair a fun color it’ll be temporary she promises she’s an expert. It can’t be that hard right??

Non-Mission:

Custom Furniture: Her room was fortunately fine so she doesn’t really NEED anything but she wants to help others!! just don’t turn your back on her or everything will be covered in bows

Ice-Skating: it’s cute and I want her to do it she’d have fun I think

✨ Sharena (@pillarofopenness): Mission (Needs Deer):

Authority +1: She wouldn’t even notice she’s running in circles until like 3 hours in she’s from a mobile game she’s used to this

Non-Mission:

Prank war: Sharena is a menace to society. She must be stopped. Taken: Azama

🕰️ Sothis (@sublimeflowoftime): Mission (Needs Deer):

Authority +1: she thought this nightmare would be over now that she’s separated from Byleth please no she can’t go through the lost item thing again NOOOOOOOO

Gauntlet +1: my other muses would start crying and cave immediately but Sothis is not caving for ANYTHING. I think the npcs could be fun to write let’s be silly

Non-Mission:

(Sothis also has an Open Starter from last mission board, found [here!])

Feel free to DM either here or on Discord (deadmemesinhumanform) or @ me in plotting in the server!! (I respond faster on Discord but I’ll check tumblr dms too!!)