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"Maybe you could just keep the arrowhead. Wear it as a mark of victory, just as the fierce warriors of yore used the bones of their defeated as jewelry!" Owain grinned a bit darkly as he described the rather grisly analogy, though it seemed like he was having fun with the idea at least.

"I know you'll get better! As long as you have me as an example, you can't go wrong," he told her confidently. 

"Anyway, I'm glad the bow works! And I'm glad I tagged along. Usually I just scare people off or they laugh at me when I make up stuff for their weapons, but you actually appreciated it! Clearly you're my destined student!" Owain smiled and nodded, seeming sure of himself. 

A Work in Progress || (Owain-Noire)

Noire stared at the arrow Owain held out to her. A sign of her new confidence. A sign of her teacher’s profound kindness. She gently accepted it. 

"I’ll make it into something I can wear… like my talisman." Noire murmured as she started to think of how she could keep it with her. Maybe she could snap off the arrowhead and wear that. Would that be odd? It wasn’t really a fashion statement, but if it reminded her she could have the strength and determination she thought she never had, then she would keep it with her forever. 

"Just so I won’t forget what you helped to teach me…" 

She was back to watching Owain’s animated poses and statements as he brought his hand before his face. His sword sounded amazing, like her own bow. Then again, the weapon and its partner— to call them “master” seemed too much when they were working together after all— had a connection and it was clear how close Owain felt to it. It made her smile widen. 

"Wow, incredible." She sounded awestruck again. Gods, what she wouldn’t do to get his kind of confidence. But one step at a time. As he reached out to touch her shoulder, she shook for a moment at contact before nodding and relaxing her shoulders. 

"W-well, I’ll get better at being a hero or whatever. But this is, admittedly, more fun than I thought it would be." 

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my half of a fe:a art trade with kai!!! this is my first time drawing owain hope it’s ok… THANK YOU FOR TRADING WITH ME <3

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Owain couldn't help but feel even more proud of Noire when she seemed happy with her success as well. He didn't know if he'd ever seen Noire actually smile before--like a real one, and not just the weak watery ones she gave when she was scared or nervous. It was... nice. 

He walked over and pulled the arrow out of the target, before bringing it back to her. It was a little bent out of shape, but at least it hadn't broken in half. "Why don't you keep this? You know, to remind you that you can do stuff on your own, too." 

When Noire mentioned his sword and how "cool" he was though, he quickly grew excited again, sweeping his sword hand dramatically in front of his face. "Glad you asked! Missletainn is my most trustworthy blade. Its steel is blacker than the most pitch of nights, for within it is the ghost of the legendary Lionheart Eldigan! Upon my every attack rides the phantom of his noble charge into death and glory!"  

After he'd finished his speech, he reached out and patted Noire's shoulder. "And I'm glad to have you along! This'll be great!!"

A Work in Progress || (Owain-Noire)

There were times in which Noire could be strong without her talisman. They were rare, but they were there. It was proof that perhaps that aggressive side of her was apart of who she was. She could be powerful and brave as the rest of them, just as Owain said she could. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she smiled— it wasn’t one of nervousness like it usually could be—, looking at the target with the arrow still struck in the center. 

"I-I think I did," Noire was surprised that it happened, however. "I almost can’t believe it." She depended on her talisman so much, it was an almost great feeling to know she could be capable of much without it. Still, it was really the only thing left of her mother. She’d probably never get rid of it even if she tried. 

The title Owain had for himself surprised her too. The dark avenger? That seemed less hero-like than she expected. Granted, it had the anti-hero ring that fit him. Was Owain a different sort of hero than Cynthia liked to be? She was all justice and battle cries, but Owain’s imagery conjured epic dark tales and bloodshed. It was an odd contrast, but she was drawn to the pictures that he painted in her head. 

"Missletainn… is that your sword? Wow, you really are good at this naming thing. A-and you certainly are "cool", but I still have a long way to go from that." Even so, she was still smiling and excited just as he was. 

"I-I’m honored to have you as my guide, dark avenger." She bowed her head quickly, giggling a little, finally able to relax and get into this. 

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Owain only looked more irritated at Inigo's reply. Maybe Inigo thought he was funny, but he wasn't exactly looking for laughs. Either way, he wouldn't be going into dark avenger mode any time soon.

"I'm not betting on it!" he told Inigo stubbornly when he only half-seriously promised that he wouldn't laugh. Still, he tried to be understanding when Inigo confided in him that he was serious about dancing.

"Yeah, I guess I believe you. I mean, you're out here practicing after all," he shrugged. "But if you don't wanna get caught, you should be more careful about it."

Child's Play || Inigo & Owain

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"I'm counting on you, sidekick!" Owain went back to fixing the crossguard on the sword in front of him, but soon enough Morgana wanted him to look at her sharpening job. He beamed in approval when he saw how sharp the edge had become after she improved her technique. "Yes! Verily, this blade hath been restored to its true form!" 

He then scratched his chin for a moment in thought, before looking back up at Morgana. "Say, why don't you carry that whetstone around with you from now on? I always have mine on me in case we have an idle moment and I want to sharpen Missletainn. It's a great way to maintain any weapon you have on you a lot," he suggested. "Just something to think about for later. But... we should probably finish the rest of this stuff after we eat dinner, or something. I'm starving." He stared up at the tent ceiling.

"Well, since you're already here, wanna come with? Then I can tell you more about my legendary exploits!"

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With Owain's help, Morgana adjusted her body to the way she was supposed to do it.

"I will do my best!" She exclaimed. The more she did it, the more it seemed like she was getting results. Once she thought it was satisfactory, she looked at the blade as Owain had said to. "Look, look! I did it! See?" She said handing the blade to him. Whether or not he wanted to see it, she was going to make him. She was proud of it, much like a kid who colored inside the lines for the first time.

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Owain was surprised again when Noire suddenly yelled out, but then his eyes flew towards the target as the arrow hit its center. "Yes! Critical hit! A strike as true as any legend could pass!" he cheered, though he paused when something occurred to him. 

"Hey, did you do all that without using your talisman? Noire, that's awesome!" He seemed genuinely proud of her this time instead of contrite like he had been before, when the archer had to break out her mother's talisman. Owain knew what it was like to have people look at you weird because of outbursts that you couldn't really help sometimes, so he wanted to try and be a positive influence for her.

"You're already taking your first steps on the path to being a legend! I can see it now... Noire, the legendary deadeye sniper! And her guide on the journey to greatness, Owain the Dark Avenger!" He had stars in his eyes again as he gestured enthusiastically towards her. "And our trusty weapons, Cruroris the bloodthirsty bow! And Missletainn, the blackened edge of destruction!! ...What do you think? Pretty cool, right?"

A Work in Progress || (Owain-Noire)

Noire didn’t cringe under his critique and instead took it with a firm nod. Well, as firm as she could try.  She used to shudder at everything that her mother told her she did wrong. But the shimmer in Owain’s eyes told her that he was looking out for her instead of the sort of molding her mother had tried to do. Owain was her friend and wanted her to succeed. Well, they may not have been that close in regards to the other Shepherds, but maybe they would get closer through something like this. Maybe then she could tolerate his energy on the occasions she usually couldn’t. Now was an exception, of course. 

"R-right," Noire said, knowing her mistake even as he pointed it out. "I’ll do better this time, I promise." 

But even so, she kept listening and her eyes widened. “W-wow…” she murmured, still in awe over that image. And she could conjure it, let it give her strength. So, she closed her eyes as she took the arrow back from him, loading it back into her bow. Yes, a dark power inside her, inside her bow, he spoke the truth though it was perhaps not as fearsome as he described it. 

"TASTE THE FURY OF CRURORIS!" Noire let out a battle cry inspired by his energy, taking a deep breath through her nose before pulling back the string, straightening the arrow. This time, she did not shake as the arrow flew and for one of the few first times, the arrow hit the dead center of the target. 

"A-ah, I-I did it…" 

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Some FE cards I made for Fanime! ….more… soon… :)

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"Yeah, whatever. You'll probably just make fun of me again," Owain crossed his arms and scowled at Inigo when the other boy jokingly suggested showing him his special techniques. He probably only even thought of it on the off chance he could reuse some idea of his to flirt with the ladies.

"Your mother? Yeah, I remember. She danced for the other Shepherds, right?" He let his hands fall to his sides. "I dunno, you don't really seem like the type. I mean maybe I heard some rumors about you dancing in the night or whatever, but I figured they meant with girls, and not out here in the forest by yourself."

Child's Play || Inigo & Owain

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"Rrgh! Fine!" Owain stood up and dusted himself off, before looking around at their surroundings. He gave a small shrug when Inigo asked what he was doing out there.

"Same idea as you, I wanted to find somewhere to practice alone. Except for I don't think I was doing what YOU were doing," he said, looking at Inigo accusingly.

"I've gotta work on my special techniques so I can continue my legendary quest here in this timeline! But you're out here... dancing? Are you into that sort of thing?" he asked, genuinely curious. He knew that Inigo had plenty of hobbies, but as far as Owain knew they all included hitting on women.

Child's Play || Inigo & Owain

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Child's Play || @Inigo

Owain stood by himself outside a tent on the edge of camp. Part of him still couldn't believe that they had really made it to the past, but it seemed like most people had gotten separated... in any case, he hadn't seen his parents around. He figured he should probably just kill time in this timeline fighting Risen and being a hero until everyone else showed up...

He was debating whether or not to go off on his own or to find someone to accompany him when the thought occured to him to remove himself from the group. There was a nice thicket of trees nearby, and he could probably get some privacy from potential distractions while he perfected the sword moves for his latest deadly technique. 

Grabbing Missletainn, Owain started heading towards the center of the thicket only to hear someone else rustling in the leaves. An enemy spy? Owain dove behind a tree for cover, but the rustling had stopped. Then it started again. Like it was following an odd sort of rhythm...

He poked his head out from behind the tree to see Inigo of all people waving his arms and stepping in a strange sort of pattern, all alone. In the forest. And humming to himself?

The first thought that ran through his mind was that Inigo was also here to practice sword techniques. But he didn't even have his sword out, it was lying on the ground over there...

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Owain was about to leave quietly when he instead felt the uncontrollable urge to shout. 

"No! Down, sword hand!!" he yelled, rolling out from behind the tree. "Urgh!! Can't... control....! Inigo... run!!"

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"Seriously? Come on, you're not Cynthia," Owain seemed incredulous when Morgana warned him she could hurt hurself, but he went over to see how she was doing anyway. He squinted at her for a few moments as she sharpened the weapon, before putting his hands on his hips.

"Look, why don't you try holding your elbow closer to your body? That way your hand is steady. It's how I control my sword hand!" He put his hands on her right arm and positioned it like how he usually held his arm when he sharpened tools.

"It won't get sharp if you just scrape the whetstone any old which way. it's gotta be uniform," he lectured her. "Try it again."

A Work in Progress (Owain-Morgana)

Morgana did as Owain had told her.

She laughed nervously. "What are the chances of me getting hurt doing this? Because if there is a chance, I'm gonna hurt myself." She continued to sharpen the weapon, sticking her tongue out in concentration. "Am I doing this right?" She asked Owain after a while. She had a feeling she wasn't.

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"Steady now! You got it!" Owain cheered Noire on as she drew the arrow back, though he deflated a little when it ended up falling to the ground.

"You can't wobble around like that, you gotta keep your stance tight," he told her, walking over and squatting down to pick up the fallen arrow. When he stood up to hand it back to her, he already had that gleam in his eye that usually foreshadowed another bout of theatrics.

"I know you have it in you! This time, you should think about the spirit of Cruroris, the ferocious direwolf! Conjure an image of the pure strength of his fury as you let loose you volley of darts... of DEATH!" Owain yelled, and struck a pose as he pointed his finger to the sky dramatically.

A Work in Progress || (Owain-Noire)

Noire had no creativity, but she could certainly admire other people’s. His was limitless, like a fountain almost. His energy was contagious, too, though she sometimes felt overwhelmed by it. Right now, it was hard to resist not feeling excited about all this. And he’d be able to see how better she was getting at archery as well. Not that she necessarily needed approval, but rather, she wanted the others to finally realize she could help them. That she could fight and not be fretted over like a glass doll. 

She almost felt a skip in her step as she saw the targets in her sight. 

She watched him set up targets as she examined Cruoris again and reached back into her quiver to pull out an arrow. Then she tested the string, plucking at it again to find it was just as taut as it was before. 

"O-okay!" Noire nodded as she moved so that she was exactly in front of a target and loaded up the arrow. Drawing it back, she found she liked the height of the longbow even though it made her wobble a bit at first. I’ll get used to it, she thought as she tried to straighten up and finally let the arrow fly, but her instability sent the arrow not at the target, but at the grass right in front of it. 

"A-ah, that’s my fault," Noire said. "I still have a lot to learn with archery." 

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Owain! Took forever to get this one done because I  couldn’t decide whether to draw him all goofy or serious D; Went for serious because god he’s so OP anyway. I made Gaius his dad so I got him ginger but I like him better as a blondie q_q

Next one will be Severa! I’m accepting character suggestions and couples to draw next aswell so just tell me if you’d like to see a special one? >:

(I’ll open the FE fanart blog when Severa + next one are done, finally)

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"It's that round thing right there. Yeah, that!"  Owain gestured vaguely in the direction Morgana was already standing, but he nodded in approval when she showed him the whetstone. Dropping the sword he was working on, Owain took a whetstone he carried with him out of habit out of his pants pocket and began to show her how to sharpen a blade.

"Basically the most important thing is to hold the stone at the same angle and just keep scraping it until the it's been shaved to a sharp edge again. I always have to make my sword hand steady," he told her, expertly sharpening one side of the blade before looking up at her. "You'll know it's sharp when you look at the blade from the side and don't see a shiny line for an edge. Think you got this one, sidekick?"

A Work in Progress (Owain-Morgana)

"You could trust no one more!" Morgana replied enthusiastically, being sucked in to Owain's theatrics. 

She went off to find the whet stone, not entirely sure as to what it was, and eventually found what she assumed to be a whet stone. She went back to Owain. "Uh... Is this it? The sidekick has never done this before..." She laughed nervously and scratched the back of her head. This was usually Owain's job, and even if it were her job she doubted that she would seldom do it. She was always off doing other things.

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"Aw geez Lucina, you're embarrassing me!" It was Owain's turn to be flustered when she praised him for coming to save her, though he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him actually feel really heroic.

"Besides, you might be a princess, but I'm no prince. Not that a hero of legend needs to be a prince to rescue the princess!" he told her. When she apologized, he forgave her with a laugh and a smile. "Haha! No need to thank me. And... I'd be lying if I said that wasn't just like you to try and sacrifice for everyone else. Just don't try to do everything by yourself so much, okay?"

Owain counted on his fingers, trying to recall the number of the other Shepherds he actually knew the whereabouts and status of, especially the other children. "No, I'm pretty sure some others were hurt. I don't think it was anything life-threatening, but I haven't been exactly able to check it out much while sitting around in this tent."

He paused when he realized what he'd said, his face flushing a bit. "Okay, so maybe I HAVE been here the whole time!! You can't blame me for being worried. But yeah, at least I brought Falchion." He presented her with the legendary sword, the red leather sheath looking quite worse for the wear after everything that happened.

I shall not fall || (Owain-Lucina)

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Owain seemed to feed off Noire's applause for his theatrics, growing increasingly enthusiastic when she seemed so happy with his description of her weapon's imagery. "See? You've already got good taste in names and speeches, so I bet you can come up with even more on your own someday! Just leave it to old Owain to be your guide on the path to greatness!" 

He practically skipped as they went to the practice range, and once they were there he stood up some archery targets for Noire to shoot at.

"Alright, why don't you just try shooting like normal first? Then I can see if I need to make any adjustments to the bowstring." Owain was pretty confident he didn't mess up-- after all, he'd restrung dozens of bows by now, but he wanted Noire to be 100% confident when she used Cruroris.

A Work in Progress || (Owain-Noire)

Heroic potential? His hero-seeking skills were likely off. Noire had none of that as far as she knew. Still, the compliment made her feel better. He was a goofy sometimes loud person, but he was still a good friend to anyone who came to him. 

And Owain conjured up an image that made Noire’s eyes widen with awe. It was the sort of gothic imagery that she loved to see in her mother’s books on dark creatures. He made her weapon sound even more perfect. He really was good at this. “Th-that’s incredible, Owain!” She even gave Owain some applause, unsure of how else to perfectly portray how she thought of it. 

She was back to clutching at her bow when he finished, anxious to try it out. Was his sword hand like her alter-ego? Unable to really be controlled? Maybe the two of them had more in common than she initially thought. 

"M-maybe you can give me some tips then. I’m trying to get better." She nervously smiled. She looked to the practice range and for once, led the way there. 

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"Mrrph! H-Hey!" Owain wriggled around in protest when Morgana grabbed his cheeks, though when he finally broke free he burst into laughter.

"Pahaha! Okay, fine. You'll be my trusty sidekick, and I'll be the chosen Hero of Time, come to save the past from a future of despair and darkness!" He drew his sword and struck another pose, feeling sufficiently cheered up despite the fact that where they were now was the 'future of despair and darkness'. 

"Your first job as Owain's sidekick is to get out the whetstone and start sharpening the edge of this spearhead," he told her in a business-like tone, but even that sounded dramatic coming from him. "Some of these crossguards are coming loose as well, so I'll work on tightening them while you do that. Can I entrust you with this task, my trusty companion?!"

A Work in Progress (Owain-Morgana)

Morgana grabbed Owain's cheeks and pushed them upwards, making a forced smile.

"I may not be one, but you are definitely a legend! You're the leader of the Sacred Triangle, after all! We may not be able to fix what's happened today, but when we go back you can be the Hero of Time! And I can be like your sidekick. And isn't it our job to take down demons and the like, being wielders of the Sacred Triangle? We got a job to do!" Morgana said it so enthusiastically she started to believe it herself. "Sure, I'll do what I can. What's first?"