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[convxction]

Alm practically bounded towards Chrom the moment he spotted the taller man, making his presence known with a loud "Heyyy!" accompanying his hurried, leaping steps. Skidding to a stop as he neared with a laugh and a gleam in his eye, one could liken his enthusiasm to a dog that just saw their favourite person come home. "Long time no see!"

And yet it seems there was a reason for all the boundless enthusiasm, aside from the fact that he was seeing a friend again. There was an air of mischief to the whole affair as well.

"Say, Chrom..." Alm started, clasping his hands behind his back with a grin.

"Have you ever pranked somebody?"

Having his business done with summoner, Chrom decided to head back to the garden when he was stopped, rather enthusiastically, by the saint king. To his up beat greeting, Chrom waved a hand back. "Hey," perhaps Chrom's hey was a little bit more on the confused part than enthusiastic but still nonetheless, he is happy to see a friendly face.

"W-whoa, haha easy. Yeah, it has. We've been equally busy with helping Askr around, haven't we? I'm glad to have some break to finally see you and the others."

"Hm? What's the matter?" How odd. That was one familiar expression he had seen before--but not on Alm's face. Actually, his hunch was sort of correct when Alm mentioned the whole pranking.

"That's...an odd question but to answer you yes. I live with a younger sister who loves and lives to prank people so what do you expect when I spent half of my life trying to figure out what is her next prank going to be? Heh, so who do you want to prank? Not Celica I hope," honestly, he would rather fight Grima than bother Celica. Perhaps his first impression of her being a serious young lady does not help him imagine if she is a good sports about being pranked or not.

unprompted || @jasperlion

[devotedrigelianflower]

~Meanwhile at Rigel Castle with Rinea | Guest star: @pieman1112 and @jasperlion~

"It is a shame that Lady Celica had to leave so soon. Will Lord Alm be alright?" Rinea asked Berkut as they were having a little break from the paperwork. Well it was mostly Berkut working on paperwork that Alm needed his help while Rinea was sorting through records to file them. "I don't envy him. Alm does not get to see Celica as often as he would like. Sometimes it can be for a few months to the point where even I feel sorry for him." Berkut told Rinea as it made him a little bit less bitter about not being the crown prince anymore. "...You know I always wondered about something...Do you remember that day at duma temple? I was at the entrance and became very afraid to go up to you. Then you froze for a moment as if you were struck on the head before you grabbed my hand and rushed us out of the temple. Did...did you see the same vision I did back then?" Rinea asked as she was curious as Berkut never told her why he had a sudden change of heart. Berkut gave a sigh before taking Rinea's hand. "...Getting flooded with the memories of being in Askr you mean?...Yes I did..." Berkut told her honestly. "...I didn't want to lose you...and turn into that...horrid fallen version." Berkut had refused to make the mistake that his other self had done. "... I wish we could tell that version of Lord Alm that we are safe and thank him for everything he has done for us..." Rinea said sadly before Berkut pulled her into a much needed hug. "... I know but all we can do now is... help the Alm we have now..." Berkut said before comforting Rinea for a bit. If anyone came in to see the sight then they would all think the couple was getting stressed about their upcoming wedding...

~*Meanwhile at the Main Sherington Manor with Josephine*~

"...and that's the whole story..." Josephine had just finished telling her parents and her older brother about Edith. She did made sure leave out the coup stuff as the less people knew about that the better until she reached Rigel Castle. She watched as her father sat on the sofa with her mother by his side. It was clear that her father was absolutely heart broken about it all. Not only to find out that Edith had been a Witch but that his own father lied to him about Edith being dead. "...I'm sorry you had to be the one to defeat her..." Her father said as he wished he could have taken that burden instead of his youngest child. The last shocking news he got from her was Josephine joining the Deliverance and that made him worry for her life. The last 2 years were not turning out as great as he had hoped. "...Let's all try to get some rest tonight. Josephine has to travel to the castle tomorrow." Her mother said as she wanted to make sure they send her off with a smile or at least try to. "... You're right...sleep well my children..." Her father said before letting his wife lead the way to their room.

"... Being close to the royal family really seems to bring you nothing but trouble." Her brother Reginald the III told his sister. "It's not their fault that witches are still out there. They are doing the best that they can." She told him sternly. "I know that... but a part of me wishes things would go back to they way were before the war." He told her honestly. "...but then the commoners would suffer greatly...and that's not right at all." Josephine said as being a part of the Deliverance made her see that. "Father would scold you for saying that you know." Josephine told her brother. "...yeah...I bet grandfather would as well... 'Shut your damn mouth and be grateful for what you have, boy!'..." Reginald the III said as he tried to sound like his old grandfather. This caused both of them to give out a small chuckle at reminiscing about their late grandfather. "...Grandfather would have really loved Lord Alm..." Reginald the III said sadly. Josephine looked over at the old family portrait that had their grandfather still hanging by the fireplace. "....yeah...he really would have..." she said with a small smile. It was not too long before they all turned in early to bed. Tomorrow would be a very busy day for Josephine after all...she only could hopped that Alm would make time to see her...

~*~

[shajaah]

hc + 🎓 for your primary ocs

hc+📔 for your fe muses!

hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon

EINAR: He's a good teacher despite what he thinks. He takes a lot of time to prepare the material in order to teach them in a proper way. He thinks of all possible questions the person who is teaching gonna ask and work out a plan to overcome any difficulty. Basically, its like planning for a battle but without the death part.

AIDEN: Since she was orphaned from a very young age, she got her education in the Isle, whatever was available at that time. She's not against learning, but sitting down to take the information is something she can't do. She rather be street smart than book smart honestly.

FEIRUZ: She likes teaching people whatever she knows! But she got little confident in herself, in her own knowledge so it comes off as wishy washy even though she wants to try her best and give out the information she knows, especially if it is a topic she likes a lot.

hc + 📔 for a reading-themed headcanon

LUCINA: depending on her mother, she can take some interests from her. e.g. in main verse with her mom as rebecca, she tends to read more romantic sort of stories. Or when @/fcllcarnate robin is her father's partner, his husband, she will like to read more different genre but tactics and strategy, also history books.

LISSA: if it is not necessary, then she won't read. that mostly true for the first part of the game but gradually, she will sort of force herself to pick reading habit, even for a little bit. if she wants to be anything like emmeryn, then she needs to have proper knowledge. she knows that she is not the smartest cookie in the jar but she is trying her best to overcome this with other skills she got.

GAIUS: yeah no. street smarts all the way. instead of reading, he can work on his skills ( or baking.) he is not absolute against reading, but unless there is a reason for reading, he won't.

LON'QU: he reads from time to time, but again, would prefer to hone his skills than sitting on his butt to read. though he is fond of any piece of writing about old styles of swordsmanship, scrolls and such. as a man who strive to be better, anything is welcome in his journey to become the best swordsman.

LYNDIS: she took from her late mother to read whenever she got some time. her father taught her the bow and arrow and her mother taught her to read and write. though she prefers the former, she is still fond of her time with a book. it reminds her of calmer time when it was just her and her mother, reading beside a bonfire and discussing what they had read. in her main verse with @/rcdhotnight markus, she becomes a bit more interested in reading because of him. when your home is filled with books, you are bound to get curious and start reading yourself.

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

[r00dlion]

Skrimir is a hard man to miss... or lose track of, for that matter. One could imagine Alm's embarrassment at almost crashing into the Laguz, lost in his own thought as he was until that moment. "Whoa! Sorry!" A swift sidestep in the nick of time, though without any grace nor poise, at least saved Alm from making a worse fumble than he already was. Though...

Another apology tumbles through his lips, looking askance, before nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "Hi Skrimir! Great timing, actually! I, uh, wanted to ask you something..."

A cough to clear his throat. "Hey, um... do you have a lot of experience with leadership stuff? Most of my experience is leading armies... it doesn't translate great to leading people, I think. Maybe?" Sort of. It was a lot less direct, for one, and required a lot more delegation. "I guess it doesn't matter since we're not in our homelands... just something that's been on my mind, y'know?" Hence the near accident.

It was Skrimir's turn on patrol, and the sights were still offering something new each time. New people every so often, sometimes new places because of renovations, and...

Swoosh.

Sometimes familiar ones with new things to do.

"Little Lion! Long time no see!" he boomed, elated to see his little beorc friend. "No need to act shy. Ask me anything, little beorc brother."

Leadership in peacetime? It wasn't exactly his strong suit, even in wartime. He was a warrior, first and foremost. Him being a general of Gallia was based on his strength thereof, not tactical knowledge or cleverness. That was Ranulf's job as his lionsitter second in command. But still, maybe what advice he could give would be useful to the young lion nonetheless.

"Hmm... so we're in more similar boats than I thought. At some point, I was looking to ask you from a beorc perspective on leadership. You see, us laguz tend to value strength above all else. Unc-er, His Majesty would add 'to our detriment,'" he said, choosing to not remember the occasional pointed glare he'd receive from his uncle during those statements.

He racked his brain for anything the Little Tactician said that could help. Thankfully, something came out.

"But what leadership experience I do have, I can say this: it does translate a little. Knowing who to trust in wartime is just like knowing who to trust in peacetime. Strengths and weaknesses, allegiances and limits... everyone has them, and everyone is different. Know your people, and you'll know what you can achieve, then work with that to get what you want. That's what the Tiny Strategist taught me."

He immediately did a double take, surprised that long of an explanation came out of him of all people. He couldn't help but chuckle. "That, and sometimes people can surprise you, even yourself!"

"That said, I don't think it bad to think beyond Askr, little Lion. But while we're here, let's make the most of it and not worry over the future too much. We have plenty of challenges already, and plenty to learn. Askr's problems will be enough for us to tackle for now." He brought Alm into a light hug, ruffling the little lion's green hair.

"Anyway, since it has been a while, how have you been, little Alm?"

[sentofight]

She twirls out of the way, then crouches for a kick at his legs— not something he falls for, if anything because he was well aware charging forward left one open if they did not strike true. He rolls forward with the momentum, evading the kick in the process, to then pivot to stand once more, launching himself into the offensive again with a horizontal strike. His movement is not as fluid as he’d like, a little cumbersome and with some lost momentum, but he tries not to dwell on it and instead focus on the now.

Instead of putting all his force in the strike, his blow is a testing one should it be blocked or parried, and he will try to follow through with more, poking at her defenses to test them.

@jasperlion​

Curses! Of course that trick won’t work on someone like Alm, nonetheless, she wants to try everything against him! Eyes tried to keep up with his movements but he was fast! If it weren’t for her survival instincts, he might have just ended the match right there, though it really did shake her defense quite a lot for her liking. 

Lucina manages to raise her sword to block Alm’s sword, steel on steel clashing, with small sparkles appeared at the clash point. “Nngh!!” it was not ideal to block an attack at this low position. Naga’s mercy! If Alm had used a bit more strength, then she would probably brought to her knees due to the sheer strength.

Though it would take more than that to take her down. Lucina took a deep breath (as much as she can in this situation) and used all her strength to push back at Alm’s attack. She would love to fend him off so she can roll to the back and think of her next attack, or defense if he was not letting her go anytime soon.

[fairelance]

Summoner, I have reobtained the steel world redbull—

“The- The what-”

“Actually, Alm, maybe it’s better if you don’t drink that.”

[pellucii]

@jasperlion​ liked for a starter!

Bare feet slapping against the polished Askran floors did well to herald the princess’s arrival in leaps and bounds. Her broad smile was unmistakable, pace never faltering as she dipped to and fro if needed through groups of other heroes of the Order as she kept a sharp eye out of one particular mop of green hair.

“ALM!” She calls out upon spotting him, her already fervent pace getting somehow faster, “Alm! Alm! Alm!!! Alm, you’re not going to believe this!!!”

One could clearly note her cape was pulled up in a makeshift sack, and she comes to a bouncing halt on her heels as she looks around before looking back at her friend, “You won’t believe what I found, Alm! Tada~!”

She pulls apart her cape, and, sitting there rather serenely in the rich blue fabric, is a frog.

“I-I’ve never seen- I’ve read about- No, I don’t think I’ve ever read about a frog like this! I think I’ve discovered a whole new species!” She jostled the poor thing around to gently run her finger along its back, the result being a series of fairly grumpy ribbits and chirps, “And- wow, I- this skin is so smooth, I never could have imagined anything like it- i-it’s amazing, right?!”

[bigbluetiger]

[A few bots down Mordecai's gullet later...]

"Mordec... Urp... sick..."

[Tw: short vomit video below Read More]

"...Urgh..."

@bigbluetiger @devotedrigelianflower

and with our powers combined we can get rid of even more

[cavaliant]

@jasperlion​ replied to your post

you make me want to... photoshop sigurd... on mufasa...

[convxction]

"What's summer like, in Ylisse?" It's a question without prompting, but one that comes to mind none the less. "You guys got any festivals?"

"Summer?" looking away from his sword for a moment to the sudden question. Summer is one of his favorite seasons for sure. A small smile curls his lips and then he nods, "That we do, my friend."

Chrom places Falchion down to give Alm his full attention. "We have Summer Festival. Usually, people gather around body of water and enjoy the breeze on the beach side. Ylisse--unlike Plegia, we don't have a port or a major city nearby the water. The sea to the south will be packed with fishermen trying to sell what they caught to the people. The desert Oasis at that time of the year becomes a popular attraction. We often visit our eastern palace to join the people. It is a simple festival, after all, we do tend to focus more on Spring more than any season." as an agricultural country, spring yields more bountiful harvest than any other season after all.

"What about Valm?--er, I mean Valentia? What do you celebrate there?"

unprompted, always accepting | @jasperlion

[devotedrigelianflower]

"Hey, Rinea! Erm... Lady Rinea." Alm corrects himself in a stumble as he approaches her, a basket in hand which he will immediately pawn off to her with a grin."Here! Some crop seeds from the markets. I was talking to a farmer, and..." Trailing off, he shrugs. Well, it didn't really matter how he got his hands on these, really. "I know you've been enjoying trying your hand at this, so I figured you ought to have some too."

Rinea is delighted by your gifts | Accepting

How long had Rinea been in Askr? Honestly it had been so long that time seemed to have no meaning here. Things had been getting slightly better with the exception of that fallen Berkut still lurking around. It had been the usual going to the garden area and being greeted by the lovely song birds. Her beloved was not too far away but he was patrolling in case his fallen self would show up again. It was very sweet but she did miss having time to herself once in a while.

A familiar voice turned her attention to Lord Alm. "Greetings to you as well Lord Alm." she said and looked at the basket that he had. It was a gift? How sweet of Lord Alm to give her something.

"I was thinking about getting more crop seeds. Thank you very much for such a thoughtful gift." she generally felt very happy about it. She paused as she looked over at Lord Berkut but surprisingly he didn't bother them. Perhaps due to Lord Alm rescuing her before changed his heart a little bit. "As you can see Lord Berkut is patrolling near by. He is still worried about his fallen self." As they all should be. "I guess this is his way of saying that he trusts you." When it comes to Rinea's well being that is. Lord Berkut still did not seem like he wanted to be friends with Alm, but tolerating his existence was better than nothing at all. "Oh how is Lady Celica doing?" If there was one thing Lady Celica and her had in common, it was dealing with their fallen selves. Poor Lord Alm had to deal with so much doesn't he? Rinea was worried about his mental health but she was a little too shy to ask such a thing especially in ear shot of Lord Berkut.

~*~

[kindredkinless]

(hands Len an orange) (hands Len an orange) (hands Len an orange) (hands Len an orange) (hands Len an orange) (hands Len an orange)

[valflame]

FANTSY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MEME // OPEN

@jasperlion​ asked: 🔮

🔮 = Does your character buy into destinies, fate, or prophecies? Why or why not?

Nope!

Arvis doesn’t believe in fate, primarily because if he did his life would be considerably bleaker than it already is. He’s a blood Loptyrian, after all. Being who and what he is is, according to the Church of Edda, a sin and a blight against humanity. It’s not even like there’s no basis to the hatred, because unlike in the cases of people like the Branded in Tellius there is an actual threat to allowing Loptyrians to survive. Blooded Loptyrians serve as living horcruxes for Loptyr, for lack of a better comparison: within their very DNA lays a dormant shred of Loptyr’s consciousness, waiting to be brought to the surface so it can parasitize its host’s personhood through a combination of a thick enough concentration of his blood in their veins and the presence of the Book of Loptyr/Loptous. The tradition of burning suspected Loptyrians alive is a countermeasure the continent has taken to protect itself from a return to the cruelty of Loptyr’s rule. The church of the main religion present in the overall continent and all the public’s traditions, secular and otherwise, stress the importance of wiping out the imminent threat. Places in Agustria like Mackily specifically hold annual mass burnings of suspected Loptyrians, even if the public knows they’re burning innocents, because to them the risk is so great that sacrificing people who have done no wrong is worth it if there’s a single Loptyr blood carrier among them.

Fate says he deserves to die for the crime of being born. In the game he says the following:

Not all Loptyrians are evil! He knows the legacy of Saint Maera, even if the public has forgotten it. He knows that Prince Maera of the Loptyrian Empire fought for the rights of the people despite being a scion of Loptyr, and he knows he wants to do the same. Religion wise, Arvis is a MAERIST, not a follower of the Church of Edda, though he won’t publicly admit to that since to be a Maerist is to be a (reformed) Loptyrian. He wants to be good, but moreover he wants to have the capacity to be good in the first place, and fate and the gods have spat in his eye over it ever since he was born so he definitely isn’t standing for fate getting in the way of his plans to reform the world.

[devotedrigelianflower]

~*~

Josephine watched as Alm made the proper preparations needed to make his office secure to share the documents. She stayed quiet as she threw the playing card into the fireplace for the card to be burned. She got her message across but also the card needed to get destroyed so the message would not fall into the wrong hands after the meeting. The passing of messages through playing cards was something her grandfather taught her in case she worked in the Rigel Castle. She then went over to take the wedding plans and put them on the side of sofa for now. Those plans had played as a decoy so she was able to get this far without being detected by other nobles.

Once Josephine saw that Alm secured the room she went to take her seat closest to him with the carrier bag as she had to be close to show him the documents. She took a deep breath and began telling Alm what she discovered. "…As you were told by Berkut a few days ago…my aunt Edith was the Witch that summoned many terrors. Berkut got the basic report of what happened in the battle from Hunter…What we didn’t report on was that we first discovered her in a hidden area of my basement. To make matters worse after the battle…Hunter and I went to check on the basement again only to discover a hidden war room." She told him before showing him that the carrier bag had a hidden pocket under what should have been the bottom of the bag. She then placed the bag down to show him main folder that when opened would show multiple dividers with many documents within. The first thing Alm would see is the note left from Edith. 'To my dear Josephine, While my mind is clear, I leave you all the proof of what some nobles and members of the cult are doing in the shadows. Those who mocked our family behind our back because we felt sympathy for the less fortunate will pay for their crimes. I watched over you while you were in the Deliverance and I was worried that Hunter would betray you just like I was with my husband. Pretending to love me dearly, only to sacrifice me once I was no longer useful. I know I was not the only woman who was tricked and suffered this cruel fate. All I can do is give you all the information I gathered over the years and you do what you feel is right for a better Valentia. You are always in my heart my little bow knight. Love, Edith'

“…My Aunt Edith, before she was a Witch, was the one who taught me how to gather information… mostly for blackmail purposes but it was an unfortunate skill to learn if you want to protect your family from higher rank nobles.” Josephine said before moving to the first part of the documents which showed in full detail of the assassination plot. “They are going to attack on the day of Berkut and Rinea’s wedding believing it’s the most vulnerable moment. The targets being Berkut, Rinea, you and Celica.” She turned the page to show the map with detail of the castle rooms where the wedding and reception would take place. “They have info on how many staff and guards will be there. The positions of where they all will be…they were quite thorough.” She then turned the divider that showed the coup part of what their plans were after that. “To sum the 20 pages worth of laws they wrote, they are going to turn everything back to the way it was with Rigel in control and enslave the commoners and those who refuse to be loyal to their cause.” She hated reading every second of what those jerks wanted. Then Josephine turned the page with a small smirk on her face, “And here is the list of names of all the nobles in on the coup sorted by district.” She said knowing Alm would very much appreciate that info. Her smile faded as she turned to the next divider with the title of ‘Cult Activites’…knowing this part would break Alm’s heart…

~*~

@devotedrigelianflower

A knock was heard on Alm's personal office door before two familiar noblewomen entering the room. It was Rinea with Josephine following her close behind with a carrier bag. "Hello Lord Alm. Countess Josephine came here to meet with you about finalizing the wedding plans for Lord Berkut and I. Oh and also to get ahead of her own wedding with Lord Hunter!" Rinea said as she did know Alm's schedule and there was a slot open for him to have a meeting. Rinea looked over to her friend whom she was worried about since Josephine was in a dark red mourning dress. "Thank you so much for helping Lord Berkut and I with the wedding plans but are you sure you will be alright Countess?" Rinea was worried about Josephine since she knew this was not an easy time for Josephine. "I will be alright Rinea. This will be a good distraction for me. Besides I feel like Alm would understand..." She said before looking at Alm as she sadly knows if there was anyone who understood what she went through it was Alm. "...If you say so. I will leave you two be." Rinea said but before she left the room, she quickly took one pile of paperwork away from Alm. "Lord Berkut said that he would deal with the minor issues and he will not take no for an answer. Please don't overwork yourself or I'll... I'll let Lord Berkut scold you again! " Rinea said as Berkut did tell to be a little bit stricter with Alm about overworking. "I'll be sorting paperwork with Lord Berkut nearby if you need us!" She said before shutting the door behind her.  "...Rinea's still using the titles huh." Josephine said with a small smile before giving a sigh. "I had hoped she told you about the true reason she has that habit...but that will have to be another time. There are more important matters to discuss." The Countess said before taking her seat on sofa used for private meetings and breaks for tea. She started taking out the wedding plans but she took out a card that looked normal playing card at first but she flipped it around for him to read first. 'I found evidence of assassination plot and a coup. Is this room safe to talk about it out loud?' Josephine knew she had to be very careful when it came to these kinds of things. One wrong move could cause the deaths of Berkut and Rinea earlier than anticipated. ~*~

Alm's visitors find him with a large compendium on his desk, cross-referencing material on it compared to a missive in his hand with a growing scowl. The door opening would have startled him, but his guard had already informed him of his incoming visitors. As such, Rigel's Emperor simply sets down the missive atop the book and looks up with a wan smile. "Hey, Rinea. Josephine. Have a seat." It hadn't been a particularly pleasant day, considering his own fiance's recent departure back to Zofia (among other events of late, that was but a nail on the mood's coffin), but at least he does his best to look the most pleasantly neutral he can manage.

The smile, however, goes from struggling to sympathetic to the woman before him. All things considered, it was in fact a pain he was regretfully familiar with. Keenly so. "If there is anything within my power to help ease that pain... well, you have me here at your disposal, you know? Maybe some time off for your husband...?"

Of course, it is then Rinea snatches a paperwork pile. To which he can barely protest aside from an indignant squawk. The small woman's threat, however, stops him from making pursuit (playfully, if anything, he wouldn't dare spook the woman), and the Emperor instead raises his hands in mock defeat. "Alright, alright. Tell that grumpy fox he's got his way today." At the very least, it took some of the work off his shoulders, none of which he considered particularly pleasant.

And then, Rinea was gone, and it was just them. He sighs into his chair, eyes darting back to his guest. "It's a hassle to constantly correct her, but one day, mark my words, she'll feel comfortable enough to drop those pretenses around family someday." At least, he hopes so, reasons she may have notwithstanding (and perhaps, someday, she'd tell him?). Shutting the compendium with the missive inside, he sets it on a side-table to make room for the Countess, only to... frown at the presence of the playing card. A fire lit within, and yet the Emperor's next move is to press his index fingers to his lips and stand.

The fireplace crackled pleasantly, and it is to where he went first, grasping a kindling stick and lighting it, then... proceeding to light the candles around the desk without a word, then those around the room. Putting the fire on the stick out, he then moved to the window, that overlooking the gardens and training grounds below, and closed thick, heavy drapes. Alm's next movement was to a bookcase, which he firmly secures, and finally walking to the door to the study. Opening it, he quietly asks his guard to keep vigilant guard, and confirms his room is also guarded. Door closed, another thick drape is dropped from the side to cover it. Aside from the light the candles and fireplace provide, it is now.. incredibly dark. The Emperor returns to his seat.

"It is now." Soundproofed by thick drapes and ensuring the safety passage to his room was firmly locked, the study had become a small fortress for secrets. "So, tell me... what is this about?"

[nonpareiltactician]

Send 💭 for a thought my muse has had about yours || Accepting!  @jasperlion​

          “There is something about him that concerns me. I cannot describe what it is exactly, but it feels familiar, somehow. I worry that perhaps he is suffering, and simply choosing to hide it from those around him.”

[bigbluetiger]

💭!

“Alm looks at laguz like we are... gods. Are gods the only ones who can transform in Valti... Ventina... Valentia? Are they only Mila and Duma? They do not seem... touchable. Friendly. Maybe that is why Alm likes to touch, talk to, and hug me.”

“Mordecai likes this idea. Though maybe Mordecai can help them be more friendly too.”