#kinda spoilers but eh if you've read anything i wrote about these two in askr its not spoilery anymore

[yukiwrites]

Flayn, Blurting Out

Thanks for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This one was so funny to write I was cackling to my computer >v<)’’’

Summary: Although Seteth and Flayn had allowed some of the Heroes to know of their circumstances (namely those of dragonkin since they found out the truth with a glance), they still exercised caution. However, they couldn’t help but notice how being around some... blue haired royals made them feel as though they had to run away...

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Getting used to the life in Askr turned out to be quite a challenge for Seteth.

He had to be doubly on guard because there were denizens from his own world as well as a wide variety of, let's call them 'heroes' for lack of a proper term, heroes concealing dubious backgrounds.

Every day he felt the pangs of an ulcer developing in his body, though he wanted just as fervently for Flayn to enjoy her time in Askr, if only so she could hold onto the good memories once they were thrown back into the chaos of Fódlan.

Nevertheless, apart from never relaxing his watchful gaze around people who would interact with Flayn, Seteth realized he felt somewhat... disconcerted around certain individuals. He couldn't say if it was something passed down in their family or even if he could trust their words at all -- 'Save the future'? 'Bonds give you strength?' -- despite every single Hero he spoke to vouching for their integrity.

If they were such wonderful people, why did he and Flayn -- and he could tell she also felt discomfort around them; nothing would escape his watch! -- feel that way around them? Their, pfft, royal blue mane and eyes were proof of their royalty and humility?

If they made his precious daughter feel bad, they were not good people, period!

... And yet, Seteth and Flayn were to pair up with one of such individuals for today's battle. They were, first and foremost, summoned people who vowed to obey the Summoner's orders, after all, so they couldn't simply deny fighting alongside someone because they didn't like their general vibe.

"Good day to the both of you," the blue haired man let out a friendly smile, approaching for proper introductions, "I'm Chrom, leader of the Shepherds and next Exalt of Ylisse. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, goodness me!" Flayn exclaimed, placing both hands in front of her mouth in surprise. "This exalted individual is, indeed, the next in line to rule a kingdom, Fa- um, Brother!" She whispered close to Seteth's ear, feeling the discomfort increase with each step Chrom gave in their direction.

Chrom tilted his head to the side, a slight frown knitting his brow. "Is something the matter, my good lady? If I've offended you..."

"Oh!" Flayn waved both hands in front of her face in a flustered apology. "Do forgive my lack of manners, good lord! I have, um, a hard time conversing with strangers due to my sheltered upbringing." She bowed respectfully, though Seteth's ever present hand on her waist didn't allow her to bow properly.

"Ah," Chrom scratched the back of his neck, flashing a wide smile. "That's alright; no need to force yourself on my behalf. I can talk from way over," he took two steps back, "here."

Flayn snorted a laugh, quickly slapping her mouth with both hands to hide the following giggles. "Thank you for your consideration, my lord! I would feel bad if you were to continue to do so without knowing the circumstances, so I must confess..."

"Flayn-" Seteth intervened, shooting the young woman with an alarmed glance.

"Oh, but Fa- Brother, he seems to be such an upstanding individual. Perhaps we should simply ask so we can come to the bottom of this!"

"It does get rather difficult to hear what you're saying from way over here..." Chrom commented light-heartedly, earning the end of Seteth's glare. "Pray, good sir, tell me if I've done something to offend you and your sister. I mean you no harm -- on the contrary, I simply want us to have a friendly banter before we carry out our mission."

Sighing, the older man pressed the bridge of his nose in pent up frustration, changing the weight of his body to another foot. "Forgive my open hostility, Lord Chrom. The truth is that Flayn and I feel some sort of discomfort whenever you or the ones from your bloodline are present."

Chrom frowned, crossing his arms in thought. "Discomfort? Bloodline? Are you talking about Lissa and Lucina, perhaps?"

"Oh, now that I think about it, Lady Lissa is a most pleasant company for tea time." Flayn criss crossed her fingers in a lady-like manner, though then tilted her head to the side in confusion. "So it means that Lady Lissa does not exude this... pressure I unfortunately feel around you, good Lord."

"I have ascertained that only those of blue hair that are linked to you make us feel this way. Lord Marth, Lady Lucina... Though not blue-haired, Lord Alm also radiates this pressure."

"Pressure? Me?" Chrom took one hand to his chin in thought, "I could understand if it were Lord Marth, but I'm nothing if not approachable..." He mumbled here and there, trying to make a connection, his eyes falling on the ground. Then, from the corner of his gaze, he saw Falchion. "Oh! I see now!"

Flayn and Seteth both perked up at his sudden shout. He unsheathed his sword, its blue gleam shining on their eyes.

Though the two of them couldn't enjoy the wonder that was that sword for shivers ran up their spines, making Flayn take a step back while Seteth brought her close to his chest.

"Oh, sorry, I'll put it way over here." Noticing the color leaving their faces, Chrom placed Falchion at a nearby wall. "I’m sure that's the reason you two feel that around those people -- Falchion is a blade forged with the fang of a divine dragon and it can cut through any of draconic descent." He explained carefully, approaching them slowly to check if they were alright with it. "I couldn't see your ears so I didn't know you two were makenetes," he glanced at their elaborate hairstyle, trying to find anything pointy under it, though ultimately returned to meeting their eyes. "So you probably just knew by instinct that Falchion was your natural enemy and wanted to be away from it."

Her heart still pounding, Flayn took a tentative step towards Chrom -- and to her delight, there was no more discomfort now that the sword was so far away. "Oh, this is wonderful news!" She hopped on her spot, then took Seteth's hand so they could walk closer to Chrom.

Seteth, however, didn't budge. His frown, instead, deepened. "You said your sword was forged with the remains of a dragon? A divine one, if I recall?"

Flayn widened her eyes at the remark, remembering the unfortunate events that transpired back in her homeland. She looked from her father to the lord, her body swaying back to Seteth's warmth.

However, Chrom immediately gasped, then shook his hands in denial. "Gods, no! The divine dragon herself bestowed Falchion to the first exalt so he could defeat an evil dragon! We would never desecrate a holy dragon's body." He said in a gentle and hurried voice at the same time he felt a presence approaching. Taking a quick glance behind him, he grew out a smile. "In fact, she's actually the fourth member of our group for today's mission: Naga, the divine dragon." Chrom presented the approaching being with pride in his lips, though he still felt rather conflicted to be able to talk so casually and fight alongside with, well, his god.

Seteth and Flayn let out soundless exclamations of surprise once Naga approached, her very existence something that brought back an IMMENSE nostalgia inside the both of them. It was as though her aura... her aura felt almost the same as... the one back then.

Flayn opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say next, especially unknowing what to say to a deity. Her eyes, gods damn them, trailed to Falchion, abandoned by a wall, then back to Naga's... well, mouth.

Back and forth did the young girl look, prompting both Seteth and Chrom to follow her gaze and immediately understand where her thoughts were leading her. Chrom pressed his lips into a thin line and scratched the back of his neck while Seteth squeezed Flayn’s stomach with a tad more strength, but that didn’t stop the overflowing words from escaping her lips.

"So, her tooth..." She said under her mouth in awe, almost pointing at Naga's face. 'Almost' because Seteth held her finger down on the last minute.

Naga did not need context to understand and simply closed her eyes, though Chrom could swear he saw a hint of annoyance in her countenance. "It grew back."