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Post by Poke`TrainerP!nk on Oct 3, 2015 21:19:25 GMT -5
after all this time i never thought i'd be here "How can you read something so complicated?"
Sayna looked up from the pages of her tome, raising a 'brow. She turned to look over her shoulder at the blue-eyed blonde gaping at awe at the text. The mage heaved a heavy sigh, closing the old book gingerly. "Simple," She replied curtly; "It takes practice and patience." Though, patience wasn't one of her best traits. Even today. Arro didn't waver, chin rested comfortably on her friend's shoulder, one arm draped over the other and resting her weight against her back.
"You have patience?" She pointed out, poking her tongue out and busting in a fit of giggles as Sayna shrugged her off rather forcefully, causing her too fall over next to her. The two remained seated at the grassy plains just outside of the capital Ylisstol. It was such a nice day, there really was no point spending it indoors and reading. Sayna was hoping to actually spend this quality time alone, where it was quite. However, her good friend, also a little narrow-minded and loud, Arro decided to tag along since there was no important errand to be run or lesson to attend to for the two noblewomen.
"I appreciate your perception," she fired back, fixing her robes. Arro propped up her elbow, hand cradling her head as she stared up at the other woman with a small pout. "Why are you wearing those grungy clothes anyway?" Arro asked, scrunching up her nose delicately. "It's nothing to wear on a warm afternoon, yet alone for a woman of your status."
Sayna pinched at the bridge of her nose. "Arro," she grumbled; "I was hoping to practice some magic out in the open. Mages have to wear this garb on the field of battle to show their station. And it's only appropriate for those previous of me to show my dedication and respect in the art." However, she was right. She hated wearing these things merely because the uniform gave her so much discomfort. She would have chosen a more casual wardrobe for this occasion. It just wasn't right, though.
"Couldn't you have chosen something.. I don't know.. Better to look at?"
Sayna deadpanned at her. Arro gave a nonchalant shrug. "You know I'm right." she added; "I can practically read your mind! You like wearing that Gods awful outfit no more than I can stand looking at it." There was a pause. The blond hopped up onto her feet with an almost cat-like reflex then promptly dusted herself off with a hum. "Honestly, Sayna. You're a very pretty lady. It's a shame you hide that figure in such gloomy attire. Even if it was how you put it.. Appropriate for a mage of your rank." Sayna hugged the tome to herself almost protectively, squinting a little at Arro in scrutiny. "Did you just compliment me, then insult me in the same sentence?"
"Oh details, details," Arro waved away her comment. She balled up her fists slightly and rested them at her hips, "The point is. You won't find a suitable husband if you continue to wear things that just hang over you... As well if you continue to be a grump all the time." The last part she had said under her breath, adding a little cough.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing, dear!"
Sayna shook her head in disbelief. "I didn't allow you to come with me to criticize on my choice of wear, Arro. I was actually hoping you'd help me." Arro canted her head to the left a little. "Oh?" she replied; "What for?" The red head pursed her lips thoughtfully, "I wanted your aide in helping me train." She received a look of absolute confusion. "Let me explain," she implied. "I am good at magic, yes, and I find investigating the mysteries and strategy of the art itself very compelling and interesting. But, it does me no good if I were to be faced with an enemy close ranged. See were the problem resides?"
"So.. What you're requesting from me is.. That you want to be taught the ways of sword handling and close combat?"
"Exactly."
Now it was Arro's turn to express how crazy Sayna sounded, by dropping her shoulders a little with mouth agape in shock. "Are you serious?" she said; "I've only attended fencing, like, once!" Sayna raised an eyebrow. "Your point?" she prompted; "You've at least learned the basics, correct? That's all I need to get by." The blond scratched the back of her head and kicked the ground, rather unsophisticated. "You see," she chuckled nervously; "I had no right mind to pay attention. It just wasn't of interest at all.. Really.. I kinda.. Well.. Fell asleep through it, so to say.."
The other woman frowned, "You're joking..." Arrow held her hands up in defense. "I'm sure there are others who are more than willing to help you!" she defended; "There's no chance your father could teach you?" Sayna scoffed, "Please, my father isn't the type to instruct. Just were do you think get my fortitude from?" Arro tapped her finger to her chin, "Well, uhm..."
"Forget it..." the mage groaned; "I suppose it's too much to ask. Perhaps some other time." She abruptly stood and turned on her heel, heading back into the capital, with a perplexed Arro pacing after her.
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Post by Jay tha' Funkee' Homosapien on Oct 4, 2015 1:19:04 GMT -5
Chrom gave a small yawn, having just recently woken up from a nap twenty or so minutes ago. The Ylissean prince had decided to take a walk through the capital that day, getting bored of being kept in the castle for Naga knows how long. It had been a while since he or any of the Shepherds had gone on a mission due to Emm not needing any assistance - well any that he or the Shepherds could offer, so there wasn't much to do in times like these. It gave him more time to sleep and train, but also more time to think, something Chrom never really got to do during the stress of battle.
"Milord." The voice of his guardian knight - Frederick shook the royal out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the real world.
"What is it Frederick?" He asked boredly, turning to the suited man in front of him. There was a time where he would only see the chestnut haired man clad in a full suit of armour, impaling those around him with no remorse, now here he was at a fruit and vegetable stand, holding several tomatoes towards the prince's face.
"Which one seems the best to you? I'm certain it's the one to the far left, but the third from the right in the second row looks aesthetically pleasing."
"Frederick I assure you that the cook won't care whether a few tomatoes are bruised or not, and there's no sense in comparing them either. Nine damaged tomatoes will still serve more than two undamaged ones, won't they?"
"You are right. How foolish of me." He smiled, turning towards the owner of the stall to discuss prices. Chrom stepped away from the stand and observed the liveliness of the marketplace. He watched the group of kids play a game of tag and a young couple dance freely in front of the fountain, the lute player behind them preforming for fun more than profit. This is why he loved Ylisstol, the people were always in a good mood no matter what the situation and it always left the king with a warm feeling inside. It was because of this why Chrom would often ask Frederick accompany him outside the castle to give back to the people by buying their wares and giving them any spare coin they had.
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Post by Poke`TrainerP!nk on Oct 4, 2015 2:29:46 GMT -5
after all this time i never thought i'd be here "Saynaaaaa. Your hair is so pretty~," the blonde woman cooed, tangling her fingers through Sayna's tresses and admiring the crimson sheen that reflected from the sunlight. Sayna's face twisted up a little into a small scowl. She attempted to tug herself away from her friend's grasp, wincing a little. It was inevitable, considering Arro refused to relinquish, and her scalp was rather sensitive as is. "So, I guess you're done being dumbfounded?" She spoke, raising a 'brow in question. Arro shrugged half-heartedly with a small hum. The mage rolled her eyes. Typical. She wasn't listening. The young woman tucked a free strand of red hair from her face and behind her ear. "Can't be helped," she murmured softly.
The two weaved through the area of crowding people, Sayna leading, and Arro being carted after like some animal on a leash. Sayna winced again, turning sharply with a small glare. "Ow!" She exclaimed, grabbing her hair and yanking the locks away from Arro's grip. Tears began to well up in her eyes. "What are you doing?" Sayna demanded sharply. The blonde held up her hands as she did before, "I was only combing though the tangled ends with my fingers is all! You really need to better your upkeep on your hair, Sayna. You'd look so elegant if it wasn't such a knotted mess. And don't get me started on that horrid bun you style it into!" She crossed her arms over her chest. It seemed they have just remained immobile there forever, in the middle of the crowd like statues, staring each other down. Sayna's lower eyelid twitched a little, then she turned her head away abruptly with a soft scoff. "Tch, I don't have time for this prattle. It's pointless. I've already given you my reasoning, but I guess you don't want to hear it. It's no use anyway, trying to change your mind when it comes to my appearance.."
To be honest, all of these comments had been making Sayna feel rather self-conscious. This wasn't anything new. It must have started at the beginning of each of the girls' stage of puberty. It wasn't exactly a big deal. However, it would be nice if Arro kept this issue private. Arro bounded after her friend, linking arms with the grouch. "Don't be mad. I only do this because I care for you. I want you to take care of yourself!" She explained with sincerity. "Is that your way of an apology?" Sayna grumbled. "Oh posh. I never apologize for something I see that is the truth. Would you rather have me lie to you?" Silence. "Precisely!"
Sayna heaved out a heavy sigh, "You can be so exhausting." Arro gave another little shrug in response, "That may be so. But you love me." Unfortunately for her, this was true. Though, she would never bring herself to admit it. "Let's just return home quickly before I develop a massive headache from your constant nagging."
"Are you sure it isn't from the unnecessary amounts of heat you're radiating from that hideous robe?---"
"Enough already, please."
The woman turned her head briefly to the stand that was off to the side selling fruits and vegetables of different varieties. "Hold a moment," she paused, swiftly turning her heel and sauntering over to the vendor; "There's a vegetable stand over here. That's convenient because I was supposed to run an errand to grab some carrots and potatoes for stew for supper tonight."
The fair woman groaned, wrinkling her delicate nose. "Are you serious? Sayna, really," she huffed, shaking her head; "Must we do that now? It's so crowded!" The red head frowned. "Don't be rude, Arro," she replied shortly. "Though, I have to say. The tables have turned quite suddenly. I thought I was the one so eager to get home." She couldn't help but smirk a little at her friend's expense. "Oh, har har. You're quite the jester, Sayna," Arro said, bitterly.
"I-- Ah!!"
She grabbed for a tomato, rotating it in her hand and eyeballing it for any imperfections. "You what?" Sayna pressed, her back turned momentarily only to feel a great force shoving her forward into someone with a grunt. She desperately held onto whoever's person for support, casting a sharp glare at Arro, who also clung to her robes to keep balance. "S-Sorry!" she squeaked, gazing sheepishly at the disgruntled mage; "Someone must have shoved me."
"That was rather graceful. I have to admit," she mumbled sourly. Sayna stumbled awkwardly, then straightened up her posture. "I greatly apologize for that..." she started quietly, dusting her robes off. She had only caught glimpse of that had looked like a cape made of the finest fabric Ylisse had to offer, while her sight was focused more toward the ground. It appeared to her that the person she had stumbled into was of a Noble status. Sayna gazed up at the navy eyes of the male with a look of uncertainty, lips tightened almost to a straight line. She hadn't seen this man before. The gentleman that was next to him didn't look all too inviting, either. Which meant he was in his company. The narrowed stare he had been displaying with those chocolate optics gave her an unnerving feeling of despair, observing and scanning her very being like a predator onto it's prey.
She took in a breath through her nose, keeping her expression stoic as possible, she could feel the knight's eyes bearing down at her like a hawk and the quivering of the form of her friend Arro who immediately took refuge behind her. "Please forgive myself and my companion here." TAGS: none
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Post by Jay tha' Funkee' Homosapien on Nov 9, 2015 16:35:37 GMT -5
"Uwoh!"
Chrom was pushed forward into the stall, his head smashing into the sign on top of it. He placed a hand on his forehead and inhaled through his teeth, stepping back a bit from the wooden sign.
"Gods that hurt..." He murmured. It was far from the worse injury he had every received, but damn if it still didn't hurt. The prince turned his head slightly to look in the direction of the person who had shoved him.
"I greatly apologize for that..." The still dazed Royal had heard her apology and accepted her apology, though there were no ways of knowing this however, as the thoughts of replying seemed rather foreign to him at the current moment due to his sudden impact with a wooden board.
Frederick on the other hand seemed rather skeptical. Although Ylisstol was a happy and peaceful haildom, traces of crime still lingered below the surface. There was a a chance that this little "Shove" charade could be a new form of pickpocketing or worse; a plan to assassinate the prince!
Frederick's hand crept slowly from his basket full of tomatoes to his back pocket, where a dagger lay in wait. He kept there just in case anything of the sorts would ever happen.
Clearly, he lived up to his name of Frederick the wary.
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Post by Poke`TrainerP!nk on Nov 10, 2015 22:29:58 GMT -5
after all this time i never thought i'd be here "Gods that hurt," Sayna heard the man curse through his teeth. A slight frown graced upon her already weary expression. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two gentlemen in front of herself and Arro. Observantly watching each careful movement the knight had made. Obviously, the man had looked upon them as some kind of threat, which, in truth made her heart drop and her stomach rather uneasy. She held her breath for a moment, then dropped her shoulders, muscles aching with relief. Wow, she was tense.
"We meant no harm," she began; "I'm Sayna, from the Noble house of Murray. My father served as a Cavalier in the royal army for years until his recent retirement. And this is Arro, a friend of mine since childhood." She jerked her head a little to the side, motioning to the gobsmacked blonde behind her. Sayna could sense the urgency and caution from the taller male. Somehow, this was familiar to her. "If I may..." the mage spoke; "I assume that you are Frederick the Wary. I've heard stories. Mind you they were all of endearment. Your reputation precedes you, good Sir." She then turned to the injured Nobleman before her. "Allow me to look at that," she insisted. Sayna ushered him to remove his palm from his forehead, lightly pressing her cool fingertips to the already bruising skin. He gave a flinch. A natural reaction. "Must have slammed into that sign pretty hard. Since I am barely touching you. If we don't treat it, it will only get worse. And by the look of it, I don't think you'd be risking walking around with a black and blue mark that just about covers the entirety of your forehead. I have some remedies that will help the swelling go down, as well as the discoloration."
She squinted a little, then, moved her hand away from his face to rest it upon his shoulder. "Can you speak?" Sayna asked. Of course, she wanted to make certain that his mental health and eyesight were still in tact. With her free hand, she held up three fingers in front of his face. "How many fingers am I holding up? Take some time if you need."
Arro turned to her friend with uncertainty, well-trimmed 'brows knitted together in concern. She took a glance at the man in armor and swallowed hard, making a small step closer to Sayna. "We're really sorry," she managed with a hushed tone. Sayna let out a sigh, "I've already made my peace, now's not the time to be wallowing. It was just an accident. Right now, this man needs medical attention."
Frederick cleared his throat. "My lady," he spoke dryly; "I assure you m'lord has endured far worse than a simple hit to the head. However your aide is well appreciated, but not necessary. I will be the one to ensure that no other damage is done and that he makes a swift recovery." Sayna pursed her lips, then raised an eyebrow, eyes locked onto the serious expression of the Great Knight. "I'm sure you are quite capable. However, I must insist that you allow me to take care of this issue. Since, I am the one who caused it. I should do my best to atone for this accident, correct?" His lips were pressed to a solid line. "Look, Sir Frederick. You may chastise me on my behavior later. You can even bring this matter up to my father. I have no qualms with you. But right now, we must make sure he's alright."
Although, it was a wonder why him of all people would associate himself with just some random nobleman. It was really of no concern of hers. What she will later find out will give her quite the surprise.
"If you can understand what I am saying," she instructed the navy haired man; "I want you to begin walking with us to my home, where you will get the proper care. You can lean on me if you'd like if you are unable to walk straight." The brunette gave her a look, which she blatantly ignored. TAGS: none
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Post by Jay tha' Funkee' Homosapien on Jan 10, 2016 12:07:06 GMT -5
Chrom's mind began to think properly once more, but he felt the feeling of a headache coming on. He placed both hands on his forehead and wrenched his eyes shut with a low growl.
"Allow me to look at that," The prince opened his eyes slowly, staring at the shorter girl with a questioning gaze, but complying with her orders. He removed his hands from his bluing wound, wincing back a little as he felt her cold fingertips touch him.
How the hell were they this cold? It was the middle of August!
"Can you speak?" As she moved her fingers, both of his hands returned to his forehead. His mouth opened, and he managed to choke out, a loud:
"Yeah!" He looked down at her fingers and let his arms down to his side. "And that's... Three fingers." He confirmed, with a nod.
It was kind if embarrassing to do this, especially in front of Frederick, but if it eased her worries...
"Frederick, I feel that it'd be much easier if we just went along with what she suggests. Besides, she is from a noble house. I see no need to not trust her." He informed his guard, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Sayna, was it? Lead the way, I don't think I'll need much help." The the navy haired male replied.
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