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[rightfully]

ᴡʜᴏ: Lucina! And you!
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: All around the Temple of Beginnings.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Early October, pre-caves.
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: G - PG at most.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Whatever your heart desires. Also: prompts below the cut.


» ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪɴɢ.

[ Getting used to this new existence with its promise of effort - a home she hadn't exactly asked for, but wasn't complaining over - Lucina certainly can't allow her forms to slacken or her muscles to grow lazy with disuse. The two-handed sword is her weapon of choice, typically, although she has trained on other things (thank you, Fire Emblem Heroes)—today, Falchion is loyally in her hands.

...Metaphorically loyally. She still likes to believe her inherited sword is loyal to her, the way it picks and chooses among Naga's scions with a finesse that borders on cruel.

Why would that be in doubt?

Well, the training dummy has managed to disarm her and refuses to let go. Falchion protrudes from the left hand it mysteriously has, wooden fingers wrapped around the hilt.

She has been trying to get it to relinquish the blade for the past ten minutes. Kicking it does not work. Striking it in center mass does not work.

(Walking away will work, but that's not in Lucina's repetoire. Hopefully someone will suggest that to her.)

Maybe... maybe begging will work? ]

Please return Falchion to me.

[ Stony, smiling silence. Ridiculously, Lucina's voice cracks like a whip. ] It will not even work for you! [ Who would like to walk onto this mess? ]

» ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴs.

[ Fortunately, Lucina is at least somewhat familiar with rationing, although life here is hardly comparable to the ascetic necessity of her sundered future. She knows precisely how much a person can live on without losing too much muscle mass - getting to prepare her meals beyond that limitation is a luxury she's still growing used to. She has yet to eat the alloted breakfast portion in its entirety without saving a little over for lunch, but with all the sickness going around (and her own arguable bout, that she denies and affirms in turn—Lords Don't Get Sick, except when they do) she's put a little extra energy in ensuring people are fed.

This prompt will not be as long as the previous one.

As soon as someone enters, she smiles over at them from her position above an oven. A large pot bubbles placidly, efficiently stewed meats lending an edible aroma to the air. ]

Good day, friend. Would you care for some soup?

[ She... she doesn't really know how to make anything else. ]

» ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ.

( Anything else! Lucina can likely be found making herself useful in whatever degree, training in the fighting ring, or wandering the forest. If you'd like to plot something, feel free to hit me up via PM to this account, but I'm usually down for whatever. c: )

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[rightfully]

[ Strangely, she doesn't find it that awkward. She does notice his faint blush out of the corner of her eye, though, and politely ignores it. ]

As - as a liege lord, you must have loyal vassals of your own.

[ Yes, let's get back to the earlier topic
hopefully that will help ]

[besieging]

[ It's easy for her to not find it awkward when it's not her dick that got clobbered!

But yes, the earlier topic. That's fine. He can work with that, or die trying. ]

Yes. General Seth, my father's most trusted knight - he did an admirable job looking after my sister when we were separated at the war's onset. Sir Kyle and Sir Forde, the two who accompanied me on the Grado campaign...and I think Forde's younger brother Franz will almost certainly prove to be his equal, with a bit more time.

[ Maybe even better than him. The RNG is a cruel mistress. ]

[rightfully]

[ She doesn't even have one! He's, uh, he's welcome to punch her in the boob? - You know what, let's move on. ]

It sounds like you have quite a capable company at your side.

[ She's smiling a little to say it, but there's a nagging thought that succeeds her words, the prospect that nothing can compare to what is back home... and the price of it. ]

You must miss them.

[besieging]

...I do.

[ The hesitation there isn't any doubt of his feelings, just that - ]

I've had little opportunity to indulge in such affections. But they are family, as much as my sister and my father. I can't remember a time when they were not part of my life, and I dread to imagine a future without them.

[rightfully]

[ It's a very relatable sentiment. She's in no hurry to announce that, though - a very common theme running through their encounters. Ephraim opens up with such trust. She cannot offer him the same courtesy, or will not, or both. ]

I was told that once our work here is done, we will be returned to the exact moment we were taken from.

[ Not that she knows where she will go in that oblique after, but - ]

You will see them again.

[besieging]

It seems odd to think of how very long might pass here, and yet be as nothing upon our returns, but I suppose there is little that is not odd here.

[ Thinking about time travel is confusing, man. how do you even do it ]

It is a comfort to hear that, nonetheless.

[rightfully]

You may not remember this place when you go back.

[ Well, that's... bleak.

Thanks, Lucina. ]