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so uh. a little update here. i’ve been thinking of doing this for a good while, but i’m. actually doing it.

@dawnpriiestess (x)

[text: mic] yeah the whole thing [text: mic] listen i needed a snack & it was there [text: mic] not my fault it went so well with those crackers

A brief pause before another message beeped into existence.

[text: mic] …you wouldnt be able to pick up some pepto or something would you

ask mic about her crushes || accepting

    ❝ All right, FIRST of all, I’m not telling you that many things. Don’t you badger me enough?

ask mic about her crushes || accepting

ask mic about her crushes || accepting

“Unfortunately for him.”

*chinhands expectantly*

@dawnpriiestess II Starter Call

Being summoned to Askr was best described as a surreal experience. The norms of his own realm were forgone in favor of whatever rules Askr operated under. Their “summoner”, or so they were termed, had just finished a particularly productive summoning that day, and they’d announced the arrival of Micaiah. Zelgius thought it prompt to go to her side as soon as possible, for her protection was part of his mission. When he saw her eyes widen in surprise upon beholding him, he realized he’d neglected an imminently important fact.

“Ah, I see. I never revealed my face to you. I pray that you can forgive that I remained masked when we last met.”

“I am Zelgius. You may refer to me as such, maiden.”

    To be summoned into a foreign kingdom, let alone a different world, perplexed Micaiah at first. People from other realms, even ones from her own rallied together in pursuit of a shared cause. The Order -- it reminds her of the Dawn Brigade, of her own little ragtag group. 

    It makes her miss them terribly. 

    She’s heard that some people from Tellius have already been summoned, and she can’t help but to feel excited. A familiar face amidst all this would be welcomed. It may help to quell some of her nerves; she’s never been one to feel at ease while around so many people.

    His approach is made evident by heavy footfalls and the clanking of armour. She knows his voice, and the set of jet-black armour he wears, but his face...it’s not one she recognises. 

    ❝ Sir Knight...? I didn’t expect for you to be here. Still, I...it’s good to see you. You remained masked for a reason, so worry not. It isn’t anything I’ll hold against you; not after all you’ve done for me, at least.❞

Micaiah. | @dawnpriiestess

The young man scowled at his hands. “Fighting the war was easier,” he eventually offered. Voicing his thoughts had always been hard and maybe he had grown too reliant on Micaiah being able to tell what he was thinking when he shouldn’t — just because she knew him best didn’t mean she was obliged to know what went on in him at all times.

“I’m not saying I want it back. But this…” He gestured at the courtyard of Nevassa castle, his hand drawing a vague shape around the people in it. “… Are you certain you want to become queen, Micaiah?”

She had done so much for their homeland already. Sothe wished she could just rest and live a life of peace, the life she deserved. As a monarch he couldn’t see her having either of these things.

    ❝ ...You’re right, fighting was easier. But this peace...this is what we fought to achieve, Sothe.❞ Micaiah wrings her hands and shakes her head. He isn’t wrong, not in the slightest; she feels the same. Yes, fighting was easier, but now they have a chance to lay down their weapons for good. Sothe and the rest of the Dawn Brigade, as well as the Greil Mercenaries, at least deserve that much.

    Is she certain? No, not at all. But still...the people want her as their leader. How can she say no?

    ❝ I don’t know. I never intended to be in this position, but how can I not heed their calls? I’ve always strived to do what’s best for Daein and her people, and...maybe this is what comes next.❞

[serenity voice] ARE U NOT SPECIAL TO ME??????