heart of flame.

It had been mere moments since Líf had found himself standing before a mysterious tower… since someone approached him and handed him a bonsai, key, and… whatever in the hells that odd metal slate was.

If he were being honest, it all was quite confusing but he had not let that bonsai go ever since he got it. He was terrified to drop it to the point where he was now holding the pot the small tree rested in close to him with one hand while the other hand held the key he was given. Carefully turning it over, he found a number and two words emblazoned on said key.

201, Seaside Province. He didn’t know where that was… really, he didn’t know where anything was which was the reason why he had barely moved from the vicinity of the tower. He didn’t wish to get lost more than he already was however, after several moments, he caught sight of something moving past.

Curiosity taking hold, he started to wonder… who or what exactly had run past. This eventually led him to leave the tower, being careful to not drop the bonsai he was given. However, this move only ended up with him getting more lost than he already was in Arcanus City’s central district… As if the last rays of sunlight weren’t bad enough, now he had to deal with retracing his steps.

⚔️ // it wasn't every day , but every so often , byleth found herself face - to - face with a newcomer . when the lights of the aurora faded and left behind SOMEONE NEW , it was all too easy to become disoriented . so byleth made time to visit . so it was that the street lamps overhead flickered on , and the streets of the central district began to empty . in the midst of the soon - to - be quiet , byleth spotted him . seeming just as out of sorts as she and so many others had felt on their first days .

Local boar looks for glass to eat…. Crunchy….

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pulled  into  her  orbit  by  mere  curiosity ,  myst  peers  over  byleth's  shoulder  and  onto  the  pages  of  her  journal  with  a  raised  brow.  penned  with  a  host  of  careful  notations ,  a  neat  passage  of  pastry  returns  to  him  :  saghert  and  cream.

a thoughtful  hum  sings from  his  throat as he tries to make sense of it ,  finding  ingredients  unknown  amongst  those  familiar  (  . . .  noa  fruit  ?  )  ,  before  coming  to  an  inevitable  conclusion.

"  —  something  unique  to  your  land ,  then.  "  a  pity.

the  abbadon  purls  away  with  the  sudden  weight  of  a  disappointed  huff ,  shoulders  wilting  in  tandem.  but  OF  COURSE  —  the  pie  in  question  will  undoubtedly  be  an  imitation  to  it's  original  concept ,  limited  by  this  realm's  own  harvest.  it  could  never  TRULY  be ;  just  as  how  he  could  never  replicate  a  pie  of  memory ,  a  wine  of  oblivion ,  jarred  jam  of  lost  time.

. . . to  think  a  slice  of  the  enigma  of  byleth's  home  could  have  been  reached.  . . . 

what  a  thorn  in  his  side.

"  i  don't  doubt  your  judgment ,  but  what  makes  you  believe  we'll  win  ?  "  myst  asks.  left  alone ,  lithe  fingers  would  begin  to  tap  an  ERRATIC melody  over  a  surface  they  could  find.  and ,  despite  the  journal ,  he  neither  knew  what  to  prepare  for  saghert  and  cream  first. 

or , something like that . byleth had been all but FIGHTING FOR HER OWN LIFE at the time of mercedes' sage advice . her tongue had not forgotten the true danger of one too many spices . or flayn's hand on the rack , for that matter .

seven seas .

lips swirled and twisted around how to respond to such a swift shutdown . no sense of whimsy with this one !! and , well , maybe that was to be expected . byleth was not the first to insinuate that anna was not of wise judgement . but then again , anna made no such claims to the actual use of the blades .

she just thought they were pretty to look at .

her students had since taught byleth the beauty in mindlessness . even impractical things could have a reason to exist , even if they had no obvious use ; sentimental value could be value enough . byleth raised a hand to her cheek . maybe anna was trying to explain something like that , but these swords really would get a person grievously injured at best , EVEN IF HER HAND WAS SKILLED .

"i still feel that in this case , the purchase of a functional weapon would be more wise . . ." she began . over the bumps of her curled fingers , byleth peeked at her companion — unable to quite help the silent flurry in her breast ; the acute understanding that her scope for anna's worldly things was terribly small . unpleasantly so . this was one of those mindless conversations , wasn't it ? the window shopping kind annette had taught her about . thus , perhaps she had misunderstood frivolity for utter senselessness .