For Victory

Clouds rolled across the sky, closer to where Cordelia and Frederick stood. The pegasus settled down a little bit after Frederick soothed her, but Cordelia didn’t think the calm would last long. Thunder began to rumble and the two friends continued on. 

Frederick nodded knowingly. He expected no less from Cordelia, as the two of them were always known to keep busy. Whether it be chores around camp or keeping look out, they were both reliable members of the army.

Robin was literally swept up off her feet by Frederick and taken into what was the camp. Everything was in shambles and the place was deserted. Wind whistled through the empty tents and there wasn’t even any sign of the pegasi and wyverns. 

Frederick's horse came to a quick stop, even she noticing the menacing aura the once lively camp gave off. The knight looked over his surroundings in nothing less than horror, and Robin's words did not easily pierce his ears.

"Ah, Gaius. There you are. You see, I prepared dessert for tonight's meal but found that a few of the cakes were missing." he spoke with a bit of suspicion as he eyed the thief. "You have not seen them, have you?"

"Hm..." Frederick furrowed his brow, glancing to the ground at his feet. No different than usual, his arms were crossed behind his back as he thought. Whether Gaius told the truth or not, it seemed this time Frederick was willing to believe him.

Stahl was certainly enjoying his half of the sandwich, already down to only half of what he had just started with. With his mouth decorated in crumbs and sauce, he smiled slightly at the other. “Wheawy?”

Try not to scold him on his bad table manners this time, Frederick. The lack of a table at all would have to serve as a good enough reason to let it slide this time.

All Chrom could remember was darkness. Utter, total darkness and the feeling of floating. It wasn’t until he could feel a sharp pain in his side that he opened his eyes, gasping. What made it more painful was how dry his throat was and how sore everything felt. If he could, then he’d choose to slip under unconsciousness once more. Faintly, he could hear muttering to his right. Having just woken up, it was hard for him to adjust to his surroundings immediately.

"Milord-!" The knight repeated himself, startled and concerned by Chrom's sudden movement. He reached for him and placed an arm on his shoulder, thankful that his lord decided on his own to return to his original laying position. 

Rain || Frederick and Cordelia

Frederick looked to the sky, trying to determine the best he could himself whether he believed a storm could be rolling in. The darkening clouds in the distance made him feel it was likely.

"No, it is not. But a knight must eat something to survive."

Frederick groaned under his breath. Robin's argument was one he hated, but one he knew to be all too true. The thought of his distaste for bear meat one day ruining him when no other meats are available plagued his thoughts often.

Walking Into War || Frederick and Robin

Adjusting his grip on the reins of his horse, Frederick followed along Robin's side as she approached camp.

"Ah, Cordelia, your presence here is a great relief! With a woman as capable as you on the field I can be doubly assured of the safety of the others. How do you fare today?"

"Nervous you say? How curious… I’ve noticed that at times my horse acts the same way before changes in the weather. Perhaps a storm is approaching?" He pondered this for a moment. An incoming storm would certainly cause movement to be slowed for the upcoming battle... He would have to speak with Chrom.

Before anyone starts getting a big head over this…

"Ah, Robin. Our next move is upon us. What are your strategies for our upcoming battle?

"Ah, I see." Frederick nodded. As usual, Robin appeared to have things under control. He dreaded the idea of battling in the desert. He always had. He knew far too well how slowly he moved in the sand, and the idea of Chrom being so far ahead of him in the heat of battle terrified him. But with Robin there he could be reassured of his lord's safety.

"Are we telling jokes? I have a joke too. How do you make someone get off a swing?"

"You stab them with a sword."