☾ A Little Death ☽

                                     "𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐..."

                    Indie Tharja ✟ Multiship ✟ Selective ✟ 5+ Years Experience

「✟」 It was with a frustrated sigh that Tharja observed the mess left in her tent. Books out of place, jars left uncapped, and loose papers left strewn about her table. Her eyes narrowed and she put her hands on her hips as she looked over the mess. 

    Henry.

    She marched out of her tent, tome clutched tightly to her chest, and walked through the camp with a purpose, determination making her strides quick. It didn’t take long for her to spot her fellow dark mage- he was hovering around the training field, laughing as Frederick hit Chrom with a rather solid hit, nearly knocking the man off his feet. Normally, Tharja would be inclined to enjoy the pouty look of defeat on the prince’s face, as he was always a delight to watch lose, but she had something much more important to do.

    With no preamble, she took the tome in her hands and promptly whacked Henry on the head with it, the smack of the book satisfying.