PRINCESSA

          -ˏˋ  fungoso ˊˎ-

fungoso is located in between italy and france, surrounding corsica (which is apart of france ) and sardinia (which is apart of italy). it is a european island country on the mediterranean sea which is surrounded by several little islands on all sides (not pictured). it has a mainly temperate climate but snow has been known to happen. it has mountain ranges near rome and algeria and tunisia  it covers around 171,240 km2 and has a population of around 40 million people.

being between both france and italy, it’s official languages are both french and italian; most of its population is bilingual but the side near france speaks french over italian and vice versa with the side next to italy.

due to it’s central geographical location, it is home to several different peoples and cultures. it is a welcoming and accepting country to various cultures and often offers help to those seeking asylum from their war-torn countries but their views on certain things are a bit behind, such as homosexuality.

fungoso is still a monarchy government where king  maximillian homer champéné rules over the people but he works very closely with a special council who work closely with the people of fungoso. there is always an open dialogue and people are free to make complaints to the council about things they’re worried about. the monarchy is functional and the people are content with what they have but there has been whisperings and talk about a parliamentary government taking over from the monarchy though it’s mostly just rumour.

fungoso is an extremely rich country, it has an abundance of wealth from trade. they are the second largest wine producer, second to italy. the country is rich with agriculture, exporting rare mushrooms and truffles around the world. what they lack, however, is a military presence. the royalty before focused on the wealth of the country while their military might began to dwindle.

“hmm? oh, thanks!” 

   you didn’t realize you had company. she’s surprisingly light on her feet, that princess peach. wiping sweat from your brow, you turn to face her royal highness and give her a little wave before setting the weaponry in question down. part of you feels you ought to give a bow– countless etiquette lessons drilled into your head by your grandfather ( a curmudgeonly old man who took one look at you and decided you needed so much ‘fixing’ to be deemed worthy of his title ) demand it… as well as ones from long, long ago, from when you were small and the world around you seemed so much brighter and beautiful.

   fungoso is uncharted territory, however. there may be beauty out there yet, beyond fodlan’s borders. and discovering that beauty would start with befriending your foreign housemate. ( or the soft, pretty woman could be poisonous at her core, and you’ll know exactly what to expect in the future, should her kingdom intersect with yours. )

“how long have you been sitting there, peach? i didn’t notice you come in!” 

Peach hoped she hadn’t startled him; she had wanted to announce her presence earlier but he had seemed so concentrated that she didn’t want to distract him. He pulled the string of his bow, only to release and hit the target dead center. It was impressive; target after target he hit the bulls-eye          had it been a person, he would have impaled them through the heart. The thought made her a little sick so she stopped imagining the targets as people.

❛ You’re welcome, ❜ she replied with a beaming smile, closing the book of magic study on her lap so she could dedicate her attention to Claude. When he questioned her presence, she blushed. ❛ A while. I wanted to see who was training today... ❜ She was trying to gather up the courage to ask for help. Magic and healing is where she excelled but when it came to weapons... she was clumsy. ❛ I hope I’m not bothering you. I just thought praise was due, you hit every single bulls-eye. ❜ She sounded excited, she had silently been cheering him on.

She was a quiet girl, so far she had notyet befriended anyone within her house or any other house. The fact of the matter was that she was terrified               Peach had grown up with very little interaction with other people so her inexperience was obvious when she tried to talk to others. ❛ Sorry if I’m bothering you, I could leave if you’d prefer to be alone. ❜

           “  Right ? It’s cute short, but I have so much fun playing with it now that it’s longer,  ”  Annette doesn’t bother trying to suppress the giggles that press at her lips & so she lets them fall from a soft smile, her dutiful fingers combing through golden hair all the while. Mentions of the past – their oh-so easy days spent at the Academy when the heaviest hardship they bore was a class exam – tend to bring an odd joy along with them. A nostalgia… mixed with melancholic yearning for a similar youthfulness to return to their lives. She knows it’s gone, dead & cold in ground at their feet, but… she can still wish. 

                         “  Long side braid it is!                                Maybe I’ll put some flowers in it too ~  ” 

The way pale digits entangled around golden locks brought on a state of relaxation and ease and Peach just wanted to bask in it. She hadn’t felt such a way since Annette had last combed through her hair and that was over five years ago. She didn’t get many chances to feel like this in her daily life. She wanted to speak of how much she appreciated what the other was doing, how much it meant to her to receive this kind of gentle affection and care but all that passed parted lips was a gentle sigh of enjoyment.

❛ Flowers ? Sounds lovely, ❜ she commented quietly.  ❛ You’re going to make me beautiful. You know, I never could figure out a braid. Even back then I was a failiure at it and you still tried to teath me. ❜

                it is the gentility of her approach,   the kindness that resonates from her so effortlessly,   that captures the priestess’ attention so swiftly;   enough so that she’s immediately taken from her thoughts   (  remnants of a past life,   concerns for the road that stood ahead,   long-winding and turbulent  ),   attention fully turned to her companion.   the princess is so genuinely empathetic,   so tirelessly warm.   it is no wonder that she’s able to bring a smile to adelaide’s lips so swiftly as she shakes her head in apology.   “   oh!   yes,   of course.   i was only thinking about …   home.   within the walls of the monastery,   thieme and the kingdom seem almost an eternity away –   don’t you think so,   my lady?  “  

Wave after wave, a relentless torrent, it washed over the princess. Sadness, sick and heavy. She felt it as if it were her own. Softly, a hand branched out, an offering, and gently did her fingertips brush softly across the back of Adelaide’s hand. A question of can I? She wouldn’t touch unless invited though her arms yearned to encompass the other girl and squeeze until she felt comfort.  When explanation spills past rosy lips, it’s now a wave of understanding that rolled over her. Oh, the pain of missing home           she knew it well for it haunted her often.

❛ I agree, ❜ she spoke, eyes looking suddenly very far off, as if they were gazing elsewhere.

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❛ Annette, please. ❜ Her heart does something strange; it somersaults within her chest, pirouettes, even. It picks up its pace and the princess can hardly breathe. ❛ I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. ❜

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