from zero to hero

Wincing as the tin collided with the top of his mop of hair, his grip on his current possessions strengthened. Realizing a small amount of time had elapsed, he begins to speak, rushing with every syllable he uttered.

"Yikes! I sure hope I didn't rattle you too bad, Ma'am. Er... I certainly didn't mean to anyway."

Nevertheless, when she began to speak, he became at ease and his muscles loosened up, losing its previous tense state. He listened to her, nodding.

"Well, that's all a matter of perspective, ain't it? Kinda like the half-empty, half-full debate. To a littl'un, a year's a whole world of time! But to anyone who's gone through half their life, it ain't too much off the shoulder."

Time works in mysterious ways. The young manaket sighed as she pulled her robe closer around her thin frame.

For her espically time was almost hard to explain. Even though she wasn’t one to actively voice it but it had been a little over a year since she and Morgan had tried to find their parents and ended up in the past.

Her mind wonders to just how things have changed in the future and how many more battles there are to come. There had been some tough times and some times that Morgana still doesn’t know how she surived.

The villager hadn't quite expected himself to speak, especially not with so much energy and force behind his words, but nevertheless, he spoke. Coming back to the camp with a net and fish in hand, he gave a warm grin towards the manakete.

"Morgana, right? I reckon I've seen you 'round a few times, but I can't say I've really sat down and talked with ya', heh!" he laughed. "I guess there's always a first time for everything. Nice ta' meet'cha nice'n proper, Morgana! The name's Donny-- er, Donnel, if ya' haven't heard yet."

A little bit of time to relax was all she asked for, a lady simply does not cause a scene or participate in drama…Stressing over it all would sprout grey hairs and cause lines, which she surely did not want. Not to mention she had a specific way of doing things and would not let any plebeians or ruffians to ruin her tea time.

She was in bliss. A cup of tea at her lips and a quiet atmosphere did her well…She felt right at home. Her manner, blood and just about everything about her said noble. Just about anyone would be proud just to be in her presence- or she would like to think so. After all, why wouldn’t they be? She was charming, the perfect lady and trained in the fine arts.

But still, being trained in the fine arts did not save her from accidentally spilling a bit of tea on herself, a shameful mistake that showed a lack of grace. She had not the chance to see if anyone had witnessed it, for she was already up and ready to work with the hot liquid, washing it off before it stained her with shame and disgrace. 

It wasn't too often that one found the time to simply stand and let the world pass by at its own natural pace. The villager took a good whiff of the air and exhaled deeply, putting his hands firmly on his sides. Showing a satisfied smile towards the sky, Donnel eventually picked up his feet again and began to move elsewhere.

It was by chance that he was able to cross paths with the troubadour (Okay, maybe that was a stretch. It wasn't as if it was near impossible to interact with someone no matter how strikingly different your backgrounds were-- especially with the Shepherds.), and he took note of that as he began to space out once more.

Staring at the blonde, he soon felt somewhat self-conscious of his own lack of grace and class that she so obviously possessed. Not budging an inch other than to slowly lower his gaze to his dirt-smudged hands for only a brief few moments, he continued to keep his focus on the lady.

It came as a relief when he witnessed her spill, breaking the illusion that she was a prim and proper woman far above his own level. His grin broke out and a soft noise of approval. Right-- Maribelle was human too. He felt almost ridiculous putting her on a pedestal up high to the point it was comparable to the status of a goddess in his mind.

When she returned, he had barely registered the possibility that she could have spotted him, so when she did take note of him, it took him a few moments to realize she was addressing him and not some other individual.

"Gosh, I'm really sorry, Ma'am!" he cried, growing flustered. "I don't mean to be all rude, honest!"

Of course. Now, he was going to be stumbling over all his words and make himself out to look like not just a voyeur but an incompetent fool in front of someone of high stature. He could vividly imagine the scolding he would receive for not behaving properly towards others, especially those deserving of the highest of respect.

Wondrous.

"N-No..! There ain't a darn thing wrong with the way yer handlin' stuff! ...N-N.. Not that you hafta be the problem in this situation! In fact, I'm probably the one messin' things up'n--"

My third set!! I want to do more ;u;

i have such an intense bias for some of the FE characters its not even funny

He pulled open a couple of drawers near him until he hit on the right one. Smiling a little - Donnel's optimism was rubbing off on him, dammit! - Lon'qu held one up so the boy could see.

Eh... he could try and grow some more berries to make up for it. Surely that'd be enough of an apology then, right? ...Hopefully. Well, he was gonna cross his fingers anyway.

Looking over to Lon'qu, his own grin grew after a brief period of astonishment. Were his eyes working properly? Had he seen this man ever curve his lips upward. "Yeah! Those are the kn-- Oh."

Then it had hit him.