♔ V A L K Y R I E

Lancer, huh? Okay, got it!

Gullibility was a sure sign the young dragon was still immature, despite his evolution already exceeding his limit. but in his good nature and faith he saw no reason to accuse the other of giving him lies. He listened carefully before cocking his head to one side.

Huh? Do you miss your home then? Why are you here?

I was born in the Land of Seas, but Zero was always moving around. I guess maybe Midgard is my home. The whooooole entire thing.

Did she miss her home? She admittedly called all things her home.  She loved all things, all places, all heroes... and thus it was difficult to comprehend that one place would be deemed the best of all of them.  They all had their charms. “I suppose I do.” A somber smile as she swayed her weight between her feet. “I was summoned here to participate in a war, something children should not dabble in.” 

     This most recent destination was a bit more overwhelming to the princess than her previous adventures; the area she’d found herself in was decidedly advanced compared to her own realm, although it bore resemblance to the enemy kingdom to her own. It was beautiful, in some way, but with a language barrier rendering her unable to read the signs and navigate towards anything specific, she sought the help of a stranger. 

     The woman in question appeared better fit to Camilla’s homeland than the place she currently inhabited; her ominous armor and sizable lance were certainly different than any Nohrian counterparts, but not culturally shocking in the way that everything else here was. It was with caution (but her usual confidence) that she approached the other.

“ What sounds words.. accurate at that as well. I guess in my haste I forgot all great things take some amount of time to accomplish. I mean, I’m still but a child but at the very least I know I have plenty of time and room to grow! As does this eventual library–with its books countable on two hands. “ Giving the woman a thankful bow would he smile back up at her. 

“I am terribly sorry, but I do not have such a thing on my person.” Her voice was quiet, as if she were disappointed with herself for not being of use. 

Shifting her feet nervously she would instead offer up a different idea. “Perhaps I will bring any materials here, when I come across them. Most of how I learned was through scrolls or runes of magic, but I am certain I can find some books in these worlds...” 

“I see… Such sorrow from your eyes tell me your words have more than that. A tragedy befall you as well from being treated with kindness?” 

Toe-kee-o? Jah-pan? Uhh, I’ve never heard of it…

A confused tilt of his head as he mumbled the foreign words. The statement couldn’t be more obvious, really. He stuck out like a sore thumb. An elephant in a sea of mice! 

He remained silent ( something that seems rare ) as he quietly thought about this information. Why did all these places have such strange specific names? He was used to simply calling vague spaces of land after their physical attributes- and the shrines they each held for Zero’s sisters.

Shaking out of his troubled stupor, he immediately perked up, parting his serrated jaw just barely to reveal the sharper teeth underneath. His tail, began to loosely wave side to side. Maybe he could make a new friend!

Oh! But, thanks! I mean-

Then he corrected himself- just like Zero had taught him.

“Mm...” The noise escaped her lips airily as she seemed to also correct herself. “You are quite welcome, Mikhail. I am...” Who was she? Summoned to this place, without a master. A technicality that seemed near impossible, still...it would be unwise to divulge her identity so frivolously, even if this was not a grail war. “Lancer. You may call me Lancer.” 

“ Well, not really. I was mostly speaking to myself on the matter! That is to build a library within this land of lights so that anyone who comes here who does not know what to do may pass some time with a book! I thought it to be a good idea but.. “ Eyes wandering back to his pathetic pile of books. 

Seeing this one cast so down made her uneasy.  Though Hero’s Bridesmaid did not work here, she could still sense some sort of heroism and kindheartedness that emanated from the boy. Her sad expression broke into a smile. Although somber, it would be enough to light a room.

Umm! Excuse me!

It felt like his days were filled with things to do now that he wasn’t afraid of the portals ( not that he was afraid in the first place! ). Still, with sooo many places to go, the only way he could know where he was going was by asking people- and more tan often he’d terrify the residents. It was rather refreshing change from talking to some boring old wildlife back at home though.

Summoning his attention to appear less scary ( is that possible? ), he approached the nearby stranger, claws shyly pulled up in front of him in hesitation.

Features which normally did not harbor unwarranted animosity seemed to contort into an unreadable measure of equal parts shock, uncertainty and resentment. O’ Odin, twas a drake which stood before her and yet spoke with the voice of a child.  What sort of snake used the mannerisms of a child to lure the unsuspecting to their demise? Such trickery seemed only capable by the wings of Fafnir. 

It was impossible, for through legend and prophecy she knew that Fafnir had been slain, by her beloved Sigurd no less. What other matter of beast stood before her now? A creature with a likeness to Fafnir, that was all.

“Is there something wrong?”

Her grip relaxed, her eyes closed, gaze drawn down to the ground in shame of sorts. Remorse for the feeling that she might lose control enough to slay someone who had granted her a favor, solely because of how he looked. O’ cursed human nature, for bequeathing her such feelings without any sort of guidelines. “Ahh--”

だから、殺しますね by Abi.

“ Well.. it’s a start! “ Having assorted some of his mother’s old books (which she hopefully wouldn’t notice going missing) would Morgan be starting what looked like either his own personal book club in the Star Gate or a miniature library. Although looking at it, it really did need a shelf of sorts. Looking around himself, he was alone for the time being so he couldn’t really carry one. A bit of a sigh escaped his lips as he sat down in front of his neat pile.