Gentle Galdr

I’ve talked about doing this for a little while, but I’m doing it for reals now! I’m moving all my FE muses over to a multimuse! I think that doing this will enable me to spend more time with ALL of my muses. I won’t have to constantly be logging in and out of different accounts, and I can give the muses on my sideblogs proper attention.

All relationships, headcanons, and RPs will be transferred over as well, so don’t worry! If you have an RP going with me already, I plan to continue it. Nothing is getting deleted, all of my muse activity will just be going on over at …

@tomestobetold

“ I think Rafiel would die if he heard me talking this way … “

    Elena sits at the edge of the bed as she observes Lillia. She SEEMS okay, but she knows that a heron’s needs are quite a bit more delicate than that of a beorc’s. It never hurt to ask, even if their language barrier made things challenging at times. 

    ❝ Is Lillia all right? Clean? Hungry?❞ Their talk is ALWAYS simple, as it made communicating between them easier despite Lillia not being familiar with common, and Elena not knowing ancient.

@songofserenes ♡’d for a starter for Lillia || Elena

When Elena entered her cell, Lillia’s eyes slowly found her. With each day that passed, the young heron grew more and more listless. The air was stale and oppressive, the energies that surrounded her were hostile and cold.

Only Elena-- the name was one Lillia had been able to latch onto-- offered gentleness. She was a comfort, and the only source of kindness that Lilia could feed her seid blood on.

Slowly, the princess tried to pull herself up. She laid on the small, filthy bed most days. Her spirit was weakening, Lillia knew it, and most of the time, it was easier not to fight.

She flinched as she moved, her wings had grown tender and aching in confinement. Herons were not high soaring laguz like hawks were, bu they were not meant for captivity. It quickly made them sick.

Lillia knew she was getting ill already...

“Elena...” her voice thick with the accent of her people, but she knew the priestess’s name. It was one of the few words that she could pick up on in the common tongue. 

ELENA IS HERE FOR HER

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Since we haven’t covered much on a wolf laguz AU yet, let me just touch in on that--

Reyson straight up confronts Zelda about whether or not Hatari is good enough for his brother. Whether or not Nailah is capable of being a good match for him. He worries for Rafiel, and he is sad to see his brother leaving him again, and he tries to interrogate Zelda about Hatari to ease his own worries. It isn’t a very effective interrogation, though.

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El first met Rafiel when they were both children. She had accompanied her parents to the Serenes Royal Castle for their performance, and the young crown prince was there. After the concert, Rafiel met El, and he smiled at her, greeting her, and welcoming her to the castle. It was brief, but Rafiel was a bit older than El, and having the handsome young prince talk to her was enough to spark an immediate crush in her little heart.

Despite Leanne’s broken English, Elincia fathomed the tragedy that she spoke of immediately. She recalled Ike telling her of the herons’ story; he’d mentioned that the forest had safeguarded Leanne for an untold number of years. It must’ve been a shock for her to discover the aftermath of the massacre, many years later. 

“No, I can understand that.” She patted the poor, melancholy heron on the shoulder as they hugged. Normally, she would’ve pat someone on the back, but she didn’t want to hit Leanne’s wings by mistake.

“At least, I can understand it, but – I can’t imagine it at all. Oh, Leanne, I’m so sorry …”

Leanne sniffed. She didn’t want to cry. She had already cried for her mother enough. For her siblings, too. It didn’t help her to keep weeping. But it was comforting to have Elincia here. 

“It... is in past now. But thanks you.”

Elincia understood the heron’s melancholy sentiments. She, too, had lost her mother. In silent understanding, she pulls Leanne into a comforting embrace. It was the least she could do for another ailing soul.

Leanne had not expected it, but being hugged was not unwelcome. In fact, it was sorely needed right now. Seid blood made feeling strong emotions so much more turbulent at times, and being circled by some warmth and sympathy helped.

Leanne hugged Elincia back, and stayed silent for a moment.

But after a moment, she spoke, letting herself open up to the other princess. She needed it, right now. Bottling it in might make her sick.

“Last time... I see mother, I am still child.” Her words were still clumsy, but she was getting better at the common tongue.

leanne.

misses.

her.

“Of course, it’s expected of us. You haven’t lived until you’ve had a good fight, princeling.”

Rhiannor paused a moment. Then he truly hadn’t lived, at least not by Phoenicis standards. For herons were not supposed to fight.