@stories-in-song
Peace time in Ylisse, and Ylisstol, the capital. While Robin has memories of both, he realizes that, perhaps, he’s never seen the former properly. After the latest war and worldly threat, grand celebrations and small conflicts grew in number--- with much effort, at last the main dilemma came to an end. Meanwhile, the royal family, Shepherds, and still their tactician had another chance to make their own beginnings.
Carrying rolls of documents and paperwork under his arm, Robin exited for the outdoors at a brisk pace, nary a mind for much else. Here, the royal castle was even busier than usual these beautiful days, leaving extra duties to him and less time to relax, despite it all. As usual, he hardly complained to anyone ( though the idea of all this being finished within the month sounded good ) and kept walking, walking---
A sudden bump threw him off balance.
“O---oh!” And his grip loosened. At the very least, he managed to catch himself again, but lost a stack of papers in return. There they went, loudly fluttering to the ground. This prompted an immediate apology, and so Robin distraughtly glanced at whoever he unfortunately walked right into first, likely to be---
“Gods! Are you okay?! I’m so sorry, please excuse me for that just now. I was in too much of a hurry, so I didn’t pay enough attention, ah...” Wait, who? Upon asking himself that, he began trailing off, unsure of what to think--- whoever he’d thought this was, it wasn’t. At least, not anybody he recognized at all, so...
“You’re... here for someone, yes?” Lots of visitors lately. But in his confused and surprised state, the question tumbled out awkwardly. Oh, the papers... Robin started to collect some in the next moment, still half distracted.
