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[A small bag of sweets is attached] Small actions can make a huge difference. Even if all you do is help one person, they will remember that kindness. Enjoy the sweets!

The bag crinkles in his hands as Ike stares at it. It’s nondescript, except that it would probably have been from a female student. He stares at the lettering. The phrasing is short and to the point, but not overly blunt. If anything, he’d call it a little... bubbly, perhaps? Bright. That honestly still doesn’t leave him with much, but he doesn’t think he knows anyone else with more vivid colours than the new laguz he’d seen around here-- the one with the wings like frosted glass. A butterfly laguz..  Well, if there are reptiles and birds, then why should insects be overlooked? He steps in front of her to cut her off, holding up the bag.  “Is this yours?” He pauses, waiting for her answer. He’ll offer thanks on the reply-- and apologize if not. 

hi friend!! i hope you are well. i am writing to wish you a good day. i am hopeing that you also have many more good and joyous days after this one. tonight i wish you will dream well and that your night mares do not make you sad. i do not know who this goes to but i love you anyways!!!!

[at the bottom of the letter is a charm, woven from flowers – poppies and orange blossoms.]

The effort put into such a simple note is astounding. Lining the paper oneself, instead of depending on a steady hand to keep scripture straight? Going so far as to dot each i with tiny, perfect hearts?

It was... cute. Morgan couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his face. Ink-stained fingers carefully touch over the flower charm; mage fears that he’ll ruin it by putting it to use, so it no doubt will find a place on the wall above his desk. (It smells sweet, just like the flowers it’s made from.)

Morgan could see the recipient—or, at least, who he thought the recipient was—clear in his mind. That fairy girl who joined the Golden Deer recently—the one with the wings that glimmered in the sunlight—who always wore the most divine perfumes. He knew better than to ask if those wings were real or some sort of costume, but aside from being enchanted by her nature-clad looks, he had never interacted with the girl.

Mind wracks for a name. It was some sort of flower, wasn’t it?

Poppy, maybe? No, just because she used poppies in the charm doesn’t mean that that was her name.

Zinnia? No, too foreign, her name was more common than that.

Cosmo? Absolutely not—though names held no gender, he knew her title had a more feminine taste than that.

Lily? No, too on-the-nose. Besides, he knew for a damn fact that this girl didn’t add to the abundance of lilies at the school.

Plumeria? No, that was someone else. The name sounded familiar, though, for some reason...

Peony?

Head snaps up just as the butterfly girl is passing. “Hey, Peony!” he calls out, confidence in his tone. “Did you write this, and make this little charm? It’s lovely, you know!”

♫ – A hug while dancing

The prince silently made his way through the empty hall, mindful of his march so it wouldn’t be too loud. The silence however was interrupted by something else.

Singing.

The blond looked around- it was a voice he didn’t recognize. He stopped in his tracks for a brief moment when someone suddently bumped on to him, but it felt incredibly light. Then, arms suddently wrapped around his body. Once the person let go, Dimitri finally caught a glimpse of who it was

It was a girl, one he hadn’t met before. Dumbfounded and slightly mermerized, he watched her make her way down the hall, waving back. Blink. Blink.

Little dragon never turns down a hug. Although Peony stops herself from tackling him over, he doesn’t stop from winding his arms around her waist and hugging her as tight as he can (carefully avoiding squishing her wings, all the while). Before he can even speak, a beautiful gift is pressed into his palm. 

“Peony! This is lovely!” Carefully, he holds up the chain of flowers, gloved fingers handling the fragile petals with a certain delicateness Kana can only bring out when working with flora. 

Non-Mission Task Starter for @adomeony

Rhys thought he was rather good with domestic animals. When cats and dogs liked him, they were willing to spend time with him and humor him for a few pets and scratches. A bribe or two of treats always helped as well, and Rhys had been looking forward to getting in his weekly purr quota from the stray cats after a long afternoon of grading homework.

His favorite cat had other ideas.

He whistled low under his breath, calling as he did. “Socksy! C’mere!” A pure white Ordelian cat flinched at him before turning away, even though he had a treat in his hand. Socksy was arguably wearing socks, or simply was all white sock. Rhys had been under the impression that she loved, or at least tolerated him, but when he followed her she hissed at him ran faster— and was that other noise? An anxious mew from her, like he scared her?

“Oh no, is what’s wrong? Are you hurt or something?” Rhys half jogged after the cat, worry in his voice and face. They seemed to be heading towards the abandoned cathedral, which he didn’t think any of the strays particularly liked, but....

He was so busy following the cat that he bumped into a student.

Mission Task Board: Ill-prepared for the weather as you are, you manage to get lost in the forest just outside of the location you’re supposed to be investigating. Part of your group builds a fire to stay warm as the sun begins to sink, while the other sets out to regain their bearings. It’s just as dusk sets in that the trees come alive with low moaning and the sound of something being dragged through the leaf litter. You brace for a monster, but instead you find humans - around half a dozen - with ashen skin and their eyes rolled back into their heads. One swings at someone in your party and sends them flying into a tree, but unfortunately your attacks aren’t so potent. Standard weapons bounce right off of these things. Fortunately for you, Nessie of the Knights of Seiros is with you, and one strike from her gauntlets reveals the monster’s weakness: Relics. [Grants +1 Reason or +1 Brawling]  // @adomeony

   Peony appears as if she were a mirage unending to Febail. Wings that glitter beautifully against the shining sun, a smile that beams with a happiness unparalleled, and even the way her hair curls into twintails only to bloom into flowers is like something out of a dream, that Febail wonders if he is merely living in one right now.

In a cold, winter storm like this, she is not unlike an oasis — a splash of color against neverending white as it piles up on the ground faster than one could be rid of it. Even now, as Febail takes steps through the snow, the sky rains flakes quickly to cover his tracks, making it appear as if he had truly never been there.

The forest might as well be a maze, and as the sun sinks below the horizon, Febail wonders if the two of them and Nessie might ever make it back to camp. Going out ahead to scout the area seemed a grand idea before, but he finds himself anxious the longer he is parted with his sister, calmed only by sticking near to his surreal fairy companion and the even more surreal woman with skeletal hands sticking out.

“ I must be dreaming right now, ”  he mutters as the snow crunches beneath his boots. If this truly were a dream, then he need only wake up to be beside his sister again surely. For now, he was in a place suspended in time then, echoed by the reality he knew with the mission he was on, and he could afford to breathe a little in it.

"hey!" she calls. her voice echoes in the empty space and peony thinks she should keep her voice down in a place like this. lowering her voice to a whisper, she tries again.

"oh, uhm, hey...! i just wanted you to know that you can rely on me, okay? so…don’t be afraid to ask me for help, because i can do it!”

Rhys had been lost in his own thoughts, but he turned to the sweet voice near his ear. A smile spread on his face, natural and warm.

“Oh, thank you!” He faced her properly, cloth bandages in his arms. Rhys glanced down at the bundle in his arms. “I’m just getting these folded and organized— would you like to help? No one needs healing at the moment, so I’m just working on being organized.