#bashfulbrilliance

     A small frown took the young girl’s pale pink lips at her mother’s comment--not out of any ill will aimed towards the dancer, but rather out of the knowledge of knowing she is correct. Morgan’s beloved cloak, which had been handed down to her from her father, is rather worn, and much older than herself, so perhaps she should be more careful with the article of clothing. Yet, at the same time, the young, pink-haired girl believes avoiding damage completely to the cloak would be next to impossible. She didn’t plan on going into any battles without it, after all, even if replacing it if it were to be destroyed wouldn’t exactly be easy, if possible. So, after a small huff, the girl crosses her arms over her chest, already feeling rather odd without the heavy cloak adorning her petite form, pipping up with a childish pout.

   “ I know, I know...but, mother, father gave me that cloak. I do wear it a lot, but I also take care of it! This time was just...a coincidence. I mean, it’s basically Inigo’s fault,”

     Still not past blaming her older sibling for things he actually had little or nothing to do with, the girl watches as her dear mother fixes the large, hooded cloak, noting to herself the seemingly effortless motions the dancer takes to repair the aged fabric of the Plegian attire with a simple needle and thread.

One eye staring at the ceiling above him before he rolled off of his bed, carefully. His body was riddled with injuries to move about like he used to. Heh..this to show you how one life can be altered in a single day. 

He was strong, independent and capable of doing anything on his own. Now... what? He cannot balance his own body without trying a couple of times or wait until his body allows it to move on. Let alone, help in dressing up. 

Small steps, slowly, he reached the door and swung it open to see the Knight at his door. Frederick glared at him before telling him, if not ordering, to go back to his bed for his medication to work faster. Chrom groaned back saying that he wants to walk for a bit but the knight was even stubborn than his lord, rendering Chrom to go back to his bed. Same routine...staring at this goddamn ceiling.

He perhaps snoozed off for a couple of hours before he heard a knock on his door. He could turn his head to see who it was but he was tired of everything. he knight opened the door to reveal the dancer, meekly hiding before she excused herself in.

“ . .  .”

“That sounds interesting. I would love to play with you if you if that’s alright!” ( Ahhh Celine is adorable too though fbdjd )

“Olivia!”  Footsteps came to a halt as the source of the voice slowed themselves down as they finally found the Dancer they had been looking for.  They had a book under their arm, most likely it was shoved against their face not too long ago.  Seems something important had come up?  Whatever the cause was, the Summoner fell silent when they saw that Olivia seemed to be in the middle of practicing her dancing.  Best not to break her concentration, right?  They did not want to startle her after all.

(๑•́ ω •̀๑) !!!

The dark mage gives his head a curious tilt upon seeing the strange treat being offered to him, “’Pocky’?  That’s a weird name for a biscuit…or whatever this is-” He takes it and examines it for a moment before proceeding to nibble a bit at the frosted end of the treat,