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Staying at Eirika’s place while Ephraim’s apartment was getting fumigated for some reason wasn’t the bad thing. He didn’t know what they were doing with his apartment, but something about city code? He kinda lost interest, packed a bag and headed for his twin’s place. Eirika and he had always had a close bond, so he knew he could always come to her when he had no where else to go.

Yet, the couch was not his favorite place to sleep. He leaned up and groaned as a familiar pain in his back returned. When his bed hadn’t arrived at his place yet, he had slept on his couch and it was always uncomfortable. Groaning, he twisted himself some and looked over to Eirika’s bedroom door. He wondered if she was awake yet so he could tease her for not having two bedrooms in her place.

“Hey! Eirika, you awake yet? I want breakfast and I don’t trust your kitchen at all. Let’s go out to eat.” Ephraim now standing from the couch, pulled his shirt off of the floor and shook it out. He sniffed it and made a face. Of course it had smelled bad. He walked over to her bedroom door and knocked on it. 

“Ey, I also need a shirt if you got one I can borrow. I know I left some of my clothes here last time. Are you awake in there sleepyhead?” Ephraim folded his arms across his chest and waited outside her door. He didn’t want to barge in so maybe if she still was sleeping, he could just make lots of commotion. 

Eirika sticks out her tongue playfully. “I wasn’t trying to scare you! There is a performer here, and I’m not sure how he did it, but he made a coin appear behind someone’s ear. Of course, he refused to tell anyone how he developed that talent, but I thought I’d try something for my brother.”

She stares at him thoughtfully. “Have you met anyone interesting here? I’ve introduced myself to a few people…” Admittedly, her brother himself will admit that he is not the most socially graceful person, but it does him good to get away from their duties for a while.

“Oh, a street magician?” Ephraim taps his chin thoughtfully. Sleight of hand requires subtlety, which is not something he himself excels at, but he can admire the parlor tricks of others. “Actually, that sounds a bit like Joshua, does it not? Be careful you don’t get scammed.” The line between a con artist and a magician is rather hazy, after all.

Artur leans back in his chair, “My favourite childhood tale is of the dragon child. So fortunate that we’ve actually met a dragon in the form of a winged child.” He taps the table as he slowly recounts the tale.

“A dragon girl walked into town, her wings uncovered by her cloak. The townsfolk shunned her, threw rocks at her, and tried to chase her away. Crying and dejected, she stumbled upon the home of a young woman. The woman took her in and took care of her, not expecting anything in return. She treated the dragon girl as her daughter.

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #3. || the star: are you an optimist? why or why not?

“I’d like to be Princess Eirika, but to tell the truth, I know I’m not.” Ingrid admitted, resting her hands on the edge of the bench they were seated on. Taking in a small breath, she leaned back until her torso was supported by the upper portion of the bench, and rested her head back until she was able to take in the rich blue sky that hung above them.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t consider myself a pessimist...but I think it’s dangerous to be too optimistic. Just as there’s a lot of good in the world, there’s a lot of bad too. I think its wise to recognize the potential of harm in any situation you’re in, rather than just hoping for the best. If you are aware and cautious, you can protect yourself and those you care about.” Ingrid shifted forward once again, moving her hands into her lap.

Music - You would be surprised to learn that Artur likes rock and roll, and not the “soft rock” that one would expect. He listens to the likes of ACDC and Judas Priest. He also enjoys Neofolk like Sol Invictus. His favourite song is “Set the Table” by Sol Invictus. He does find himself listening to pop music, some of which he thinks is vaguely catchy. He is not a fan of electronic music, finding it too harsh for him.

😰when my muse is stressed, how do they act out?

“As if I ever would,” Geoffrey scoffed, rather offended at the insinuation. He was a grown man more than capable of managing himself, whatever the situation. To think that he would act out-.

It was ridiculous. A sworn knight of Crimea did not act out, no matter the mounting stress. If his manner was sometimes sharper, and perhaps louder, then that was hardly something that could be held against him. Every situation couldn’t be tended by timidness and conniving, no matter what the Council thought. 

Damn the Council anyway. Geoffrey couldn’t fathom being in their sight day in and day out, as both Lord Renning and the queen tended to be. If ever Geoffrey could be accused, even slightly, of acting out-.