#companaich

Thinking about… | Accepting

(rolls dice)

“That’s the smallest Emperor I have ever seen.”

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                   "And these reports are accurate??”

                   Like he really needed to ask. From anyone else he might have doubts about his sources, but if there were anyone he knew he could count on whenever he needed her, it was Aida. That didn’t make reading the stack of papers dropped unceremoniously onto his desk any less of a pain, but it at least spurred him into action quicker than it would have if anyone else had come and delivered the news to him: Verdane was once again raiding southwestern Grannvale, and the peoples of the towns within and surrounding the general vicinity of the Duchy of Jungby were petitioning a request that members of the royal guard be sent to quell the unwelcome invaders. As knight captain of the royal guard, it fell to him to do anything about the requests.

                   Except he didn’t want to. The royal guard was busy guarding the prince on the eastern front; it baffled him how so many people could so willfully either forget or outright ignore the fact that Grannvale was at war with Isaach, and that they needed all the troops that they could get there. To split them now would be to engage in a potential two-front war, and that was hardly what Grannvale or its ailing king needed. Arvis sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the thick, crimson curls in exasperation.

Ike breathed out a sigh of relief as soon as he got in the door, the sweet rush of air conditioning washing over him. It wasn’t horribly hot, but walking over to the diner from school with the sun beating down was enough to make him thankful for the cool refuge that the restaurant was.

He ducked behind the counter, shrugging off his beat up backpack and stuffing it in the empty space there before straightening back up and seeing Titania coming his way.

voting gauntlet hours !!

❝   marianne,   you told me before that margrave edmund adopted you.   if that is the case,   what are your parents like ?   -----   if you want to tell me,   that is.   ❞

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          In the brief periods between battles, Seliph could always be found tucked in a corner speaking with Lewyn or Oifey, discussing plans or strategies.  While it was no secret Seliph likes to consider himself friends with most of the army, he doesn’t exactly go out of his way to prove it.  Lewyn and Oifey get his attention, and he apologizes to some one else if he’s busy when they invite him to dinner.  It’s how things are.

          It isn’t rare, though, to find the young lord wandering about their camp, or their castle, or their whatever, in search of some one specific.  Usually, these times, he has he intent on passing some sort of strategy discussed with their tacticians ahead of time, but today...

          He has his eyes searching for some one specific.  His cousin, most likely, as Seliph seems to seek out Leif or Ares more than any other.  Whether this is due to him considering them ranking above any other or simply preferring their company more has never been said.

          When his eyes meet those of a blonde troubadour, Seliph greets her with a smile and a question.

          " Ah, hello, Nanna.  May I ask you something? ”

*whispering*