#exaltcurse

   Casually scoops the kiddo up into a tight hug and ruffles his hair, a glowing smile stretching from ear to ear. Hopefully, it’ll distract Marc from the unfinished gift lying in plain sight for now...

Shiori gave a laugh and a soft flush came to her cheeks but that didn’t stop her.

“So, perhaps..I used to be scared of the long carpets in the dining hall. back before I realized that..well, everyone would clean up after me as a kid, I had fully convinced myself that anytime I dropped food and didn’t see it an hour or two later, that the carpets were...sentient and enjoyed eating the food I dropped.”

Another laugh bubbled out of her and she shook her head at her own ignorance.

     “Prince Marc!” 

   There he is! Irene had begun to fear the worst when they lost sight of the younger royal in the ambush-- It had not been the Risen to raid their little camp for once, but bandits desperate for supplies in this rapidly deteriorating world. The children had escaped with their lives and the majority of what little they possessed, but...

   When they found a new safehouse, Marc had been missing. Cursing herself for having missed such an obvious issue -- Father never would have -- Irene had volunteered to find him herself. It was only fair, seeing as it’s her duty to keep Lucina and Marc safe... And, well... He hadn’t been sitting in the abandoned barn when they did a head count. That failure rests solely on her shoulders. Willing Faith to slow to a stop, the girl dismounts and jogs to catch up with the boy. 

Storms:

Shiori Doesn’t mind Storms as long as they don’t progress past Hurricane threat level ahah. She Particularly likes to sit out beneath the overhangs of doorways and watch the rain fall and the thunder rumble. Water cleanses all things and with it, any bad feelings she may be harboring.

Seasons:

She Likes all seasons if she’s honest..though..the first time she got to enjoy a full Spring in Hoshido, she nearly cried. She’d never seen so much green and budding life before.

Flower Crowns:

Angst Starters| accepting

       Her fingers wrap around her pendant, trembling. She cannot stop the shaking, though she tries -- gods, she’s been trying to settle her breathing for hours. She thought she was alone. Pain shoots along her spine, her arms, her chest; she can do nothing to stop it, she has never been able to stop it. She’s rarely caught when she’s suffering from her song’s curse, and she doesn’t intend to let it happen again.

       Her fingers tingle. She quickly covers her forearm where blue light has begun to gather.

       She takes an unsteady breath, and forces her voice to stay level. “P-Please, don’t worry. I am... fine,” she chokes out. This is a practiced effort.

       “I just need some time alone--” She’s cut short by an involuntary shout of pain. She’s crossing her arms over her body to conceal it all, but how can she? She bends over, nails digging into her arms as she gasps for breath.

She reaches out slowly, stopping herself just short of touching his face.

♩ “Oh gods, you-- you’re hurt,” she says, glancing between the stream of blood oozing from his cheek and his bright eyes. She has not spoken to him much -- but she cannot ignore an overlooked injury.

She pulls out a cloth.