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“Nothing says work efficiency like panic mode.” It’s an idle thought, said aloud to the wind. Watching some of the students rush around for the festivities was rather, entertaining? Nay, worrisome, to say the least. All sorts of Heroes were running around and getting ready for some big event. What did she miss,again? Crimsons catch a glance at Mercedes as she walks, a hand moving to raise and wave. Bright smile coming to the princess’ face. 

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The summer breeze has put Alfonse in a good mood today.

For once, there is not much work to do. They have a brief respite from fighting, dealing with nobles, making plans, and the drudgery of paperwork.

The sun bears down brightly and the air is warm, but the wind provides a welcome relief from the heat and Alfonse has spent the better part of the morning reading in the garden, away from noise and bothers of any sort. Though he often feels a need to be productive at any cost to his health, today his nerves are soothed and settled.

He comes across Rosa in the hall as he’s on his way to his quarters. She’s looking out a window and doesn’t see him, but the sight of her pretty face admiring the view gives him a smile all the same.

“Rosa,” He calls, and she turns.

“i do not see the point in having a beach day. after all, we still have our classes to focus on...” was this just her way of avoiding having to spend time by the ocean? perhaps.

    “ long time no see, ”  raigh greets rosamaria upon his arrival at her cottage. he stands there in the entrance for a little while longer than necessary, not sure how to cope with seeing her again for the first time in a while. he had been working at a distance from her once she had accepted her role as summoner, and he had been content with that arrangement. he did his job, she did hers.

but when he is invited again to be by her side through nifl and múspell, something changes. when she creates that distance again, retreating off to her own spot of solace after the conflict, he feels her absence more keenly. she is now in front of him again, looking worse for wear, and the sentimental part within him tells him to do something. he could hug her, tell her he missed her, tell her of all these confusing feelings of loneliness, but he doesn’t. maybe if he had been the amiable sort that his twin brother was, he could have. but from him? it would just come off as unnatural. 

one heart for one thing i like

i have a strong love for the refresh units over the course of the fire emblem series. a simple part of it is their utility in battle (i always use one) but i legitimately do love their characters. why this consistency despite the fact that they're not all the same personality type?

i think it's mostly because each one of them pulls some kind of spin on the dancer/musician profession and showcase a bit of the worldbuilding in fe merely just by existing and in their conversations. it's tiny worldbuilding but it's spent on typically an area that often goes unexplored in fe games. we hear of the royalty, the nobility, the farmers, the soldiers, the mercenaries, but the arts?? whenever it's added onto a character, it's usually a soldier and it's not really peeking into it how artists are treated in the various continents. even though i appreciate forde's and kagero's artistry, if they didn't do their art, they could still easily survive at least financially. they still hold positions of respect within their respective countries.

i can't say i think the same for any of the refresh units.

so many of them discuss the objectification but necessity of their jobs to survive, the tricky situations they get into with employers where it's hard to reject advances because it's them who give money to put food on their plates, and they also discuss how the arts have a noticeable effect on the soul (whether that be the in-game mechanic or how they comment on how they keep people's spirits up in in-game convos) but none of the refresh units lead respectable lives. they work hard but are seen as the bottom of the chain.

we even get this with the non-dancers, like how songstresses in fates can't refuse requests to perform even if their families are literally bedridden, or how bards and dancers are the optimal job to take when going undercover with characters like nils, ninian, and elffin because of their ability to travel without raising suspicion.

the herons are their own whole species of refresh units who go through a lot of these same themes despite it not being their jobs. if anything, it being made their species makes it even more inescapable a fate for them and forces the writers to focus their efforts further on worldbuilding as a result. the herons still get subjected to the objectification, the slavery, etc. and they all come out of it as radically different people from one another.

❝   what do you think of this tea,   my darling ?   -----   i did not purchase it,   i made it myself !   with dried citrus from the garden.   do you like it ?   ❞

@fabledream​​ said:

❝ It's not as chilly as it can get in the capital, but it's still pretty cold, isn't it? ❞ Annette giggles quietly to herself, nose and cheeks sporting a soft pink hue from the cold. ❝ Here, take these. They'll help keep your hands warm. ❞ She hands Ashe a pair of gloves, nodding encouragingly. ❝ Well, what do you think, do they fit? ❞ 

Ashe’s own cheeks and nose bore a similar color to Annette’s own, almost as if the cold was trying to make their faces match in hue. Regardless, Annette was always a welcome sight, and he offered her a smile as he took a hold of the gloves and attempted to put them on. “Ah, hi Annette! I wouldn’t know what it’s like in the capital, since I lived in Gaspard before I can here, but I can’t say this is the coldest weather I’ve ever lived through.”

Sometimes the cold brought back memories of a much harsher cold and a time of unsavory deeds, when he and his siblings were lucky just to have the shelter they’d had from it, and he’d had to resort to theft just to keep food on their table and warmth in the fireplace. It was difficult to think about, but it kept him reminded not only of his humble beginnings, but of who he kept moving forward for. Even though his siblings were safe and well-kept...it had to be a bit lonely in that house without Lonato around.