#folternis

Memories (Still accepting)

Your father orders you to kill them, people who are innocent. Why would he… you don’t want to. But you know he will call you weak if you do not obey. You do not want to be weak, because if you are weak then you will be all alone again.

You can’t. You can’t do it. You shouldn’t do it. You’re angry that he would even suggest such a thing.

she’s among the golden deer, and as such one of the students he ostensibly teaches ( though he’d observed that she’s a good enough shot, clearly, that he doesn’t think she’d need intense instruction ) , so he’s already vaguely familiar with her, and even more so after the battles they’d faced. she seems a quiet kid, calm in a way that probably serves her well.

“where’d you learn to shoot like that?” he asks, then pauses. “or, no, maybe don’t tell me. someone your age being that experienced with weapons—that skillset isn’t usually from anyplace good. either way, i wanted to pay you the compliment. you really turned the battle around for us, didn’t you?”

It is in the training hall that she is approached by her professor, former teammate. So they would always find each other in this particular setting it seems. Though it is for the best as he is a sort of mentor to her even if they have not conversed much before this.

She shrugs before her answer, not having particularly strong feelings about the matter one way or the other. Though he has the assumption, the wrong one in her case, and gives her the option to spare the details she does anyway. 

Sue examines one of her arrows while she speaks, eyes focusing on the length and its odd slight bend in it. “Where I’m from, every child is taught to shoot from a young age among other foundational skills. I suppose fighting is just an extra boon.” 

At his second comment, she accepts it with a small and subtle smile, but shakes her head for she could not claim all the credit. “Thank you. The… kinshi was kind enough to lend his aid.”

* a kiss on the back of their hand, formal yet intimate

“lady corrin,” niles greets, taking her hand in his. he gives her a playful wink as his lips press to her knuckles. it’s a barely-there gesture, but he would be remiss if he didn’t greet his liege’s lady with all the respect she was owed ( for being that, and indeed for everything she had actually accomplished ) and though he isn’t typically a creature of formality, he knows the value of playing pretend. he knows she isn’t fragile, but something about the air of her still makes him treat her a little more delicately than he would someone else. “i hope you know i’m at your disposal if you ever have any... less-savory work that needs doing.”

Somewhere, she is most certain that Leo is bristling.

Not that Corrin has ever once minded Niles, or really much understood why anyone else did. She returns his greeting with the soft curl of a smile. They are not close, but they are as close as stranger perhaps ever could be. Leo trusts him, Azura trusts him, and so she has no reason to believe him deserving of any less.

Eyebrows quirk then, at the presentation of his... offer.

"Less-savory work," she echoes, then shakes her head. She preferred to make certain that there was never a need for such a thing, at least not of her own. Perhaps that is why he is Leo's to call upon, though she does not say as much aloud.

It would be rude to dismiss a kindness, in any case.