#forrenza

Deft fingers close the last button, all of them intricately shaped like lily flowers. Forrest steps back and admires their own handiwork for a second. The fine cashmere coat fits Aunt Elise perfectly. The rich, black wool of the garment is accentuated with ivory buttons and pastel pink lace in all the right places. At least, in their own opinion. But it's Elise's that matters here.

"So, do you like it? The fit is perfect but..." it isn't like Forrest to doubt themself, but Elise's approval was especially important to them. "Is it everything you imagined or does it need more work?"

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Elise stayed perfectly still until the moment Forrest stepped back, something that was very hard for her, especially considering how excited she was. It took all of her willpower, but she didn’t want to accidentally hit them by bouncing at the wrong moment or anything! That would be terrible! She would rather die then hurt family! A moment of suffering pretending to be a statue is totally worth it.

The moment over those, she immediately turned to face a nearby mirror, spinning around a bit as she watched herself. She admittedly did get distracted for longer than intended, absolutely mesmerized by the pretty coat. So much so that by the time she stopped, she almost fell over from how dizzy she was. Although the momentum left over as her hair violently hit her also did not help her quest to stay upright at all.

After a moment of flailing to stay upright, Elise’s energy returned in full force, every bit she had suppressed coming out as she squealed and jumped in delight, eventually launching herself towards Forrest for a hug. “Do I like it?! I love it!! It’s everything I imagined and more!” Giving one last quick squeeze to end the hug, Elise backed up a bit to give the creative genius more space. She’s been told that her hugs can be a bit tight when she’s excited. She’s working on it, though! It’s the mature and responsible thing to do.

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There’s been word of crumbling ruins, remnants of an old town and its gravesite becoming overgrown with strange greenery. Beautiful though its blooms may be, superstition and old maid’s tales have painted it as a beautifully haunting omen for a disaster to come. To that effect, the neighboring villages are too afraid to venture and clear it up, avoiding any and all routes that might cross it, and so have pleaded for aid from every passerby willing to help. As you enter the mouth of the ruins to dispel their needless fears, however, you find that these are no mere ruins. The vines close the entryway from which you came, and, looking ahead, you find that the ruins are, in fact, a huge maze. To make matters worse, the vines that now prevent you from leaving don’t seem to be content to stop there. All around you, the labyrinth shifts and changes; the walls move, the plants snake and snap. You and your companion must hack and cut your way through and find a way out, lest you intend to bury yourselves in a grave that never needs to beg for flowers. [Grants Sword +1]

Jakob was an expert at tending to anything that could possibly be tended to. He’d brought along all one might expect for the task of clipping away at overgrown weeds, but mere gardening shears were no match for what awaited them.

The ground beneath him and the cleanup crew rumbled and his eyes snapped to his top priority of concern: Forrest.

Lady Corrin’s child was of course of the utmost importance to him. No, he would endeavor to not play favorites with the younger members of the army from home (who was he kidding yes he would) but when it came to Corrin, Jakob’s own safety came second.

“FORREST!” He charged towards Forrest, knives already drawn in his hands. He threw one at a vine that threatened to trap his foot, but he hesitated to free Forrest the same way as a vine snaked around their waist. As much as he trusted his marksmanship, it was too risky. Instead, he drew a sword at his side, which he had brought only for the most stubborn of branches. This qualified.

He cut at some of the vines ensnaring Forrest and was too late to stop one from wrapping around his own wrist. Jakob hissed, tugging at it.