#norbah

It’s absolutely allowed! Here’s hoping everyone who wants Grima gets her on the new banner!!

Grima was an enigma to you, the summoner of Askr. 

She were a god, sure, you knew that. But you really thought, with her great power and all, you really thought she’d be… happier. 

You weren’t expecting her to skip around throwing flower petals around, of course, though that would be really funny. 

But surely it wasn’t preferable to walk around calling everyone “worm” and scowling all the time. 

Well, one day after training, the summoner had been preoccupied talking to Eir. When they turned around, Grima was gone. 

They rushed after Grima, wanting to give them a few fighting tips as well, and they made just past the kitchens, when…

“Finally, some peace and quiet…” 

Wait. Was that Grima’s voice?

The summoner turned around and peered into the kitchens to see Grima devouring a chocolate bar. There were three more on the table beside her. 

“…You! Silence, worm.” She demanded, eyes narrowing. This was awkward. After a few seconds, she continued. “…You had best bring me more of these if you wish the best from me in battle.” 

Long story short, from that day forward, the summoner always had a chocolate bar or two in their pockets. 

That, or meant to be representative of the evolution from four-legged reptiles into snakes, I suppose that could also be it!

I made you a thing

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you are my hero and for that I have to give you the follow-up where Dimitri gets dragged into the loop

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“Our professor told me that they spoke with the Flame Emperor, who insisted he was not involved in the incident at Remire Village,” she pressed.  “You cannot say with certainty that he was involved in Duscur.”

“You would believe that monster!?” the prince scoffed. 

“We have no reason to disbelieve him–”

“He kidnapped a child!”

“Or even if he didn’t, he orchestrated the escape of someone involved,” Claude pointed out.

“Yet if your theory is true, and Flayn is in fact a dragon…”

“What, you think that gives them the right to kidnap and torture her?” the archer asked. 

“She’s not human–”

“She’s still a living being.  She feels fear and pain, just like you do.”

“I’m sorry, Flayn is a what now?” Dimitri interrupted. 

“Huh?  Oh, yeah, I didn’t have a chance to fill you in.  It’s, uh…well, it’s my conspiring that I can’t put on hold, y’know.  We’re thinking Flayn is Saint Cethleann and also a dragon.”

Dimitri was quite glad to be sitting, because he feared he would have fallen otherwise.  As it stood, the archer’s words left his head spinning so violently that he rather felt like laying down.  “Look, it’s complicated, I can explain later if you want but right now just operate under the assumption that Flayn is actually a dragon in disguise.”

“…quite a convincing disguise,” the prince mumbled. 

“Right?  It’s easy to take her for the sheltered daughter of an old noble family, with the way she talks.”