#ofbraveskies

but he is far from one, oh definitely — he is as much as a WARRIOR as any other person that fights for kamui. with immense power in his breath as well as possessing great power of his staff, he was a well unit to have on hand — but oh, oh how INSUFFERABLE he was. he could not help he lived quite the sheltered life — nor could he help he had no idea how humans worked.

&&. there he is doing summer-saults, cartwheels, &&. all sorts of tricks of balance across the snow, in his usual SKIN-SHOWING attire at that, several carepackages being thrown &&. caught in his arms as he did said tricks — his partner in delivering them to the nearing villages, chiyo, watching him as he did said tricks.

     ❝ Chiyo, do you enjoy my actions ? I have worked very hard to become this agile ! ❞.

    A swift glance up from her book brought a flame haired figure into sight, a crestfallen sigh squeezing itself from her lungs as she places her book down. She’d been so invested in the story— how would the unlikely hero going to see the end to Lord Farquaad’s dreadful sovereign rule? How would he win the heart of Princess Fiona? Why was his sidekick an ass?

Shinonome felt the blade of his cousin’s practice naginata graze the skin of his arm. Had she been using a real edge, it wouldn’t be deep enough to cause serious damage, but it would be enough for blood to bead in the cut and a stinging sensation to be present. 

The sword wasn’t a weapon that was familiar to him, but one that he had to learn to wield. As he had pointed out to his father long ago, spears and naginata were an effective weapon against those who carried katana, mainly due to the difference in range. If he got close enough to land a hit on Chiyo with his blade, then she could easily do the same with her own, and likely dish out even more damage in the process. 

—  Percy had been growing more proactive in the recent days of learning Hoshidan culture, and as the boy who always seemed to have his head stuck in clouds drifting towards fantasy, it was the talk of superstitions that had intrigued him the most.

Having invited his guest to the Mess Hall, he had told her to sit tight as he brewed a cup of tea for them. If things worked out according to his luck, he might be able to test it-- and a-ha! There in the middle of the amber liquid was an upward pointing tea stalk floating calmly.

The wyvern rider had a satisfied look on his face as he delivered it to the pony-tailed female, pushing it upon its saucer ever so gently to ensure that the stalk remained in its skyward position.

Being a healer, he was often kept in the back for safety. After all, Troubadours were easy targets. Dwyer didn't have much of an opinion, he just hated being sent into battle in general; but that never stopped Master Kamui from throwing him in. A part of him was grateful though for he could keep an eye on his comrades and ensure their safety.