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“Is there ever a time when you’re not gorging yourself on food?”

His tone was dry and sarcastic as he watched Ingrid stuff her mouth with whatever the Dining Hall had to offer that night.

“Ingrid.” The single word spoken in the usual monotone wouldn’t give any real hint at the intentions behind the word but she didn’t mind explaining if she was to ask, even so she didn’t have much of a better way of saying anything when she was trying to get someones attention. “I was going to take Midnight out for a flight, I was curious if you would like to join me.” After all the woman was the only other she knew that was as interested in pegasi as she was. There was also the curiosity about how she got into being a flyer.

"Actually, both options of using poison are frowned upon because they aren't resourceful ways of winning battles. In fact they show no technique without facing others for yourself. You should hone your skills rather than conducting any form of poison. I wouldn't give a pass or consider myself the one who lost over this strategy, regardless of what poison is used Claude."

light brown orbs stared at the blond girl in front of him. nagging, nagging some more, nagging until sylvain’s attention dropped to an all time low and his eyes automatically avoided hers, slowly searching for something and to his utter dismay 2 beautiful soldier girls passed him by and his eyes kind of followed them---accidentally, of course. he hadn’t intended to upset ingrid further, but he seemingly did. the next time their eyes met, the girl was eerily quiet, gaze throwing daggers at him and the red head smoothed down his jacket, acting completely innocent before putting on a smile. “ i didn’t throw myself into the fight last time, just like you said. i am doing better in this aspect, you should be proud of me. “ he approached her calmly, more or less waiting for the dragon to burst into hellfire, but she didn’t even move from her spot. “ i’d flirt with you, if that was decent, but... i know it isn’t, so you can’t blame... i am already quiet and sorry for not paying attention and joking around. “

     He’s not training at the moment, actually, just walking the grounds after a meal. Felix should know better by now, honestly; it’s impossible to walk around without being bothered these days. One would think that someone as prickly as him would be left alone every once in a while. 

Azure Moon, Ch. 19: The Golden Deer’s Plea

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     Blue and white banners fly proudly over the royal castle.  Massive mechanical monstrosities lie toppled and motionless in the streets, the carnage they wrought easier to clear away than the beasts themselves.  The roar of the crowd basking in our victory over the imperial lapdogs and the triumphant return of the lost prince, now rightful king still rings in my ears.  The battle was hard fought, but our prize was well worth the effort.  The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus is free once more, the Savior King now rallying his forces to aid the Leicester Alliance against the Adrestian Empire’s siege.

     At the very least, that is how we’ve chosen to present the course of events to the public.  The reality is not so glamorous.  Organizing an army takes considerable time and effort and as our chief tactician, the majority of that burden falls to me.  The stacks of ledgers and scrolls that lie strewn about the office I’ve claimed for myself is such that I am beginning to lose track of battalions.  It’s unacceptable.  When working in warfare, every unit unaccounted for, every variable overlooked, every mistake made is another life lost.  We have lost so many already and killed dozens more in the process of our quest.  Just the thought of how many must fall to my sword sours my stomach.  Were our roles reversed and I was forced to endure the hell Dimitri has these five long years, could I ever have been restored as he has?  Would I even desire to be?

     It’s only when I feel my nails draw blood from my palm that I unclench my fist.  With a short flash of holy light, the damage is undone.  I pull my gauntlets back on shortly thereafter, not wanting to repeat my mistake.  Clearly, I have been cooped up in this room for too long.  Some fresh air will do me good.

     Exiting the ancient fortress of stone, the clear blue sky overhead makes the return of our patrolling aerial units perfectly visible.  Their falcon knight leader dismounts her pegasus steed beaming with pride as she addresses her subordinates, the sunlight practically shimmering in her golden locks.  She appears so radiant in this moment that I nearly forget the severe impropriety of entertaining such thoughts for a former student.  Shaking myself from my introspection, I descend into the courtyard to greet one of my most stalwart allies.