#pent support

@houseofreglay {+1 Riding}

Whatever this creature was, Mitama decided, she did not like it.

It resembled a horse in as few ways as possible, standing tall on four legs, but with a coat that looked coarse and thick and shockingly curly. It’s neck was long and upright and it appeared to be near constantly chewing...something. Mitama shuddered at the thought of what it might possibly be.

It seemed uninterested in her though, gaze fixed firmly towards the elder of the two, and Mitama was grateful as she stayed close to it’s side but mindful of its legs. It was moments like this where she wondered if she was truly glad to be outdoors or if she was not safer sheltered away inside her room where no such a beast could find her.

“Is this creature even capable of participation in any kind of competition?” Mitama mused. “It seems far more likely to simply remain in place while we shear it for warmth than it does to go racing off with any kind of vigor.”

Bernie wasn’t proud of it. But considering their circumstances, she was sure that the Goddess would forgive her stealing if she knew about what was happening.

And besides. They had to keep Hesperos and Eos and Aeschylus hidden. It might not be safe for them if they were spotted, so it was important but...Bernie just felt so bad looking at Hesperos drowning in the cloak they’d gotten him.

Bernie hummed to herself as she worked. It had taken a while to get the young child still, even more so when he’d noticed the needle in Bernadetta’s hands, but he eventually agreed, even if he did still fidget every once in a while.

It was hard to make the cut clean without scissors, but she managed to do her best with the old knife Pent had managed to forage in their dumpster explorations. With it, she was at least able to get rid of some of the excess fabric as she hemmed the cloak to a length that wouldn’t have poor Hesperos tripping over himself every few steps.

With a satisfied nod, she tugged lightly on the end of the cloak to make sure it would fray easily. It was not her best work, but it would do for now. “There...that should help you.”

Bernadetta stood up, and with that done, carefully placed her hand on Eos’s shoulder. She felt the child jump and frowned. “I’m sorry, I’m just gunna fix your cloak, okay? Hold still.” She knelt down and began to work.

@countreglay

She had, with complete sincerity and intention, promised that she would not be late to the introductory meeting the following day.

She had failed step one.

Mitama fussed with her hair as she rushed through the halls of the palace towards the room where the meeting was scheduled. It was not her fault, she had decided. Inspiration had struck in the dark hours of the night, and she would be a fool to deny their whims. It was hardly her fault that it resulted in her sleeping far fewer hours than she should have.

She sighed with relief as she finished her hair and rounded the corner to the room. Perhaps, had she any luck on her side, the consequences would not be too severe. She could simply ask a refresher from one still there, and be on her way, and no one would have any loss regarding their new guest in the palace and

@countreglay

It was hard to gauge the hour. Half the night spent battling a small army, and with the blazing stronghold at their backs, now was the long walk to this ‘safe haven’ Pent was leading him to. All Chrom could say for sure was that dawn must be approaching, and that he was exhausted. Despite Pent being more weathered from the battle, he seemed to be more spry in the sands. Chrom had a bit of trouble matching his pace.

Eventually, the ruins came into view, and the moment he entered, elation and relief came upon each Knight’s expression. Frederick could not even withhold himself from near tackling Chrom and crushing him in an embrace. (Understandably so, as he last saw his lord with a knife pressed to his throat.)

With his armor, it was an awkward hold, but Chrom returned it as eagerly, just as glad to see his lieutenant. Lost in the Nabata sands, Chrom feared he and the rest of his retinue might die of dehydration, exposure, or exhaustion before they found safety.

@houseofreglay | continued from here

“Wrong?” Bernadetta squeaked. “N-nothing’s wrong! What could possibly be wrong? Why would you think something was wrong? Oh, good job, Bernie, you absolute idiot, you’ve been here two seconds and now everything is wrong!”

While the trembling didn’t stop, the security of a closed room did help her shoulders lower and her heart sink a little lower in her throat. Even if there was still someone else here with her, who she still wasn’t 100% sure wasn’t a spy for her father, she at least didn’t have to deal with everyone staring at her if she ran screaming again. Or if she fainted. By the Goddess, she really hoped she didn’t faint in his office.

Slowly, she tip toed her way into the office, edging towards...something? Her eyes darted around as she tried to find somewhere safe to huddle and hide (and not linger on the bookshelves because wow those were a lot of books, she wondered if he had any fiction there, probably not, huh...) until she could walk back to her room without shaking.

@houseofreglay

The other students gave her strange looks as the departed from the room now that class had come to a close.

Mitama supposed there was a sense to their bewilderment. It was unusual to see a new student appear abruptly when their classmates had already been established, she was sure, especially one who was not actually meant to be present in the class in question.

Their oh so knowledgeable Professor had not noticed her. Or if he had, he had not commented on it in any noticeable way. If the educator did not even bother to pay attention to those who filled their seats, it was no fault of the student’s for any misdeeds that were committed.

Mitama, of course, did not have and kind of malevolence in mind. Not any more so than she usually did.

Oh Goddess he didn’t believe her now she was a thief on top of everything else that already made her an unsalvageable wreck of a human being.

She really hadn’t been planning to drink it. Bernadetta could probably count the number of times she’d drank wine on one hand (Usually when her father was forcing her to some dinner to try and impress some potential husband, but she always grimaced at each taste and her father would scold her for that once their guests were gone and-) and really, she’d just been curious about what they could find in this place!

Now he was pulling out glasses and offering them to Bernadetta and smiling and Bernadetta took the glass and placed it on the counter and eyed it suspiciously. 

What if the wine was poisoned?

Result: 18 (Betrayal)

What a tragedy it was to find oneself on the field of battle. Whatever honor they claimed to be searching for, there was none to be found in it. Only an ever going story of ruin and sadness and heartbreak and

and...

and Mitama could not believe the absolute audacity she had borne her soul and laid out open wounds to this man for him to return it with open fire and closed water and how was she to recover from this she expected this kind of behavior from her father but Pent? Pent?

Mitama spluttered as she rubbed her face, trying to ease the sting from the balloon snapping and releasing its cargo directly. The water dripped down her hair and she was so thankful she had forsaken her traditional garb for this...charade.

“Even you?” She asked when she regained herself enough to speak. She couldn’t believe it. She wouldn’t stand for it either! In just a moment, her grin had reemerged as she picked up the weapon she had dropped in her surprise.