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      A flash of blue hair catches her eye, and she pauses, mid-step. The brand upon his shoulder is an easy confirmation, and she breaks off into a run, weaving around other vacationers in an attempt to catch up to his longer strides. 

      “Lord Chrom!” Shallow breaths as she finally, finally reaches him. “What are you doing here?”

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「➹」┊┊ Ike had been in this time long enough to know that he was from the past, and that this place was Ylisse ruled by someone named Chrom, and had been having a bandit problem on their borders...  that is what he learned anyway. Now, however, he was on the borders himself, travelling to the next land neighbouring the Halidom that he had stayed within for the past few months. He needed to learn more about this place, and perhaps gain information on how to return back home, after all.

On his travels, he could hear the sound of metal clashing, and the screaming of pain and rage. Such sounds left his stomach turning, something that he often felt back home... He knew what was going on instantly, and decided to go and look.

Drawing the short straw seemed to be one of Ranulf’s less desirable skills. Sometimes, he wondered if fate just had a liking of seeing him struggling, but always being gracious enough to let him live for another day. Thinking back on some situations that occured, he could count himself as unlucky and lucky at the same time. Unlucky, because he was often forced to dive into downright suicidal missions and fight against enemies that were way too strong for him. Lucky, because he always escaped these particularly difficult predicaments in the last moment.

Although his current predicament wasn’t nearly as live-threathening as others he could mention, he couldn’t say that he was happy about it either.

It’s been roughly a year and a half since he’d joined Ike and Soren in their travels. They had gone through a lot; not that any of that compared to their battle against a goddess and their disciples (yet, at least), but it still wasn’t a walk in the cake. Right now, this was one of those moments.

During their travels, they’ve stumbled across a strange gate that seemed out of the world. Soren had shown interest in taking a closer look at it and neither Ike nor him had opposed the idea.

Somehow though, they’ve ended up in a completely different location altogether. At the same time, they’ve lost each other as well, so right now, Ranulf was all by his lonesome self.

“It’s just one thing after the other, huh? Well, at least it’s never boring around Ike, I’ll have to give him that...”

Didn’t make the situation any less frustrating, though. Especially with all these new scents he picked up in this forest. It made sniffing out his friends all the harder.

However, his hearing sense was still functioning normally and as he picked up footsteps from afar, his ears twitched eagerly. Although the heaviness of the footsteps sounded more like Ike, they still weren’t quite it. Whether it would be one of his companions or not, it was a start - better than to walk around here aimlessly without any orientation whatsoever.

Walking through the forest following the footsteps, it didn’t take him long to finally be near the person he’d picked up. His heterochromatic eyes caught onto blue hair and for a moment, he thought he’d found Ike at least. However, his nose told him that this was definitely not Ike’s scent. Upon a second glance, Ranulf noticed several things that didn’t fit - no bandana, a white cloak, trained but not to the extend Ike was...

Still, it was surprising that they did look a little bit alike. What were the chances he’d run into someone who could be mistaken as Ike from afar?

Either way, it wouldn’t hurt to ask the beorc where he was and if he’d seen any of his friends. Thus, he walked out of the bushes and held up a hand in a friendly gesture.

“Hey there, beorc. You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, right? It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but it seems like as if I’ve completely lost my way... and my companions, as well.”

Ranulf scratched his cheeks as he grinned amiably. His ears twitched slightly as his tail swayed to and fro.

“Did you see them anywhere, by any chance? One of them has blue hair, wears a bandana and he’s packed with muscles. The other one is a black-haired little guy. Has an awfully stern look on his face, it’s rather distinguishable.”

His eyes glanced over to the stranger’s shoulders, blinking a bit. He never saw this kind of brand on anyone before. Either he was someone magically adept - which was a bit doubtful, given the sword by his side - or a Branded stood in front of him. Well, not like it had ever mattered to him, really. Especially knowing how the prejudice against them came into existence. Though Queen Nailah did mention that those people lived in peace with them... which was nice.

Like steel, like steel, Micaiah chants mentally as she emerges from the depths of the ship, robes covering up her shaky legs.  She’s always been prone to seasickness—most of the time when she and Sothe had traveled together, it was by land.  It was easier to earn money as a fortuneteller that way anyways.

But a new country across the sea had been discovered, and it's her duty as queen to meet their leader and assure them of Daein’s peaceful intentions.  And that means representing her people as the strong, capable leader they deserve.

Micaiah swallows both her nausea and anxiousness back as her feet finally touch the ground, a small troop of soldiers flanking her.  They’d sent a messenger weeks ago with the promise of a talk between rulers to ensure no hostilities would arise between nations.  All she has to do now is wait for the king to present himself.