#rip frederick

“Frankly, good visitor, I was impressed by how long the Radiant Hero managed to stay aloft. Ours is a world where winged-horses fly through the skies by galloping on magical gusts, only using their wings to help steer themselves through the heavens, but most everything else here is bound by the laws of gravity. That includes people... or at least it should.” 

“Perhaps the blue flames of Ike’s Great Aether are traces of the power bestowed upon him by the Chaos Goddess. Having gotten to know her myself in Askr, it is plain that Yune cares little for rules of any kind. She took the form of a small child, but has never once taken a step with those tiny legs of hers... instead, floating about the premises like some kind of sassy, little phantom.”

“I haven’t the foggiest clue, good stranger, but Kiran seems absolutely glued to it. One might mistake it as a part of their body. If it helps in the war effort, then I suppose it’s fine, but I do believe that our good summoner could stand to put it down every once in a while. Heavens, the poor thing nearly walked into a pole the other day. Perhaps I could talk Kiran into leaving it behind for a day or so to go out, enjoy nature, and breathe in some much needed fresh ai–”

“Oh, good day, Kiran. I beg your pardon? E-Er… very well.”

“Is this that Captain Falcon fellow? I should like to have a word or two with you! I understand you may have experience fighting armed combatants with your bare hands, but there was no need to lay down such a walloping upon Lord Chrom as you did. My lord was a neophyte to your Smash Brethren competitions and you obliterated him in front of his daughter. For the sake of the gods, the poor man had to spend a week in a shoulder splint after you shattered his collarbone with your elbow… though I will admit that evading that counter-riposte was a stroke of genius.

bedheads are the worst