#solmtinel

[ TXT ] whoa

[ TXT ] you never ask me for anything!!!!!

[ TXT ] relax bro i gochu

[ TXT ] whatcha need????

[ TXT ] : ty for answering the call. your mission is:

[ TXT ] : step 1: go to this location*

[ TXT ] : step 2: buy a large black coffee

[ TXT ] : step 3: deliver payload here*

[ TXT ] : good luck soldier

The Officers Academy welcomes the continent of Elyos! With the current interest in countries outside of Fodlan, the students are eager to welcome new faces and learn all they can about these new-to-them countries. The cooking club in particular is hosting a potluck for all to attend, starring a roast bear on a spit.

Ah… Nanna had heard the of the likes of Elyos during her initiation into the academy, but she hadn’t come across it in any of her maps until then. It would be a shame not to use this potluck as an opportunity to bridge a connection of some sort—perhaps even make friends if she was lucky. The sweet miss Veyle had made quite a lovely impression with her elegant decorum, so Nanna could only hope that it would be the same for any other. The cooking club had set up their spit outside, strewing different sets of blankets outside for all to come and eat. She had heard that Leif was part of the hunt for the bear they had mounted, so it certainly wouldn’t hurt to try it…

“Hello!” Best foot forward, Nanna. “Oh, one slice, if you may—” She had an aside with one of the cooking club members for a moment, before turning her attention to the girl in line. She had all sorts of accessories and baubles that were entirely foreign to the culture of Thracia. Nanna took a mental note to ask her if they were cultural pieces or if they were part of the young woman’s usual wear. “I’m Princess Nanna of Thracia, haha! I’m still quite new here, myself. Have you been enjoying your time at the academy?”

She continued with ease, taking a plate of bear and a side of potato, steamed and dashed with herbs. “I’m quite fond of your hair ornaments…” Nanna stepped wayward, to allow the rest of the line to continue its steady stream. Her swarthy complexion and colorful accessories were beautiful, in Nanna’s opinion. Her own feather accessory rippled as a breeze stirred past them. “Are they significant to your country? Or perhaps to yourself?”

“Oh and—If you do not mind, might I join you for a meal?” Nanna hadn’t managed to sit down with her new colleagues yet, so this was as good a time as any. And besides, the worst she could say was no, right?

[ TXT ] not that you would

[ TXT ] can't even imagine you leaving me on read for more than a day lol

[ TXT ] anyways not my point

[ TXT ] you're important to me like that, k?

[ TXT ] : If I left you on read for more than a day I would hope the search party would already be dispatched, haha.

[ TXT ] : Not the point however, as you say.

[ TXT ] : You are important to me as well.

[ TXT ] : Very much so.

[ TXT ] : I am always so incredibly thankful that we met.

[ TXT ] : If you were to suddenly call after ages of silence, I would be there in a heartbeat.

[ TXT ] : Even if you murdered a man or something similar.

[ TXT ] : Though I should probably stock up on a shovel beforehand, going to a hardware store would be seen as suspicious.

[ TXT ] : I think this metaphor is starting to escape from me.

[ TXT ] : Still, you understand.

"you doing okay? what was all that stuff with ophelia and the other student we faced? it sounded like they have a retainer liege relationship going on, but i wasn't able to listen in properly while fighting caspar." she laughs, ignoring the way the cleric that had helped her to the tent was staring daggers into her back for not going to get treatment immediately. "he's a hell of a fighter by the way."

"so they took you out, huh? who was it? i bet it was lady dusk— she's got some real resilience to her."

"Yeah, she got me. Only 'cuz you loosened the lid, though."

He plops beside Timerra, earning another tut from the cleric.

"I'll be honest, I used to think lances were the least cool out of the usual weapons. Seeing the way you used it though?"

His fist collides with his open palm, a tiny version of the whap that happened back on the field when Timerra walloped him.

"You've gotta show me how to do some of those moves sometime. Do you think I could keep a hold on a pole with fighting gauntlets on? Imagine closing the distance in a brawl like that! We could-"