"...another nightmare..."

Cynthia had never really adjusted to the post-war life very well. By far the worst part, though, was her dreams. She'd always had them, but during the war days she'd just work herself so tired that she'd just pass right out and ignore them as a result. 

This wasn't really the most mature response to her problems, but damn it, if she was going to be stuck in the past she was going to take advantage of the situation. She crept over to her mother's tent and, sighing, opened the flap. 

                            ♕   〈 の信仰 〉  ♛

      ❝  This time Lucina was not going to give Sumia a choice                  in the matter, they were going shopping. The young                  princess was determined to see the flier in a dress                  if it killed her. Hooking her arm around Sumia's, she                  let out a twinkling laugh before leaning her shoulder                  against Sumia's.