#sword-scion

“Fir!” He could recognize that voice easily by now, and turned towards its owner with a broad grin. “Finally decided to join in on the fun, huh? Don’t worry; I gotcha.” He paused a moment to listen to the beat. Perfect. “Here’s the deal: I’ll take you through two songs at least. I’ll show you the moves for a swing from my home territory, and if you’re ready by song two, we can go it at speed. That should be enough for you to get the hang of it, right? Right!”

Without waiting long for her acknowledgment, he took her hands and pulled her out towards the floor. “First things first, most Bergliez swings have you dancing in a line. You can step out of that line sometimes, but generally everyone stays 'in-lane’ to avoid hitting each other. Everything is done in sets of four, like so...” He spent several measures teaching her the basic step, passing, turning, and the like - so many, in fact, that before he knew it, the first song and another, had already passed. He hadn’t noticed the change in rhythm, but to his memory, neither had Fir - which must mean they had both adapted to it well. She didn’t seem to be all that bad either, at least judging by their not-at-pace lessons. 

He could hear this song beginning to wind down, though, and so took hold of her hand and waist in anticipation of the next. “Ready?” he asked.

Well, ready or not, the music was starting without them. Caspar started off simple. Step, step, triple-step, triple-step; step, step, triple-step, triple-step. He chanced a turn and she responded quite well, he thought, as he caught her and resumed as before.

Reporting to Lady Edelgard | not accepting

“Fir… I must admit that I know very little about her, Lady Edelgard.” Guilt faintly colors his words but does not overtake them. She is a member of the Black Eagle house, and for that reason, Hubert should know her family, her history, her favorite foods, even, and yet… he doesn’t. Somehow, she has slipped past him under some guise of being uninteresting and unsuspicious.

“She appears to be quite skilled with a sword, but Felix likewise does not seem to have noticed her. Strange.” He recalls hearing the swordsman of the Blue Lions challenging anyone found with a blade in hand, ever in pursuit if perfecting his own technique, but Hubert puzzles over the discrepancy with a hand to his chin.

Send A Number to Experience One of My Muse’s Memories || 29. A memory they can’t let themselves forget

It was quiet.

It always was, these days. Since Azura’s death, everything fell into a somber light, no one quite willing to break the tension with any lightheartedness. Not even his father could offer a smile in these times.

They were grieving. 

No one dared to try and tell Shigure it was going to be okay. No one dared to try and tell them that things would start to look up soon; no one wanted to lie. Silent comfort was given, reassurances that they aren’t alone, but no light was present.

Even Kana found it difficult to smile. But he would always do his best for his bluebird.

Weeks passed. He never pressed them, never tried to force anything. If Shigure didn’t want Kana around, he would leave quietly; if they wanted company, he would gladly stay. No questions asked. 

Many nights were spent sitting side-by-side in silence. Sometimes, he saw their tears. Kana would dare to pull off his gloves and wipe them away. Other times, he opened his arms for a hug, never quite expecting it to be reciprocated. 

All he wanted was for Shigure to know that they weren’t alone.

A night came that they sat together, same as always, under a clear sky. The stars glittered like diamonds; a meteor shower rained down, sending beams of light across the sky. He points up at one, tracing its journey with a single finger. 

“They say you’re supposed to wish on shooting stars, so I wish that we’ll always be together.”

He had noticed her hovering nearby, no doubt caught up in a debate between her terror and her want for something. Bernadetta did the same thing, and Hubert had learned to just ignore her until she managed to approach him on her own, no matter how long it took. Or how inconvenient it could be. With hands at rest behind his back, his eyes scanning over the heads of those dancing at the center of the room, he pretended not to notice the timid glances.

Fortunately, it didn't take Fir all evening to finally muster up her courage, as it sometimes did for Bernadetta, and Hubert acknowledged her at first with only a sidelong glance, chin still raised.

Was the prize for filling out one's card really so enticing that it compelled his classmates to surmount even their fear of him? He would have to consider new intimidation tactics, if that was all it took.

"Very well," he agreed after a moment's pause. He had no reason to frighten Fir, and accepted her card as he fished into his pocket for his own.

Send A Number to Experience One of My Muse’s Memories || 25. A birthday memory

“That’s perfect—hold it steady, now! Keep your stance wide and lowered—yes, just like that!” 

He turned six that day. Already, the little dragon was obsessed with following in his mama’s footsteps, and with that came combat ability. The same as she had done in her youth, Kana started his training early. His sixth birthday was the day he was gifted his first training sword. 

“Go ahead and swing at me. Don’t worry about hurting me, Kana-bean, I can take it!” 

The girl’s sudden appearance through the crowds caught Lucina somewhat off guard as Fir stood before her and…bowed? “There’s no need to bow—” what was her name? Lucina didn’t think she mentioned it… “And just Lucina is fine. No titles needed.”