#thefetchingfletcher

"Maybe so," Hubert tentatively agreed. The coffee was still too sweet for his liking, but voicing that would be contrarian. And the last thing he wanted was someone questioning him about why he was drinking so much of it if he didn't even like it.

Some people preferred the champagne. Hubert chose the coffee to help him through the night.

Still, Leon's excitement coaxed out a smile despite the chocolate in his drink, and his eyes scanned the crowd for Celica and the others from Valentia as they were mentioned.

"Even for those of us who are well-acquainted with events like these, the monastery's arrangement has made this one distinctly unique." Although it wasn't exactly an answer to Leon's question about whether or not Hubert was enjoying the ball, it would be the closest he'd get. "But... it is a taste of Fódlan. I'm glad to hear that you and Lady Celica are enjoying yourselves."

He glanced down toward Leon, curiosity dispelling some of the brooding shadows from his face.

“Ah shit.”

“YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH-”

“Fuck.”

@thefetchingfletcher

The dining hall was filled with the most wonderful aromas, she had never been greeted by this many exotic sights and smells. Mae followed her nose into the room, letting out oohs and ahs at what the stands had to offer. Back on Novis Island, food didn’t have much in terms of seasoning. Unless you were to count salt from the ocean and its fish.

And speaking of fish out of water, a flash of purple stood out among the earthy tones of powder and leaves. Of course, she didn’t have the most subtle of hair colors either.

“Oh, hey Leon! Fancy meeting you here.” She waves him and rests her hands on her hips.

@thefetchingfletcher

One breath in, one breath out.

Focused on the single target ahead Leonie pulled back on the string of her bow. The muscles across her shoulder and back tensed against the taut string, her breath unwavering as she let the arrow fly towards the target soon making it’s mark in the center.

Leonie clenched her fist in silent victory followed by a small ‘yes’. The redhead had been working on her archery skills recently, flying arrow after arrow while keeping in mind what Jeralt had taught her. She had done it so much over the past week the gloves she wore had started to wear down. 

The redhead was known to train often on her own. She would often find herself at the training grounds during any time of the day, flinging arrow after arrow into her targets ‘til they could hold no more. 

There was a certain pride she felt being known as one of the better archers at Garreg Mach. It was a compliment to her skills as a hunter and acknowledgment of her achievements as a commoner. Plus, there was the added bonus of it being a compliment to her mentor. Because of it she felt she couldn’t slack on her training and continuously practiced day after day. 

As she was practicing another person entered the training grounds. Leonie immediately recognized the figure and walked up to him, giving him a smile in greeting.

“Hey, Leon! Are you here to train too?”

She pointed at the target she had just been shooting at.

1.  What types of threads are your most favourite?

HMM. This is tricky, because I don’t think I have a specific type of thread that I can place above another. I love soft moments, exciting moments. I love having my muse interact with another and just chill and chat. I love when they get to dive into the fray and kick ass. I love one on one threads and I love group threads.

That said, there is one kind of thread that does leave me the most fulfilled. There’s nothing better to me than when I post something like a drabble or just a random piece that’s just supposed to be a snippet into what’s going on with my boy, and a mun requests to base an interaction off of it. It’s a great feeling to know that I can post something and someone will get inspired with it, and that joy seeps into the thread itself.

"Aw, thanks Leon!" Hilda gave a little twirl to show for her friend with a grin before he brought up that stupid dance competition. Goddess, entering had been the biggest mistake. Not only had she lost, but now everyone kept bringing it up. It was sweet that they wanted her to feel better but now she had to continue pretending as though she isn't going to go back to her room and cry about it as soon as the ball is over. "Right? Just imagine how I would have done if I'd actually put any effort into it!"

She handed Leon her card and stamped his with a kiss before returning it. "You know, I really enjoyed your dancing too. I'd love to learn some Zofian dance moves someday!"

It’s a standoff. Inigo watches Leon carefully, ready to bolt or throw his own pie at a moment’s notice. Inigo’s biggest fan wouldn’t pie him in the face, would he? 

Roll: 7!  

Yes, yes he would. Berries fill Inigo’s vision as he drops the sugary weapon in his hand. There’s a pain behind Leon’s cry that Inigo can not quite decipher.  He tunes it out for the moment, instead focusing on survival. 

Roll: 10! 

...man was he starting to get full.

Gaius ate so much pie today and he still had some in his handy dandy basket... He should be more grateful, he thinks. It was free food, even if a good lot of them were inedible or tasted horrible... 

He yawned as he walked, basket in his hand as he contemplated if he should take a nice long nap or keep hunting for pies. As he turned a corner, however, out comes another competitor and this time, instead of throwing a pie, just runs up to him to slam it in his face.

Sleepy he may be, his reflexes never fails him. He swerves to the side and swats Leon’s arm and the pie away from him.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to run while holding pies?” Gaius scolds stoically, and looks back at the swatted pie, now on the ground. Was that... gravy? Gravy... pie? What the...