#withinyourimagination

It was discovered that a couple of the dulled training swords had been swapped out for sharpened ones. This discovery having been made when a few students ended up getting injured from the blades. No one knew how the swords were swapped and eventually it was chalked up to just another mysterious incident in the long line that had been occurring recently. The culprit had yet to be found, but was actually much closer then anyone knew. 

The rather disappointed cat was perched atop the near-by wall near enough to watch the chaos he’d caused but far enough to not be noticed so easily unless one actually bothered to look of course. “Hmm, so close but no one died this time, how disappointing.” He muses, fluffy tail flicking a couple times in thought. “Maybe I’ll go mess with the archers next, more chance of someone getting hit in the head over there.”

The darkness knew it was fading, growing weaker and weaker with each passing day as the light grew stronger, likely due to the keyblade weilders collecting so much Lux. Barely able to form any coherient shapes anymore it simply waited until it completely faded, oddly at peace with itself for the moment as it felt no pain.

But then it heard a sound, and slowly slithered towards it out of curiousity. It was a blonde boy filled with light, likely another keyblade weilder. If the darkness was stronger it would most certainly attack him, but it could only lay there and watch.

Their requested muse: Iridessa

“Terrance!”

Flying down towards Terrance she landed on the ground with grace before helping the sparrowman to his feet after he knocked into the multiple stems of sunflowers. During her preparations for Spring she didn’t mean to blind him temporarily while bending a ray of sunlight to allow a few sunflowers down below to get a taste of some sun. Quite frantic she fluttered around Terence one time to make sure nothing was wrong. When everything seemed to be fine as far as she could see she picked up his acorn cap wiping off the dirt that got onto it before placing it back on his head. Taking a step back from Terrance brown eyes locked on the other as she profusely apologized while taking a step forward to make sure a second time that he was alright. 

“ I’d fly backwards if I could. Are you okay?”

   Naia hummed softly, tapping a pen against her chin. The book in her hands wasn’t the usual fantastical tale, but rather a thought-provoking historical piece, and she was lost in it entirely. So much so that her tea had gone cold and the cafe she’d been in for hours was closing. After a few minutes of near perfect silence as every other patron had left, the sound of a familiar voice pulled her from the story, startling her enough to make her nearly drop her book in the process. As his face registered, she tossed the book to the table and shot up to hug her friend.

Ever since the incident where Professor Hanneman had unwittingly outed Ashe for having a crest all this time, the archer has been a bit distant. Sure he knew it wasn’t technically a big deal, a good portion of students attending this academy bore crests. 

But the secrecy of his own crest was because of Ashe’s will from Lonato’s much heeded warning and the archer’s own personal reasons. Although perhaps he was making a much bigger deal out of it than needed. The only people who knew were those who attended Hanneman’s seminar and his father figure. 

Byleth shakes his head in response, it was his own fault for underestimating how dangerous the task would be, not Sylvain’s. Had he thought more about the risks, this wouldn’t have happened

It had been a while since Chesh had last encountered the so called ‘Master Tactician’ so the cat decided to correct that. A purr echos through the room in which Claude was in though no source could be seen at first. Eventually a fluffy striped tail appears, brushing under Claude’s chin. The rest of the cat appeared soon enough, sitting on the desk just next to whatever the human was currently looking over. 

“So, how’d that little battle of yours go?” Chesh asks, though he clearly really didn’t care about the answer. “I’m going to guess it went well seeing as your still alive.”