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Fire emblem Awakening Support Conversation C-S(This is not a canon character, she is my oc for Fire emblem who I ship with Lon'qu.)
Caira: Lon'qu huh? I haven't really talked to you much since my mercenary group and I joined this army.Lon'qu: Is that a problem for you?Caira: Not at all. Anyway I was talking to Basilio and he suggested that I talk to you.Lon'qu: What for?Caira: He said that you'd be and interesting spar partner and that somehow I remind remind him of you.Lon'qu: I'm not going to spar with you. Find another sparing partner.Caira: ...Lon'qu: Goodbye.Caira: *Sighs* What the hell is his problem...?
Support C achieved
Caira: Hey Lon'qu wait a
[FE:Fates OC] Small momentsShiori held up the small carving she was working on, the leaves of the tree they were sitting under sending dappled shadows dancing across her hands as she turned it this way and that.
“See,” she said out loud as she ran a finger over the delicate lines of what would be the legs of a pegasus when she was done, “after you have the basic shape blocked out then you go in and start adding details.” As she spoke she could almost hear her grandfather’s voice, echoing across soft memories of a warm afternoon not unlike this one, as he told a much younger her almost the exact same thing. “You just have to take your time, and not rush. Work at a steady pace and you’ll get there eventually.”
“Easy for you to say,” her tall companion grumbled, “you’re already really good at...Ow!” He muttered something like a curse as he dropped the chunk of wood he’d been trying to work on and stuck his finger in his
Fire Emblem Generation Prologue Pt. 3
The Grand Master
Grand Master Khessad scanned the trays of fruit before him. He stood in front of a simple fruit stand in the busy center of the small village. The stand had a wide range of fresh fruits which grew from recent surplus of the harvest. Felodia was a town with a small population. The people who lived there could recognize each other and those who are from out of town.
Only a few families called it home. Mostly farmers and merchants who trade foods with the neighboring town of Norendas which are known for their sheep farms, and of the finest wool.
It was a hot summer afternoon but that flowing Ylissean breeze of wind cooled down the busy people.
The Grandmaster was in his 60s. His upper body slouched somewhat. His face had a gentle grandfatherly look. He had whitish old hair with streams of his natural brown combed over his head. His own charmed Tactician robe hung around his body. The magic of the garment spread energies of ice magic which flowed th