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“No matter how I rationalize my thoughts, I fail to interpret them as anything but selfish..”
“Perhaps if I could speak to someone versed in matters of the heart. Inigo, maybe?”
“... Naga, listen to me.”
@SnarkyFlier — then for my sake.."
"Not today, but.. I don't suppose you'd allow me to impose on Daphne to ferry us somewhere?"
"I've heard of this festival, but I haven't been told how mother and father perceive the occasion."
"I wonder if they'd take a prank from me in stride..?"
@SnarkyFlier — process the implications.. I realized that perhaps my failure to pick up on the gift had little to do with how I feel, and more about how I perceive how important what we’re accomplishing here truly is.”
“..That’s a lot, isn’t it? We should talk proper.”
“I see that Gerome’s rapport with Inigo hasn’t improved on the way back to this time..”
@anathemerc “Eep—!”
“Oh, this one!” With a curt nod, Lucina steps just past the tent flaps, only to have Severa shut them behind her with a familiar hastiness.
“I came to see how you were settling in. I can imagine having a tent to yourself after so long must seem surreal.”
“This one? No, perhaps this one. That one..?”
“Erm, Severa? Is this the tent you’ve settled on?”
. . . 🍃💨
@anathemerc 🕷
@SnarkyFlier — You pressed the chocolates into my hand, and after I bungled what I wanted to say, you hurried out of the fair grounds.”
“Severa, wait—!”
..For the last several weeks, whenever she’d approach, it always seemed @SnarkyFlier and Daphne were just taking off into the sky.
“Blasted, they’re saddling up AGAIN? SeverAaA!”