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Activity check: June 2022

Status: passed

Skill points gained: Activity: 1 (Authority: D → D+)

Total: 1; 6 → 7

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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

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Do You Want to Build a Snowman? ⭒ Roy & Kana

dragon-kiddos​:

Cheeks puff out in mock annoyance. Kana wasn’t expecting Roy to… well, not fight back! If someone pelts you smack in the chest with a snowball, wasn’t it instinct to retaliate? And yet the older boy dutifully sticks his shovel back into the snow and gets to work. 

“I suppose you’re right,” little dragon sighs, a quiet whine lifting his words. “Don’t want anyone slipping and hurting themselves. But we can play once we’re done, right?” 

So, with a little less pep in his step, Kana follows suit. His shoveled lines aren’t as clean or orderly as Roy’s, but it gets the job done. Only a few minutes pass, though, before the little dragon finds himself insurmountably bored with the task at hand. 

An idea strikes him as he watches how the snow piles up on either side of the path. Moving with a bit more purpose, Kana begins to purposefully pile the snow he shovels into the same area, creating something of a mound. Once it was piled high enough, he sets his shovel aside and starts to pack it in with his hands, slowly forming what appeared to be three spheres stacked atop one another. 

It wasn’t a traditional method of building a snowman, but it sure got the job done! Though, as Kana looks over his creation with a proud smile, the real work—their task at hand—is left to Roy. 

Roy can tell that his reaction was not the one Kana expected, nor the one he wanted. The young dragon’s pout and sigh makes him feel bad, a little, as the image of Fae comes to his mind; how many times did he refuse her playtime because he was busy with strategy meetings or training?

But it was necessary, his mind argues. He held the lives of his people in his hands; he had to do these things. And he also has to do this now. He has responsibilities to fulfill, tasks entrusted to him that no one else can complete.

He has to.

With something of a heavy heart (why? he said they can play later, so why does it still feel off?), he gets to work, and so does Kana, and they make some progress. It does not take long, however, before the redhead takes note of his companion’s new unusual activity, and he almost wants to again say something about how they will have fun later, but he stops himself, resorting instead to observing with the corner of his eye for a while while he continues work.

Ohhh, that’s what it is, okay. As Kana admires the result of his labor, Roy, having finished cleaning another small portion of the pathway, approaches him from the back to also finally take a closer look.

“Hm. Could use some eyes, I think,” he says quietly.

When his and Kana’s eyes meet, he chuckles. “Heh... I’m sorry, Kana. I know I’m not very fun to be around. I’ve always had a lot of responsibilities and... it’s stayed with me I guess,” he explains himself with a sigh.

“We cleared enough of the pathway that we can take a break. Can I... hm... help you somehow with this here?”

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Do You Want to Build a Snowman? ⭒ Roy & Kana

dragon-kiddos​:

Snow shoveling was not a task Kana was ever expected to complete. Aside from the fact that the prince was never expected to maintain his home’s upkeep, the little dragon could simply not remember a time when there had been so much snow that it had to be shoveled away. Not like this, that is, with more than just a few students armed with big shovels and work gloves—those unlucky enough to not have fire at their disposal to take care of the mess. Black ice threatens their kneecaps, and Kana wasn’t going to be falling anytime soon.

Gloved fingers flex around the clunky shovel, a hum escaping his throat. Where to start? Maybe moving from one end of the path to the other, taking it in rows? Oh, it would be so much easier with direction, and—oh!!

“Good morning!” Kana spins on his heel to face his classmate, forgetting their task in lieu of introductions. The boy standing before him wasn’t a stranger, but he was remiss to admit that Kana never caught his name until now. “It’s nice to meet you, Roy! I’m Kana—I’ve seen you in class before! I’m sorry we haven’t talked until now, heehee.

“I’ve never had to clean up snow like this before. I like playing it in a lot more than this silly shoveling.” Momentarily forgoing their task, Kana leans his shovel against the nearest wall and bends down to scoop up a handful of snow, which he then packs into a careful ball.

“I like being here in Fodlan ‘cause we don’t get snow like this back home,” he explains. “It’s good for packing!” In one fluid motion, the little dragon whips the ball in the direction of his classmate, aiming to hit him square in the chest. “See?”

One second. That was for how long Roy had looked away from Kana, in order to assess the length and condition of the shovel he had picked up; and the instant he looks back up, splat goes a snowball right against his chest, taking him by surprise enough that he staggers a step back.

He seems stumped for a second there - but then, he does not know whether or not it was actually against his will? His lips curl upwards and he lets out a chuckle, his hand absently wiping the snow from his coat. There is something magically nostalgic and charming about the gesture; in a sense, it reminds him of Wolt.

(He does wonder how his best friend is doing, without him around. That one could always be trusted, but he was just as reliable as he was reliant.)

“Ahahaha... I get that, I think. There isn’t often much snow in my homeland, either.” Pherae enjoyed a warmer, southern climate after all; it was the harsh Ilia up in the north that took the brunt of a true Elibean winter.

He pauses. It feels as though something in his mind freezes momentarily, as though struggling to analyze and figure out what he is supposed to do in this situation, before he speaks more. “To be honest, I don’t remember when I had a snowball fight. If ever, actually... Didn’t have a proper occasion for that.” Or time, for that matter. There was always something else to attend to.

Speaking of things to attend to, Roy sticks the shovel into the snow in order to start cleaning it up. That’s probably not the reaction Kana wants, but they have a task to do - the snow can wait until it’s safely off the walking path.

“You can perhaps... teach me later? But we should really get this done before too many people arrive...”

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Monkey Business ⭒ Roy & Perne

@pahndelion ; Sword +1

“Watch out!”

This thing is hairy, huge and hefty, but thankfully, not particularly trained in swordsmanship; that ends up being Roy’s saving grace as the agile youth ducks to avoid a heavy, barbarian-like swing aimed squarely at his chest, before withdrawing a safe distance away from the unlikely opponent, using the Sealed Forest’s plentiful trees as cover.

When his lord father and the Pheraean knights recommended that he travel overseas for studies, to learn new things beyond Elibe’s potential and broaden his horizons more than ever before, this is probably not what they had in mind.

“Watch OUT I said!” Roy shouts again, an extra note of desperation in his voice, as the monkey stretches out its long, muscular arm and throws the sword it’s wielding at one of the Knights akin to a spear; the man only barely gets himself out of harm’s way in time, and the blade ends up embedded in another tree. Unfortunately, before anyone can get a hold of it, the animal reaches and retrieves it first. The damn thing is fast for its size.

There is clear exasperation in the sigh he lets out as he withdraws a few steps, catching up with another Knight that had come to this bizarre mixture of a search mission, rescue mission and battle. As their eyes meet, the pleading in Roy’s gaze makes it clear that the prince is well and truly out of ideas right now.

“This monstrosity has the strength of several trained men. I’ve no clue how we’re meant to subdue it without doing it harm. At least it hasn’t managed to climb on a tree yet, but...”

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Activity check: May 2022

Status: passed

Skill points gained: Activity: 1 (Authority: E+ → D)

Total: 1; 5 → 6

Obtained: Rally Luck (Authority D) Blue Lions Brooch (Ethereal Ball participation)

Dancer class unlocked! Recruit class unlocked!

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Big_Bird_Door_Slam.GIF ⭒ Roy & Caeda

@arcaediaen ; Flying +1

There is a lot that Roy can safely say he expected from his assignments at the Academy. This is not one of those things.

He didn’t even know the Academy held chickens, for crying out loud.

And, worst of all perhaps - being a noble and heir to the throne of Pherae does come with the unfortunate consequence of having no experience with poultry whatsoever, outside of eating it. Which he highly doubts counts as expertise that will come in handy here, what with the staff requesting that, if possible, the chickens be rounded up and returned alive.

The terror on the faces of the squires surrounding him as he approaches the main door to the training hall is not a good indication. Roy cannot help but have his doubts - these men are being trained for knighthood and professional combat, exactly what is it in there that strikes such fear into their hearts?

Well, the instant he pulls the door open just enough to take a peek, he is met with a deafening SQUAWK that, in his personal opinion, a creature this size should not be capable of emitting, followed immediately by wind in his face blown by the rapidly flapping wings of the creature - and a beak and claws that threaten to reach his face, prompting him to quickly shut the door back. As he leans on it to keep it closed, he can feel the scratching and pecking on the other side. Something tickles his ear; he raises his hand and retrieves two feathers.

Okay, that’s what it is.

Eyes dart around in desperate search of ideas, and eventually land on a head of blue in front of him, approaching the scene. Lord Marth’s wife, that’s who she is, from what Roy had gathered; whether she was also assigned to help resolve this mess, or was merely attracted by the commotion, the Pheraean does not know, but... as much as any help is appreciated, Lady Caeda, too, is a princess, and thus unlikely to have experience with... chickens.

Hm.

“G-Good morning, Lady Caeda.” Nevertheless, Roy does manage a light smile, even if it’s a sheepish and somewhat artificial one. “Pardon me, we have a, uh... situation...”

He trails off as another loud SQUAWK is heard from behind him and the door, as though in confirmation.

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obragi​:

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Roy is, on a daily basis, not one for fooling around and playing tricks on people, or ridiculing them in any fashion. A rival student, a political opponent and an enemy commander on the other side of the battlefield - generally speaking, all are approached with respect and courtesy, even if none is offered in return. That is how he was raised, and that is the sort of person he is - amicable, polite, well aware that for one such as himself, his reputation is never only his own.

So, that little bout of mischief he just committed feels very out place to him, and he almost wants someone to criticize him for this.

Which he might just get; a fellow student approaches him, takes note of the game he had played, and does not hold back his laughter. Roy smiles, a solid dose of embarrassment in his expression.

“It’s fine, you can laugh. A pretty childish thing, isn’t it? That knight’s friend invited me to it, but that’s no excuse, of course.”

With a sigh, he turns away from the book of engagements, not even attempting to flip the page or otherwise hide the damning proof of his brief moment of immaturity. “Is there something you need? Ah… I see you’re collecting stamps as well?"  [♟]

   “ Yeah, it is, ”  Coirpre agrees easily and bluntly. It is childish, but the sight of someone dressed up so formally doing it anyway creates a contrast comedic enough to keep him grinning anyway, though he does at least try to not laugh too much.  “ It looks like you’re at least about to win though. ”  

It’s a simple game, one that Coirpre hasn’t indulged in many years, but the rules are still fresh in his mind, enough for him to be able to glance down at the page and get a decent feel for what’s happening.  

At Roy’s guess, he nods, holding his engagements card out.  “ If you’re looking, then let’s trade. ”  All he needs is the ‘as well’ to know he’s in the right place, but even as they’re swapping stamps, the priest’s eyes trail back to the game on the book, enough to spur him to ask:

“ Do you play chess too? ”

Roy allows a short, quiet chuckle to escape him. Coirpre’s honesty is as brutal as it is almost endearing, in a way. A refreshing break after a long time of being surrounded by people loved and appreciated by him, but nevertheless focused first and foremost on supporting his whims and ideas, rather than countering them, even on occasions when it would have been necessary.

“Does look like it, haha.” Does not seem as though his opponent has a chance to stop him from connecting three circles now. Well, that was a thing.

With that out of the way for the time being, Roy turns his attention back to Coirpre, accepting his card and stamping it with a R. A. before handing his own card to the other student. At the sound of the question, he perks up.

“Chess? I do, yes. It’s been a little while—” he has been playing REAL chess on an actual battlefield, in a sense— “but I do enjoy a game. Do you?”

(Roy has given his stamp to Coirpre and received Coirpre’s stamp in return.)

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His sight may waver due to forces outside control, but let it be said that Elphin never moves about blindly. Prior to the journey to Fodlan, he studies much of the land’s history. The documents he receives report that the Church of Seiros holds influence in all three of its largest territories though to varying degrees. Fine, embroidered tapestries depict momentous occasions in time that he suspects a source of great pride to be so carefully rendered in detail.

“What do you make of these scenes?” he innocently asks the young Lycian lord, gaze remaining on the adornments.

Naturally, he had been aware that Roy was an attendee of the academy. It was, in fact, his primary argument in favor of his own enrollment. The Three Generals of Etruria had justifiably been against the decision, but his father, King Mordred, is the one whose consent held the most weight.

“Not being a native myself, I am afraid I know little of its triumphs.”

While Roy has not long been a visitor to Fodlan, Elphin expects him to have done his due diligence and takes an interest in gauging how much he has learned and grown since last they met. The time to discuss the particulars of his appearance will come later.

His expression remains unaffected when finally he turns, but the small, polite smile he offers betrays hints of amusement. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance, my lord.”

Politics, as Roy has already well learned, is a game. A game one plays whether they want to or not, and a game where the stakes can range from reputation, through material gain, and all the way to life and death.

Sometimes, he would give a brief thought to the idea that, during the conflicts he had been involved in, his own safety and well-being was likely in danger more times than he knows of - than he will ever know of. Who knows, perhaps even now, at the time of peace restored, there are some who would delight in seeing him and his father dead. Animosities don't die so quickly; he is an idealist who wishes for peace and jor for all, but not an incurable optimist.

All that is to say that Roy is not surprised to see Prince Myrrdin continue on with the aforementioned game even here and now. Under normal circumstances, the Pheraean would not take kindly to one who deceived him for months, but as the news flew across Elibe and rumors abound were proven or disproven enough for him to piece the story together, he could not help but understand.

Politics is a game most dangerous, and this man has seen the worst of it in more aspects than one.

And so, Roy finds himself playing along, smiling lightly to mirror the bard's amicable expression as they face each other.

"I myself arrived to Fódlan a while too late to celebrate the anniversary of the great battle that shaped this land's history," he responds, his tone calm and fluid. "But to study the event is not difficult - almost everyone is able to tell at least a piece of the story, if not recite all of it from memory."

To an outsider who does not know better, his gestures are perfectly neutral; but for the proper person, it is not hard to figure out that the Pheraean knows more about what he's doing than what he lets on.

"The sentiment is mutual. It will be a pleasure to study by your side. Please let me know if there is anything I can assist with. I haven't been here for too long yet, but I know my way around by now."

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[ Jump ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver try to time their jump so that the photo-artifex captures them in mid-air. Might take a few tries…

"All right Professor, let's give it a go." Roy smiles brightly - this is an occasion for interaction that he vastly prefers over attending messy and chaotic funerals, and he has little doubt that Kurthnaga would agree.

"I'll count, and we jump, okay? One, two, three!"

Snap!

As the resulting picture is handed to them, Roy chuckles softly. It's not exactly perfect - the end result has his legs blurry to the point where they may as well not exist - but it is a vast improvement over his earlier attempts with Silvia and especially Lene.

(He owes the latter an apology.)

"Hahaha, not too bad." He laughs as he hands the second copy to the Professor. "Thank you, that was enjoyable. Oh, by the way, are you collecting the stamps, perhaps? I may offer mine if you are still in need."

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There are some things that do not change with the repetition of the year. For one, Marianne can trust that the Goddess Tower will eventually be filled by couples, friends, and stragglers alike, wandering up and down its tall steps. They will all come for something different—peace, silence, a place to get away—like she had come to make her wish.

On the other hand, there are some things that do change. Since her parents died, she has only ever prayed for one thing. Tonight, she wishes for something different.

She spends the better part of her time walking back musing upon it, barely realizing she's stalled halfway down the stairs until her head raises to find someone else standing on the staircase with her. Instinctively, Marianne flinches away, then winces a beat later. “Ah…sorry. I wasn't paying attention.” She shifts to the side, a feeble attempt to get out of his way. “The Goddess Tower is empty right now,” she offers meekly, “if that's what you came for.” Which—of course it was, why else would he be here, but while Marianne can't quite tell if he's alone or not, she has enough sense to know it would be rather rude to crane her head to see. “I, um. I apologize for getting in your way.” Her head dips just a fraction. “Have a good evening.”

He has heard the school legends and rumors; that wishes made in the Goddess Tower are bound to come true. How much he truly believes in the notion, he is unsure. Not that Roy is a complete non-believer - the idea of St. Elimine watching over him and his people has always been comforting, even if it was a subconscious thought on his part in the times of warfare.

(There are wishes, and then there is the thought that if he were to fall, he knows where he's going.)

Either way, he finds himself wandering towards it less out of a desire to verify the stories, and more simply out of a need to take a break from the entertaining but noisy ball. He finds his ascent of the tower delayed, however, by a head of sky blue - and attached to it, a voice quiet and feeble.

"Oh, it's okay. Don't worry," he responds to her apology, his tone a shade softer than it would usually be, as though worried that he would intimidate her. He does pass by her as she moves to the side, but lingers afterwards - having done so to spare her from having to stand in an uncomfortable position for too long, rather than out of an earnest desire to keep going.

Her next comment prompt a hint of confusion to flash across his face - that is, until he remembers the rest of the myth related to the Goddess Tower that he had been told about, and his face is instantly flushed with embarrassment as he shakes his head. "Oh n—no, it's not like that, hahaha—" oh no oh no oh no— "I just thought that I need somewhere quiet to... take a breather." Whether or not she believes him is up to her. The performance he is currently putting on is probably not helping his case, but it is out of his control.

When in doubt, change the subject.

"Anyway... There is no need to apologize, really." He hesitates for a moment, before realizing his utter lack of manners. "Oh, um... I don't believe we've met before. My name is Roy, I'm in the Blue Lions House... I arrived in Fódlan not too long ago."

He pauses again, not allowing his smile to fade as he eventually shakes his head. "But... Ah, look at me. I should now apologize to you for holding you up. Um, I hope you are enjoying the ball."

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Seems like just about anything can happen at this Academy...

“Very true, haha.” The small bit of laughter is all Roy has to conceal the... still bizarre circumstances he finds himself in, with regards to sharing the school with Lord Hector from what appears to be his father’s time. He disregards the thought for the time being, though. It’s not Chrom’s concern.

“I do hope you can see your sisters here at Garreg Mach, however! I am an only child, but I can imagine that seeing family around you when you’re far away from home would be comforting, for sure.”

He does briefly wonder what it would be like to have siblings... He has never given this idea much thought.

His mind returns immediately to Chrom, however, as the other voices a request for a stamp. “Oh - naturally!” The redhead’s expression brightens. “And, of course. I arrived not too long ago myself, so I’m also very much in the process of making connections... So the sentiment is fully mutual! With that said, may I perhaps ask for your stamp in return?”

(Roy has given his stamp to Chrom.)

[ Tinted Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with dark lenses and colorful frames. A little silly-looking.

Chrom blinks as he puts the glasses on. Wow, that really darkens your vision, huh... I bet that, with a different style of frame, you could wear these in bright places and sunlight. Chuckling to himself, he turns to the other person at the artifex, a red-haired student who shares the same House as him, and shows him another pair of the tinted glasses. "What do you think? Should we both put these on? They'll probably make for an interesting photo, right?"

“Oh, hm?” Roy perks up upon being addressed, surprise shining through the light smile he offers the other student at the sight of the curious equipment he has picked up. Of the similar kind he had looked earlier, that Lord Hector did not seem to particularly appreciate, at least not from him. But, Roy himself doesn’t think they’re all that awful, really.

“Hah, alright then!” The redhead takes the other pair of glasses from Chrom, stands beside him and the two of them strike a pose.

Snap!

The instant it’s safe to move again, Roy’s facade breaks and the Pheraean keels over laughing. “My father would probably be astounded to see what I’m doing at the esteemed Academy. Hahaha! But I guess a ball is the one time you aren’t supposed to think so much about your studies.” His smile is still bright as he hands back the tinted glasses to Chrom. “Thank you. My name is Roy, it’s nice to meet you. We’re in the same House, aren’t we? I believe we’ll be seeing each other around.”

[illeoneardito]

Roy makes no verbal comment at all about the physical condition of the Professor’s card, giving only a light smile. Perhaps Kurthnaga had simply been dancing his heart out, and the poor thing suffered as a result, stuffed in his pocket! That would be a good thing if anything.

“Of course, Professor. It is my honor to offer.” He merely rubs it a little to straighten it out enough for the stamp to be clear and readable, before imprinting R. A. on the card and handing it back to Kurthnaga.

“There we go... May I perhaps be so bold as to ask for your stamp in exchange, Professor? I would be very grateful.”

(Roy has given his stamp to Kurthnaga.)

[ Jump ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver try to time their jump so that the photo-artifex captures them in mid-air. Might take a few tries…

"All right Professor, let's give it a go." Roy smiles brightly - this is an occasion for interaction that he vastly prefers over attending messy and chaotic funerals, and he has little doubt that Kurthnaga would agree.

"I'll count, and we jump, okay? One, two, three!"

Snap!

As the resulting picture is handed to them, Roy chuckles softly. It's not exactly perfect - the end result has his legs blurry to the point where they may as well not exist - but it is a vast improvement over his earlier attempts with Silvia and especially Lene.

(He owes the latter an apology.)

"Hahaha, not too bad." He laughs as he hands the second copy to the Professor. "Thank you, that was enjoyable. Oh, by the way, are you collecting the stamps, perhaps? I may offer mine if you are still in need."

[illeoneardito]

"I tried dancing earlier and sprained my ankle to the point of needing a healer," he confesses plainly with a small chuckle. "But maybe a bit later, I will try again. It is something I would like to learn, so... I may just take you up on that offer. Thank you, Silvia."

In spite of everything, he smiles. The contagiousness of the positive attitude and atmosphere exuded by those around him, lifting his spirits whenever he would have a moment of self-doubt, is something he has always appreciated. And, perhaps, relied on a bit more than he should have - but he stops himself there, before his thoughts spiral out of control again.

"Oh, thank you very much." Roy nods in gratitude, handing her his card. "Please, allow me to return the favor."

(Roy has given his stamp to Silvia and received Silvia's stamp in return.)

[ Dance ]

"I am, unfortunately, far from a skilled dancer, but hopefully for simply pretending, it should suffice..."

"Aww, don't say that! I betcha you're better than you think!" Silvia's voice is cheery as she tries to hype up the young lord's confidence. "I can show you some easy moves later! Lemme stamp your card so you remember!"

[illeoneardito]

The effort to smile is made lighter at the sight of her concern, and he call for him to stay put and stop putting pressure on his leg. Roy changes direction as a result, forgoing his attempt to make his way towards her in favor of the much simpler three steps he needs to take to reach the nearest chair.

Maria does indeed come to him soon after, and the feeling that soon comes over him is unusual and unexpected. Was he not feeling down and disappointed with himself a moment ago? Surely the main emotion he should be experiencing at the moment is embarrassment and disappointment in himself, over so badly messing up something that really should not be complicated for one of his upbringing and station.

And yet there he is, smiling brightly as Maria tends to his leg, the warm expression physically unable to leave his face in lieu of her cheerful, bubbly nature.

"Oh, that is so much better. Thank you." He nods, still careful as he puts his foot back on the floor, then tries to put some weigh on it. Good as new!

"Ahaha... Perhaps a little later. I think I need a small pause before I try again." Might be best to gather his bearings again before venturing out there. At the sound of her words, Roy's grin grows brighter still. "Alright, thank you. Nice to meet you too, Maria! Actually, aren't you in the Blue Lions House as well? I feel like I've seen you during a lecture or two. Shouldn't be too difficult for us to bump into each other if that's the case," he nods happily as he stamps her card with R. A. before handing her his own.

"Of course, please do also let me know if I can ever be of assistance in any way! I'd be delighted to help."

(Roy has given his stamp to Maria and received Maria's stamp in return.)

"Pardon me..." She is the one he had heard earlier, right? At any rate, Roy calls out to her as he approaches; he tries to smile, but it is admittedly a little hard to do so, and the noticeable limp in his step likely makes it quite clear why.

"Lady Maria, was it? I apologize that this is how we meet," he continues with a brief, sheepish chuckle. The rumored savior of Elibe and heir to Pherae in all his glory, everyone. "I probably should not have tried to dance, knowing how bad I am at it. I'm very sorry... but do you happen to have a healing spell on you? I could, um, offer my stamp in exchange."

"Oh!" A flurry of steps rings out in staccato notes as Maria hastens to Roy's side, hands worriedly held in front of her to impress her point. "Please, don't move! I can come to you!"

So she does, and even as her hair flutters about her shoulders while she turns her eyes towards his injury, the little cleric flashes him a sweet and comfortable smile. "You can just call me Maria," she replies, a soft laugh punctuating the thought. "I'd be happy if you did!" Oh, that is quite a nasty sprain, isn't it? Time and again, the use of magic without tomes or staves proves wonderfully useful, and she hums softly as a tiny circle forms at her fingertips. Its gentle glow shines for but a moment, and when it fades, it is her effusive grin that is left behind for him.

"There! All better!" She laughs another laugh, and it rings clear. "There's nothing wrong with dancing! If you want to, then you should! But if you're worried, you could try again with a slower one? But even if you don't, if you sprain your ankle again, I'll gladly come and find you, hee hee.

"And I'd love to trade stamps! But not as a sorry, okay?" The line of her lips draws into a wide, reassuring smile as she holds her card by its corner. "Instead, let's say... I'm really happy to meet you!"

[illeoneardito]

"Oh, haha - of course!" His eyes widen in slightly surprise at the request - or, perhaps, offer - that she makes, and nods, doing his best to quickly replace the initial reaction with a smile.

(He really hopes she doesn't normally have to ask students to pay attention in classes. That's not how this is supposed to work.)

"Though I must admit I am far from skilled in magic arts, be it offensive spells or healing," he admits, though his smiles widens as he does so. "But I shall treat that as even more reason to do my utmost during your lectures, Professor."

With that, he hands his card to Edain, while simultaneously taking hers and stamping his initials - R. A. - on it.

(Roy has given his stamp to Edain and received Edain's stamp in return.)

"You look stunning, Professor." Roy smiles, approaching with a light bow in greeting. "I do not believe I've had a chance to introduce myself yet... Roy Alcestis, I belong to the Blue Lions House. I look forward to learning from you in the near future, Professor."

He chuckles quietly, fidgeting with his feet. "I'm afraid that I am confirmed to possess two left feet when it comes to dance, so for your safety I would rather not offer one... Is there anything else I may offer to perhaps earn myself a stamp?"

"thank you." she takes the compliment to heart, figuring it not as bad if it was a student coming to her. roy seemed earnest enough anyways. at the mention of not being able to dance and wanting a stamp, edain blinks curiously.

"hm then…" edain smiles to herself as she tries to think of something he could offer. it didn't truly matter to her that she got something in return and she doubted he was really that bad of a dancer, but she didn't mind entertaining him. finally edain comes up with something he could do for her. "how about this? i get your stamp as well and you promise me you'll pay attention in my classes. does that sound good?"

[illeoneardito]

[ Tinted Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with dark lenses and colorful frames. A little silly-looking.

Chrom blinks as he puts the glasses on. Wow, that really darkens your vision, huh... I bet that, with a different style of frame, you could wear these in bright places and sunlight. Chuckling to himself, he turns to the other person at the artifex, a red-haired student who shares the same House as him, and shows him another pair of the tinted glasses. "What do you think? Should we both put these on? They'll probably make for an interesting photo, right?"

"Oh, hm?" Roy perks up upon being addressed, surprise shining through the light smile he offers the other student at the sight of the curious equipment he has picked up. Of the similar kind he had looked earlier, that Lord Hector did not seem to particularly appreciate, at least not from him. But, Roy himself doesn't think they're all that awful, really.

"Hah, alright then!" The redhead takes the other pair of glasses from Chrom, stands beside him and the two of them strike a pose.

Snap!

The instant it's safe to move again, Roy's facade breaks and the Pheraean keels over laughing. "My father would probably be astounded to see what I'm doing at the esteemed Academy. Hahaha! But I guess a ball is the one time you aren't supposed to think so much about your studies." His smile is still bright as he hands back the tinted glasses to Chrom. "Thank you. My name is Roy, it's nice to meet you. We're in the same House, aren't we? I believe we'll be seeing each other around."