#{ leanne thread 01. }

[misledusine]

Her few words that are just enough to form a sentence is just as reassuring as her earlier vocal display. As in not reassuring in the slightest. But the winged girl sounds sure enough of herself. And if she pulls through, that’s less of an effort Zephia needs to put into reclaiming something that’s not even hers. So the dragon merely nods as the other sets forth.

Once the girl’s breath finally settles, she insists upon a strategy of mercy over might. Although the sight of the light woman suddenly trying to muscle through was unlikely in the first place, the predictable path forces an internal sigh from the Mage Dragon.

Though as much as she may complain (to herself), the bird lady is onto something. The robed man, initially looking ready to bolt away at an instant, turns his head back to face the negotiator. He even goes ahead and…plants a hand across his heart? Of course this is working, despite the speech that barely passes for a child’s speak. Humans, no matter their rottenness, seem to cower at even the saddest displays of kindness.

All of this makes Zephia go for a yawn, raising her hand to feebly cover the exhale. Hopefully this scuffle could end as soon as it began.

Never did she think she could regret something as novel as a hand raise.

Right when their second thief goes for loosening the wallet and coin, a third rogue silently introduces himself from the shadows behind. They push past all three of them compared to this man’s display of shoving past a single child. Zephia would find it impressive, if not for the obvious sight that the purse has disappeared from view once more, the conclusion coming naturally as she lowers her gaze…

…Hell no.

The bandit had not just pushed past her due to covering the exit. They only found it fair to snag a bag belonging to the touring dragon herself. A bag containing something surely more important than mere metals.

Zephia does not even hesitate to grab at the winged creatures shoulders, entirely ignoring how their touched friend feels about getting out-mugged. In her idle gawking, the perpetrator has already slipped out of sight. Better sight will do damn all without a direction to start in.

“Quick. You have some connection to that coin, yes?” she asks, nearing a downright forceful tone. “Sniff it out. I can chase after it myself if need be.”

what if you just steal another || zephia + leanne

pearlescent // faith +1

[arcaeda]

do you believe in love?

the day of devotion was a wonderful day indeed, one that she wholly thought was meant to be celebrated by everyone. it didn’t matter if you were married or single, there surely was someone that you were devoted to! a friend, a family member, maybe even just the people you see around you every day.

there was a reason for everyone, and so she was happy to join in on the day of the devoted celebration that the monastery was apparently holding. it was a pleasant surprise to be certain— and after signing up python and kris knowing they wouldn’t join otherwise, she’d signed herself up as well! with the mission code given to her by oberon the dark (she’d have to ask him later about the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandma thing) she went directly to mingling! her outfit was simple of course, but a little fancier than what she’d usually wear. a red dress with a flared skirt and a halter neck. fancy but nothing that would scary anyone off.

she hums, plucking one of the flowers from one of the many vases on the tables and tucking it near her ear. hopefully this would quickly catch the eye of her partner.

[serenegaldr]

@frauleindermorgen (continued from here!)

Each note of Leanne’s music was infused with a feeling of contented joy as she sat with Micaiah, fingers trailing gently through silver hair as she worked on the elaborate braid. Between the inexplicable, unfounded sensation of unease that had followed not just the Silver-Haired Maiden, but a few other members of the final army against the goddess, as well as the fact that her leadership briefly caused Leanne’s brothers to be on opposite sides of the army before they united, the youngest Heron didn’t know what to make of Daein’s commander at first. Upon actually getting to know her, however, she realized that the girl’s kind, bright heart dispelled any concerns she might have previously held. And being one of her few non-Bird Tribe friends who could understand her Ancient Language was always a cause for excitement.

“Yup! ...and ta-dah! All done...!” she said, tucking the tail of the completed braid neatly against Micaiah’s back as she tried her hand at the Modern Tongue version of the declaration, before she giggled, turning to sit facing away from the other and letting her hair fall in a cascading wave behind her, even fluffing her wings to rid them of clinging strands. “I hope you have nothing coming up in the next few hours--” perhaps she exaggerates a bit, “--because my hair is really long! Rafiel said that mine’s still easier to braid than my sisters’ were though.” It was one of the few little tidbits her eldest brother shared about their family from... before, and it might not be very significant, but it was small, lighthearted things like these that made Leanne feel like she held something of the life she was a part of, when her family was all together.

[baldramuste]

[ fix ]

a simple mistake in his last fight had caused a wound that stretched across his upper arm. he had experienced much worse on the battlefield before, but he was thankful for the woman who was giving him rather prompt treatment.

"thank you for helping me out here." he says, while avoiding looking directly at her. he'd gotten a glance or two of the other laguz in the monastery before, but he still found it strange to see wings attached to a person. he wasn't disgusted by it or anything even close to the sort, he'd just rather like to avoid staring at her like she were some strange beast.

[voidedlux]

Still, only hours before the ceremony, Simon wasn't sure he could go through with the wedding. Something in his gut was unease, telling him that this wasn't exactly what he wanted. Sure, he loved his fiancée but there was someone from his past he hadn't quite let go of yet.

At the sound of the voice, Simon's attention goes straight to the blonde and his heart immediately begins to race. "Hey, you came." Voice shaky with the unexpected guest, he scratched lightly at his neck and smiled a little at Leanne. "You never RSVP'd... I wasn't sure you'd gotten the invite."

↪ closed for @voidedlux // based off of [x]

receiving the invitation was sort of a shock to her. she knew the other was in a happy relationship now, however, as she flips the invitation over the familiar handwriting causes her to gasp. there's no way, this has to be a mistake right? flash forward to the day of the wedding, leanne spots the other right before the actual ceremony. "hey, congratulations."

[serenegaldr]

     Leanne took one long, confused moment to process the imagery those words called forth, before she brightened in recognition. Oh! She’d learned all about these mysterious Beorc legends after meeting Sir Poetry, and it seemed like this man was talking about the same kind of thing. Except the other man had called her ‘Angel’ and not ‘Fuck’, though Leanne had already come to learn that Modern Language, confusingly, had many different words mean the same things sometimes, or the same word meaning different things. She was usually good enough to avoid the pitfalls nowadays though, at least when listening to other people speak.

     “No, I’m a... Heron!” she said by way of correction, fluffing up her wings briefly to demonstrate, before an expression of concern crossed her face. “Why do you think... you will see the... the... fire trident... and horns?” Whoops, she’d forgotten the names for the creatures in the stories again, but she remembered they were denizens of the Underworld, a place of suffering for bad Beorc. Surely it wouldn’t be a place people wanted to be?

ever after | niles & leanne

He must be dreaming.

Dreaming, or drugged, or finally—and quite unfortunately—dead. He feels the sharp edge of his teeth when he runs his tongue over them, so no, not dreaming. He can take in the rest of his surroundings with about the expected clarity, so not drugged, either. That leaves him with the inevitable: that somehow, at some point in time, Niles has died in Garreg Mach Monastery.

Probably. He’s never really given much thought to if the dead can still feel things as spirits, or if spirits even exist.

Because here, right before his very eyes, is a woman. Slender. Petite. The longest, fairest blonde hair he’s probably ever seen in his life, and gentle green eyes to match. And, right, he can’t forget the kicker: she has wings.

“Well, fuck,” he says, elegant as always. “If I’m being honest, I expected more of the horns and spiked tail. Maybe a firey trident, just to complete the look.”

@serenegaldr

[serenegaldr]

thelordoftheair​:

Well, here he is.

Feels just like yesterday when he left the bird tribes under the watchful eyes of (to the shock of no one) His Majesty Lorazieh and (to the shock of everyone) Naesala; naturally however, it’s been more than a week’s flight to get to Fodlan. But now, here he is indeed, back on the no longer quite so foreign grounds of the Officers Academy.

The student lists have changed a little, what with some faces appearing and some disappearing, though he imagines the school’s used to it. Other than that, it does not feel as though anything has changed at all. He imagines that’s the idea - of an institution, a place that seems everlasting, that will never disappear. Never end. Never fall.

(Boy, where has he heard that song and dance before. They better be prepared. He of all people knows that somewhere, somehow, there will always be a “but what if” out there just waiting to rear its ugly head. He can only hope that the Knights train for combat, not just for a principle, but… he can’t help but wonder.)

Well, no matter. He’s no king here, so this isn’t his call.

A soft flutter of feathers behind him - familiar in much the same way a home is - catches his attention and dispels the cloud of thoughts from his head; discarded to be forgotten instantly, as though none of those worries ever existed. He wants to turn instantly at the sound at first - but stops himself, a sly smile creeping its way onto his lips as he realizes she is trying to sneak up on him.

So instead he stays as he is, and pretends to continue reading the mission board with much absorbing interest, waiting to see - not without the kind of pleasant, entertaining curiosity he has not felt in a while - what she’s got cooked up for him; and next thing he knows, a louder noise accompanies the sensation of something touching his head - a flower crown that she just barely manages to get on his head successfully before embracing him in a hug from the back.

He chuckles as he carefully adjusts the gift to prevent it from falling off, before reaching with his large hand - but a gentle one if he so desires, which he always does for the Herons - and giving her a little scratch on the head. Her happy chirping awakens a warm feeling in his heart, something he has only ever truly felt for the white-winged kin he had sworn to protect.

Sweet little Leanne in particular, whom he to this day remembers meeting as a baby, already then soft, sweet and promising in all aspects to be beautiful and heavenly someday, bringing joy wherever she goes.

“Well, well, if it isn’t our dear princess. Thank you for the pleasant welcome. Do you really think it’s possible not to miss you?” His mind by now expects the ancient tongue at the sight of her, so even though he had not heard it for a while, he adjusts instantly to the known ways as his fingers continue to enjoy the silk-like touch of her hair.

“I arrived not too long ago. I used to teach here, so I’ll be picking that up again,” he explains himself, realizing that she likely did not know he would be coming to begin with. “But, enough about me. I hope you have been doing well?” He inquires with a smile.

Leanne snuggled in a moment longer, enjoying the warm, safe weight of both the Hawk King’s hand on her head, and his words in her heart. A pleased flush spread on her expression as she hears she’s missed - not that she doubted that was the case, but it was always nice to hear it from Tibarn himself!

“Wow, I didn’t know you were here before! You’ve been everywhere, huh?” she asked admiringly, leaning over him with some difficulty to meet his eyes, while careful to avoid jostling the flower crown on his head. She could definitely imagine Tibarn being a good teacher, and him being here, safe and nearby in case she or her brother ran into trouble, was a big plus as well. Maybe now that he was a teacher and she a student, he’d even have the time to give her some more flying tips!

Finally bouncing down from his broad shoulders at that encouraging thought, white wings fluttering behind her, Leanne clasped her hands together excitedly as she spoke. “Yes, I’ve been having so much fun in this academy! I’ve spoken to many Beorc, and they’re all so kind and helpful with the Modern Language. They call me nice things like... hmm, Angel... and Fuck!” The last few words were spoken in as confident a Modern Tongue as the Heron princess could manage, mimicking the compliments that the students she met had given her so far.

[misledusine]

If the proud public display of wings is enough to force a raised eyebrow, the creature’s inability of a clear follow-up helps lower it once more. The most that Zephia is given to work with outside of the personal reference is idle looks, but the experienced dragon can work with that easily.

Even more easily when the child in question gets shoved aside by another in passing, the few words from the winged one supposedly matching what’s held at the figure’s side. The kid in question frantically pats at his sides, a frown quick to form on his face.

So the brat had been bothering the sad thing. The knight would smile at her clever conclusion, if it were not for the soft hand that threatens - or more so feebly urges - her forward.

“H-Hey!” the blonde girl’s grip is far from capable of dragging her down, but Zephia instinctively stumbles at the slightest prompting. “Suppose you were going to say ‘yes,’ then.”

The statement is not meant to be responded to, with Zephia instead accelerating at her own light run to outpace the requester. Not that an unenthusiastic jog wouldn’t be enough to outpace her already. At this rate, their cloaked assailant will be gone in a blink.

In fact, the criminal has already managed to slip away from bare sight. To most weak-minded ones, this would be the end of the struggle…but the dragon’s glares further while keeping up the chase. A lick of enhanced vision, and it’s clear that the rogue thought that lurking behind a thin, dark alley would be enough to save their skin.

Hopefully that alley has a back end to it if he wants his skin intact.

“This way,” Zephia leads them onward, slowing back to a more casual walk as if to not put the thief on edge. It also helps to try calming the dove if the exercise was too much for her. “We’re about to face the man that took your things in just a moment. Are you prepared to ask for them back?”

She looks into the eyes of the strange woman somewhat closer, then sighs. “Or if you’d rather not speak, I can. Whatever works.”

what if you just steal another || zephia + leanne

pearlescent // faith +1

[misledusine]

The sun peeks in only occasionally, its rays unable to prevent a chilled air from dominating the streets. Zephia doesn’t mind. It’s a fair feeling, much better than the oppressive heat that must attract the little ones at the opposite time of the year.

But she is not here to merely observe the forecast. Her employer requires an observation of the people, more specifically what they may or may not hide. A minor annoyance, but nothing that the Mage Dragon is incapable of performing. It would serve well to get out and learn more of this foreign land, rather than be known as the knights’ proudest wallflower.

Nothing of great interest calls to her yet from several minutes after entering the gates. Few individuals are visible in the first place, and any who do see the lady out in the open aren’t so willing to get closer. Not worth her time.

What would be worth investigating is anyone willing to run straight into Zephia. Which just so turns out to nearly happen as she turns a corner, all thanks to a small being and…wings of white?

No, it’s another person as well, at least by the looks of them. She wouldn’t be sure why they would have impressively long, bright blonde hair flying alongside them as they run.

Thankfully the small one makes an immediate brake to not barrel right into Zephia’s body. Otherwise she would have to make a greater fuss out of it all. Although the kid in the lead makes an innocent, wide-eyed face meant to harbor pity from the older woman, Zephia simply ignores the feeble attempt and hones in on who interests her more.

“Is there something wrong, dear…?” she beckons with her words, sailing over to the lady of white’s side. “I did hear some whining from my good ear as I was strolling up. Is this one troubling you?”

what if you just steal another || zephia + leanne

pearlescent // faith +1