#gricencchos

[aurheatum]

bletsian

@gricencchos @verseandrhyme

So this was to be the stage Rion chose. Her memories, as vast as they now were, still held nothing of his shape except what had been initially shown to her. No matter. She would just have make sure to memorize his dying moments, for that was often the only measure of a man.

Stepping into the pillar of light, Rhea catches the concerned gaze of Seteth and the lowered eye of the Mitama. She opens her mouth to say something but in the next moment there is nothing, white, and in the next after that she stands in the void with the rest of her charges missing.

“So,” she says instead of whatever would have fallen out of her mouth before, “he has separated us yet again. Stay close.”

Up ahead comes the laughter of a child. Her scales are a white, purer than even Rhea’s own and her eyes that crinkle in delight the shade of her father’s pelt. She is speaking but Rhea is not listening.

How much of a fool did Rion take her for? She had mistaken the faceless ghost in the catacombs for her sister, slipping on its blood. But this. So vivid and real was the happy family before her she knew they could not be true. Her son would simply have to step up his game.

“Rion!” She shouts. “It matters not how many forms you choose or what manner of deceptions you display. I will tear the truth from you if I have to,” her eyes narrow and her gaze falls upon the light dragon, heedless of the tiger’s roar of outrage, “let this be the first judgement.”

Rhea rolls a 5 to hit Leto, miss.

Charging forward, Sword of Seiros raised, Rhea aims for the soft underbelly of the younger illusion but as the dragon flies, feathers ruffled in surprise, she sees to look of fear in her eyes. That was real. 

Her sword rings harmlessly off of the tiger’s claws and Rhea thinks perhaps Rion has done a bit better than she first had given him credit for. Gricenchos takes a swipe at her with his other hand and Rhea is pushed back, wincing at the tear in her shoulder.

A particular set of skills, discovered!

When Gricenchos is >= 50% HP, all attacks and counterattacks directed at Leto are absorbed and countered by him with +2 damage dealt

“I shall not miss again,” Rhea breathes out, “and if you want to be the first to fall then so be it.”

[primabsoluta]

seteth’s shirtless scene

H.E.A.R.T. starter for @gricencchos

Manuela had to admit to feeling surprised when she’d received Seteth’s name this fine morning. Surely Mr. Stick in the Mud was above all this? Looking through her options, she crossed off a picnic immediately. A lecture whilst she’s trying to enjoy a nice pinot grigio? No, thank you. Dancing? Hm, maybe. He did seem to have strong, muscular arms under those clothes but likely he’d insist on them leaving room for Sothis.

She sighed deeply, leaning back into her desk chair. How was a girl to have fun with someone so uptight?

“Dive off a waterfall, straight into the rainbows!” Manuela cackled to herself. Well, she could have some fun with this one. Rising to her feet, she strode across the infirmary, crossed the hall and knocked on Seteth’s door.

“Good mooooorning!” Manuela called cheerfully, voice light and giddy. She opened his door, a spring in her step and a bright grin on her face. Which naturally spelled trouble for him. He cuts a striking, handsome figure - one she’d hopefully see more of as the day progressed. A feline smirk decorated her face as she takes the seat across from him. “Let’s go outside for our little date, hm? I know just the place!”

[regnumaves]

It’s a Lovely Dungeon and You’re a Horrible Golem || Team Catacombs A

@sheerloyalty @gricencchos @deavaritiagrado @onlygodremembers @baldursson

What the heck is that.

The question is genuine on Tibarn’s part - this darkness is really getting on his nerves - as they chance upon a door that should, hopefully, lead to some progress (if it could also lead to some light, that would be lovely, but he is not getting his hopes up), but a mechanical giant of some kind stands guard.

Intruders shall not be tolerated. Your blight, your stains, your sins are writ large upon your bodies. Such evil cannot be permitted to enter this sacred place. For a thousand years I have upheld my duty to protect the monastery, entrusted to me by the Holy Saint Seiros. And I shall uphold that promise for a thousand years more!

OK, he gets it. Anyway,

with a wince - he has a feeling this will not go well - he transforms and flies up as much as the space available to him allows, before charging up, his talons stretched out to test their newfound opponent.

Tibarn attacks: 1d20+2=4. Miss. Golem HP: 30/30

The test fails miserably, for a brief trick of the light makes Tibarn think the golem’s head reaches higher up than it truly does, and he merely flies harmlessly above it, stopping himself only in the last moment from crashing into the wall.

Golem counterattacks: 1d20=9. Barely hit. Tibarn HP: 11.5/12

The dodge maneuver almost saves him from the swing of the giant’s lance, but he does take a scratch to his side. He shakes the hit off quickly; nothing major. It missed his wing, and that’s what’s important.

Well, this is going to go swimmingly for him. Who sent him here again?!

“Someone who can see better in this godforsaken place, get that thing!”

[atypicalsenerio]

@gricencchos continued from here

Seteth trusted him a bit more easily than Soren expected, although in this case he was right to. Soren sipped his strawberry beverage thoughtfully, wondering if there was any possibility of the low level of tension he had in just about every muscle he controlled could ease out of him with someone else in the room. Perhaps just the physical sensation of the warmth and steam would do it.

“Hm. It’s hard to take anyone at their word, especially those used to skirting authority.” Soren spoke as though he wasn’t a student. He didn’t generally try to act like anything other than an adult, and had done so for most of his life, even when he had actually been a child. That, however, was a rabbit hole of memories he had no intention of traipsing through, “I suppose you could have the staff keep a closer eye on students for you, but so many are nobles who might pay a few coins or simply respect no one but themselves.”

He didn’t comment in regards to alcohol. Perhaps Seteth did have the prudency a priest should have, but such small notes of approval meant too little to voice. Who was he avoiding? Soren gently swirled the glass, watching the whole strawberry in it bob around with the ice.

“Well... everyone.” He admitted it after a pause. “Might as well be honest. There’s no way to have a break if there are other people around. When it’s just me... then I can relax. Nothing personal.” He leaned back better.

“People have to change when they’re observed.” People have to put some kind of guard up.

[ignatzvictor]

Paint Your Future

Starter for @gricencchos

Ignatz stood in the entranceway of the reception hall. Today was the Future’s Fair and the hall was lined with various booths, students going from booth-to-booth with hopeful eyes. The atmosphere was filled with hope, with students being assured of their future.

Ignatz tried to enter the hall, but he couldn’t move. His path was already decided for him. He would become a knight for a noble house to help his family’s business. 

But there was a voice in the back of his mind, one that Ignatz tried to ignore.

“Are you sure about that? Don’t you want to do something else?”

Even though Ignatz tried so hard to suppress this thought, he sometimes entertained the idea. What if he followed his dream? Could he live successfully doing what he loved? 

Glancing around the room, Ignatz saw Seteth. He’s a responsible adult, he would quell the worry in his mind.

“Hey Seteth, can I talk to you about something?”

[theofficersacademy]

dewa here with one dad and everything set but just in case may i reserve the best dad in all of the church!

Seteth has been reserved!

You have one week (5/10) to submit your blog and application to the Masterlist. Thank you for your reserve!

- Mod Key

[felemfidelem]

gossamer ⚜ w/seteth

With exams right around the corner and warm weather, it is difficult to stay focused. Maybe a little break wouldn’t be so bad? With the Great Tree Moon in session, trees’ leaves have turned a pastel pink. A little ways out of monastery grounds lies a large tree pink with leaves and… ribbons? A petite merchant with a sack twice her size informs you these ribbons are people’s wishes and hopes tied to the trees ribbons. She goes on and on about fate and destined love. She pushes a pink ribbon your way, insisting you give it a whirl. What’s the worst that could happen? [Grants Faith +1]

@gricencchos

Warm weather was finally cutting through the lasting gloom hanging over the monastery. A northern breeze had begun to carry pale petals over Garreg Mach, and droves of students had taken the short walk to find the source of the pastel showers.

It was surely a sight to behold; Eldigan had never seen a tree so large, nor sprout such delicate blooms.

‘They only last a single week.’ A young girl trills beside him.

Eldigan is pulled from his reverie and looks to the lady addressing him. ‘Poetic for th’ Great Tree Moon, don’tcha think?’

He softens, and muses back, “A time of new beginnings, and fleeting transience.” He looks up to the tree again, a seed of hope sowing within. Maybe he too could let go of the regrets of his own Lone Moon. “Winter has fled, and a fresh start is in the air.”

‘That an’ love!’

“...Love?”

The girl throws an arm around Eldigan’s shouder’s before gesturing closer at the branches. ‘Y’see all those ribbons? Wishes for the comin’ year. Promises of young lovers to hold each other close for another spring.’

Eldigan exhales dismissively. “You misunderstand me, milady. I’m a- married man.”

‘All the more reason to make a wish for you and your love.’ She says with a wink, reaching into her bag and pulling out the same sort of ribbon hanging from the tree. Placing it into his hand. ‘Send up a little prayer for your lady.’

The lord stares down at the silken ribbon, in something like curious wonder.

‘10 gold.’

[flowerofgoneril]

legalize it

@gricencchos

Hilda can't believe how lucky they've been. First the winter retreat to the snow lodge, then the ball, and now the majority of the faculty off on a mission! Even if they have to attend a mandatory seminar, life is good. There's plenty of time for leisure and relaxation and she intends to take every advantage to enjoy it.

Hilda likes to consider herself up to speed on all the lastest monastery gossip. She likes to meet new people and she loves to talk. There's one rumor in particular that easily catches her interest: the faculty get together and share secret herbs. This she has to find out for herself. The idea of the teachers letting loose and having fun is incredibly appealing on its own. She'd love to know exactly who is cool among the staff. And since they're all off on a mission, surely some of it won't be missed!

Getting into the faculty lounge is surprisingly easy. She's able to simple waltz right in and thankfully, it's completely empty. Now to just poke around for the goods, grab them, and get out before anyone realizes she has been here. Easy!

[filthtouched]

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ (with a chancla) "Come back here this minute, young man." He knows the words you said to Rhea.

ask meme | receiving!

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat.

Where Niles any other man, this is the kind of situation that would begin, undoubtedly, with two words: uh oh. But, as he's sure many are chagrined to know, Niles is Niles—and he's very excited to see Seteth now, stern-faced and displeased.

"Oh, I know that look," Niles grins, sauntering close. It's a bit thrilling to be told what to do every now and then, isn't it? One taste of obedience, and people think they are owed more. All the better to disappoint them once that complacency settles. "What is it that I've done now, I wonder? Or were you hoping instead for a little tongue wagging? I've done plenty with the Archbishop, but I don't mind roping in another partner, if you're this inclined..."

It's more than simply walking on a wire; it's balancing on the edge of a knife. He can see the furrow deepen in Seteth's brow, and Niles can't help but grin even wider in response.

Holy men are so easy to frustrate.

[aurheatum]

"Rhea!" He raced through the bloodied area, almost as if it were mocking his own memories. Hadn't he done this before?

Running towards someone he desperately needed to find alive, crossing through wounded and dead, the stench of blood and fire assaulting his lungs and the raw guilt from allowing some to get into harm's way?

Except now, the harm had been him. All of them actually, fooled by an unknown entity's schemes, but his heart was especially heavy at it.

He could've killed Rhea.

"Rhea...how-" Did she experience it too? The flashes of memories- or was it Seteth's own mind crumpling in on itself? "...are you okay? Did you...?" Did you see it too? Emerald found a lone sword on the ground nearby. Someone had died.

He tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder. Part of him wished to just not care anymore and hug her- risk having others question their relationship and, possibly, their identities. No, be mindful of your actions. The sigh that came out of his lips was slightly shaky.

"Seteth," Rhea responded, looking up from where she stood tying her hair back. Faolan had made such a fuss the last time she had shown even the slightest hint of dishevelment and with the loss of one of her hair ornaments it really made more sense to have the lily in the back.

She walks the last few paces to him, curious. He’s running to her across the hard, black rock of the Oghma Mountains but so soon after the world splintered it is as if she is seeing him in fractals. An infinite amount of Seteths, infinitely running toward some goal. The same goal? She did not know about those other Seteths but Rhea was at least relatively sure that in the now this Seteth and her wants aligned.

“I am unharmed,” she assures him and then frowns, following his gaze. “Hana though... I was unable to protect. That I cannot forgive. Your group also seems to have made it through and for that I am glad.”

She tilts her head at the sudden contact. She supposes it is not odd - she has seen many students and faculty huddled together for warmth or comfort. Looking into his eyes, however, there are questions there she cannot answer. This time it is not even that she does not want to. As she is now, she is simply unable.

“I am taking some of students back to the infirmary and plan to meet Faolan there. Our forces remain spread thin, I am afraid, so if you would like to stay here I would not object.”

[macawbre]

Very Not Amused || Closed

Guilt isn't so much defined in prickled twangs as it is dashed a soft periwinkle between the eyes. He's not a guilty man of any sort, even when chastised for something justified, because between his eyes were a markedly relaxed brow and a clean nose-bridge. His finger nocked to one side, then the next, in a sort of melodic trance at his colleague's lecture—he was left beaming just as bright as he arrived. "Awww, you're so much nicer than Frederick when it comes to wringing my ears off. Is it because I pulled you out of the neck of battle twice, dear Seteth?"

He needn't bold that last part, given that he meant the inquiry with sincerity rather than pettiness. Bearing in mind the propitious situation they were in, Henry pursed his lips in legitimate earnest nature. "I know it was an oopsie on my part, so you don't need to worry." He thinks to the way Seteth's brow is furrowed, wondering why he burdens himself near purple the way he blusters. They did get out alive didn't they? And none of the kids were axed. "But don't you think we would have found out the hard way even if I wasn't the first to throw the stone? There would have been no other way to progress than to come closer to it, right?"

Careful, he says. Careful. Henry's eyes graze over the battered professor and wondered if they would consider themselves fortunate. Well, he was learning. In his mind, a battle begun didn't mean as much as a battle ended. And given his time with the Shepherds, he had been taught to value life as it emerged from the battle— make sure they're alive, okay? A Robin or Maribelle would say. Well. They were alive alright. Guess he had to recalibrate. Luck. Won't. Cut It.

With his thumb pressed against his forehead, Henry intently cross referenced his lessons, old and new. Forget rapports! If Seteth didn’t consider this a win, he must have been considering him... what? A liability, of sorts? Kinda a little sad considering that Seteth’s own alabaster was riddled in violet bruises. Oh well. His companion was not so incensed that he’d suggest something worse than death.

Abandonment.

"So you're not going to leave me behind?" Henry chittered in blighting joy, his own cheer dissonant to the rankling scowl his coworker had worked up. The morose dripping from the roof suddenly played like music to his ears. ( As long as Seteth didn't realize it'd be just as easy to ban Henry back to the elevator... )

"Seriously. I gotta learn healing hexes next time— you're way too nice."

@gricencchos​

[regnumaves]

Issa Yikes || Team Catacombs

@gricencchos @macawbre

Well, that certainly was a thing that happened.

That is the best description Tibarn has for everything that just transpired - including both the chaotic and rather rough battle against the sentry golem, and whatever the hell that was that Faolán pulled off to end it.

He has little doubt that she likely saved their sorry hides, but it does seem as though the experience left her in a rather rough shape. Shaking, she turns to them, only to then look away, as though upset and unsure what to do.

The Hawk sighs, before reverting forms and landing near her - though keeping some distance so as to try and not disturb her personal space too much.

"Hey, are you okay over here?” He isn’t sure if that’s the optimal thing to say right now, but that’s the best idea he quickly came up with, so he sticks with it. “That looked rough, are you hurt?"

Faolán shakily turns to Tibarn. She raises a finger, as though to speak… only to turn away, barely holding back a sob. Her hands wipe at her face under the hood. “I... I don’t understand,” she whimpers. "Why would we be attacked? And the golem said you were... blighted? Have we been forsaken by the goddess? What’s... what’s happening?!"

... Right, he should have figured out that one of the Church would be upset by these things. The laguz winces; this is not an area where he is well capable of understanding or relating to what she’s going through. And above all else, doubt does not help them move forward...

"Look, I'm not gonna claim to know much about all that, because I don't,” he responds, a bit more quietly, shaking his head. “But crying isn't going to help our situation here. We're gonna have to keep going to try to discover more about what's going on, and we're gonna need your help for that, so hang in there, okay?"

It’s kind of rough words for him to speak at a time like this. He knows that. But then again, he has never been the one to avoid saying things others may not want to hear. Luckily, it seems as though she understands that; Faolán sniffles a bit more before lowering her hands. “No... you’re right, you’re absolutely right... This isn’t the time to cry. Besides, I’m an adult, and a cardinal at that... how does it reflect on me, to cry and force the youth to comfort me?" Faolán laughs, more nerves than humor. "I mean, you’re all so much younger..."

Are we now. The Hawk does not comment on that particular bit with anything more than a light chuckle. It looks like Seteth approaches them, limping somewhat; Tibarn frowns lightly as he watches the man walk - you may want to stop that, buddy - but says nothing on this matter as well, merely taking a step back to give him room to join the chat.

[lilyfonded]

His heart clenched the moment he spotted Flayn's name in the ranks for the excursion directed to the Leicester Alliance. Ideally he'd much rather prefer if she didn't participated in the upcoming chaos at all, it was just a nightmare becoming reality- but if there was no option then at the very least he'd prefer if she were to stay in the monastery by his side.

Neither of his pleas were heard. Now, all he could do was to pray endlessly for her safety.

"Flayn." Seteth approached her slowly, concern clear as day in his expression. Deep green brows were knit together, lining his emerald eyes with aprehension and fear. Yes, fear.

Fear that once again he wasn't enough to protect her, and as a result she could die.

With a gentle yet firm hold, he placed his hands on her shoulders. "I shall pray for your safety every moment of the day. Please, please do not make any careless decisions, and back off if you feel like you are in danger. There is no need to pressure yourself into going to places or situations you feel like you cannot put up with. Please-"

Please come back alive. Words that didn't needed to be said out loud.

And with that, he pulls her into a hug. "...you have grown up a lot. I am proud of you." Cethleann.

She knew he wouldn't be pleased-- She'd be lying if she said she didn't harbor any doubts, but there was no changing her mind when it came to this expedition. His expression alone was enough to tell her of his concerns. They were to face unknown enemies, let alone Flayn was assigned to an area of Fodlan she had not been to in quite some time. To be journeying without her father did feel strange, but perhaps this was the chance she had been waiting for. A leap of courage pushed her into this moment.

"I..I will do my very best, brother." She tore her glance away for the briefest of moments, shaking her head to affirm her own resolve. "I know," she said in a softened tone. "I will be careful. Of that I can assure you." She already knew he was strong-- Much stronger than herself. Still, she, too, would hate for anything to happen. She didn't want to think about that. It would only tear down the resolve she'd worked so hard to build.

Flayn's eyes became teary the longer she let those words sink in, wrapping her own arms around him in their hug. She'd remember the encouragement and use it to even further guide the strength she had begun to develop. Truly, it made her feel like her efforts of never-ending learning were becoming worthwhile. "Thank you." She closed her eyes, letting the sound of her sniffling and teardrops fill the otherwise quiet premise for a few minutes.

Looking up at him with green eyes, she added, "Let us promise to meet here again. Next time.. We will celebrate." She let a tiny smile glisten on her face, letting the strength of her own speech carry her forward.

[amitieos]

sweetness and snow; @gricencchos

His head snapped in the direction of her voice, as previously he had been merely staring at the small flames gently dancing around. It still felt a bit strange, seeing someone who wasn’t even from Fódan sharing the hair color of his kind, but she was far from the only case and he could only suppose that outside of Fódlan perhaps it was a far more common occourance.

“Elincia. It is good to see you as well.” Seteth offered a polite nod in greeting. He straightened his back, letting out a soft breath. Moments like these- sitting around a fire in peace, as common as they seemed, always brought a pang of nostalgia to him. His lips curved upwards in a small smile. “That would be lovely, thank you.” Marshmallows...he can’t remember the last time he had one. If he even had the chance to eat one before, that is. But a new treat to the menu was far from unwelcome.

There was a moment of silence before he initiated dialogue once more. “Have you been adapting well to Fódlan? Not too troublesome, I hope?” It was always interesting getting to know foreign students’ first experiences. Unfortunately in life, Seteth hadn’t been able to leave Fódlan- but again, he had very little interest in doing so, unless it would be for the sake of Flayn’s safety.    

 “You may come to me or Lady Rhea if you have any questions or seek any information. We will be glad to be of help.”

“I thank you both for your kindness.Things have been rather interesting,” she begins softly, holding out the freshly toasted marshmallows, “Please do be careful - they’re still hot from the fire.” “The Officer’s Academy, and what I’ve experienced in Fodlan, has been very different to my life in Crimea.” A wistful smile crosses her face, reminiscing upon days spend chasing Geoffrey and Lucia in the villa’s gardens. “It’s far from unpleasant though - just new. I’m adjusting to all the characters here!” Elincia laughs.

“Everyone so far has been very kind though,” she implores, spearing some more marshmallows ready for the fire, “I have nothing to complain about although... Fodlan is so very different to what I’m used to that it makes me a little anxious at times.”

Her soft sigh scatters the ice in the air, the dancing crystals sparkling like diamonds.

“I just don’t want to give my classmates the impression I’m aloof or uninterested in them. I’m sure I’ll adjust fairly quickly but first impressions are often important.”

[verseandrhyme]

@gricencchos | cont

If one were to look at Seteth at the moment, they’d fail to see any signs of stress or nervousness. In reality such feelings were running rampant in his heart, itching at his crested blood impatiently, but the man had it all under control. His deep green hair properly combed and styled, eyes sharp and focused, posture impeccable- the epitome of control and confidence.

A pillar of support, if anyone were to need one. He’d keep up such front until confirmation that whatever threat looming in the distance is completely eliminated and that peace is once more prevalent. It was exhausting, but oh so necessary for everyone’s sake.

It was only now that he seemed to find some ‘free’ time, finished with directing the knights and double checking the excursions that would be conducted in a matter of days. While he and a couple others would remain in the monastery- its catacombs to be more precise, most would be traveling to multiple locations in Fódlan. Seteth needed to ensure their routes are safe and proper.

He had spotted her in the distance long ago- it was hard to not notice a pink mop of hair wandering around. Mitama, one of the Golden Deers. Seteth turned to face her and offered a nod in acknowledgement. “Very well, ask away.”

Ah. A question both expected and slightly surprising in itself. Seteth had been approached by inquiries related to the Goddess by foreign students and faculty alike already, many times. “The Goddess welcomes all under her wings, be it her children of Fódlan or those who come from outside. What she expects from us in the end is respect, not devotion. One does not have to shower her in prayer and offerings to earn her love, as her love is limitless- even to those who are foreign.”

Seteth’s emerald gaze was serene, but with a clear analytical pinch. Trying to piece together Mitama’s intention, anything that might be lying behind her words.

“She will protect you all the same, even if you are devoted to another divine being. If you call upon the divinity from your homeland, the Goddess shall grant you strength and protection regardless, as you are in her home now.” This final bit however, was more of Seteth’s own beliefs rather than the Church’s standard.

“As long as you never point your blade or magic against the Goddess or the Saints, she shall hear your pleas and light your way.” This final addition however, had the hint of a warning.

Some members of the Church were unreasonably harsh, rejecting all faith that rivaled the Church of Seiros. Seteth himself however, didn’t perceive such as threats- one had to learn to live with and tolerate people with different beliefs regardless of their background.

“So, fear not. You have a good soul and heart, so she will be with you.” With that, he offered a small, gentle smile. Perhaps that could offer the pinkette enough spiritual comfort.

His answer is exactly what one would expect from a religious official. Dreadfully boring, meant to entice, and full of promises. It is exactly what Mitama had expected, in all fairness. She had heard her father preach similarly in passing, and her caretakers had recited similar lines in her youth.

Mitama had expected this, but had hoped for something of an interesting substance. Perhaps the blame was with herself on that.

“Oh, I agree. It would be such a shame to have to suspect one’s supposed allies of any sort of misconduct. I assume, of course, as a devout man that you would have some experience with healing.” Mitama sighs wistfully. “Infection is such a messy business that can happen to anyone, anywhere.” And organizations were in no way exempt.

“The most efficient way, of course, is to simply cut the infection off at the source. But that is such a messy affair.” She would be delighted to see just how much this Goddess was accounted for in fate’s plan.

“Such benevolence / is it to her benefit / or another goal?” Mitama smiles remains all the same as she bows her head politely. “Well, I suppose the only way to find out in the end is to see what happens! Should I be turned into a smoking crater, I do hope that you will send suitable condolences back to Hoshido.”

[ravensnruin]

🔥 Nothing better than an innocent chat before a gentle fire in a chilly evening. "Hello Professor Henry, it is good to see you." In his lap, a handful of blades being thoroughly sharpened. "Do not be alarmed, I am merely keeping the training weapons properly sharp. Not too much, and not too little. Would you like to join me?"

🔥 to gather around a fire with my muse [ fleeting snow ] 

“Mister Seteth!” Henry chirps brightly in return as he sits himself down next to the man. There’s something nice about a warm campfire. It reminds him of evenings spent hovering around the Shepherds in ol Chrommy’s army, daydreaming that one day he might count among their number. . . but things don’t always go as planned.

All the same, he smiles. “Good to see you, too.” Feet extended before him, he hums, when Seteth pipes up again. A single brow is quirked. “Alarmed?” Why ever would he be alarmed? Knives are fun, not scary. Rather, he’s jubilant to be invited so.

“Oh, I’d love to, hee hee! Not too much, and not too little~” he echoes in a singsong, reaching over for one of the blades and a spare implement. Now Henry isn’t much for weapons of any kind, but knives... those, he knows his way around a little. Wouldn’t do to waste precious materials for his favourite experiments. He grins. “Wanna race?”