#i said id pop out a starter the first weekend of feb

[amnesiac-pawn]

The Real Treasure is Friendship (Morgan-Sylvain)

Hope you’ve been brushing up on your cartography skills: it’s time to grab your mapping supplies and set out. This is new territory to everyone, so travel with care and hang tight to your map- oh. There it goes, perhaps lost forever… wait! There it is! Oh. Huh. This isn’t your map… but it is a map, albeit a crude one. The most important thing of note on it, aside from the fact it seems to loosely detail your surroundings, is that nice big red X in the corner. 

“I cannot believe you lost our map, Sylvain. Do you know how hard it is to be precise when charting unmarked territory? Do you know how much work I put into that?”

He had already lectured on for a good five minutes straight. It wasn’t exactly Morgan’s idea to put on a cartographer cap and go out exploring a new area, but after his professor basically forced him to do so, he wasn’t about to go alone. Sylvain begrudgingly agreed to join him, and while the first few minutes were awkward and stiff between them, Morgan soon fell into a comfortable state at the flirt’s side. Sylvain was all too similar to Inigo; it was hard not to make the comparison, and even harder to not warm up to him for that very reason.

Had Morgan never known Inigo, he never would have entertained the idea of hanging out with Sylvain for even a second. Every word out of the man’s mouth was filth. (It was kinda funny.)

“I let you hold it for five seconds and whoosh! There it goes! Like a leaf in the wind, lost to nature! Unbelievable.“

With a huff, Morgan stomps a few steps ahead of the lion, hoping that their map somehow got stuck in some brush or a tree. A flicker of yellowed parchment catches his eye; mage whips around to face it, and yells in shock and relief at the sight of a piece of paper caught in the branches of a small sapling.

“There it is! Oh, you are so lucky, Gautier,” he says, making his way to the map and plucking it up, “‘cause if I had lost all that work for good, I—wait.”

This wasn’t his carefully-detailed map or his thin handwriting. Morgan holds the paper up to examine it before turning it towards the lion. “This is not my beautiful map. Look how cruddy this is!”

It was bare-bones at best, but it was at least somewhat accurate to their current location. In the corner, a big red X covers a small expanse of the paper, indicating that something might be hidden there.

“Do you think another student group made this?”

@housegautier