Tessera

"Two Byleths? Unless they both happen to be twins...with the same /name/. ...Hm, strange. What's next? Two of /me/?" She scoffed.

("Heh. Note to self: It seems Chrom has a proclivity for finding strangers sleeping out in meadows.") Robin mused to herself with a chuckle.

(“‘Regna Ferox?’ I’m afraid that name doesn’t ring any bells. From what I’ve been told, they don’t take kindly to outsiders there. If we’re to requisition troops on behalf of Emmeryn, I hope our parley with the Khan doesn’t go awry…”) The tactician thought to herself, concerned >

(“It’s best not to dwell on the past, anyway. There are more pressing matters at hand that need attending to. I’ll have to confer with Chrom about the next march…”)

("My memories... My youth.. No matter how many times I try, I can never recall anything from it. Everything's so cloudy,") she thought, frustrated. The tactician's eyes wander to the six-eyed brand on her hand, and her brows furrow in discontent. ("...And how did /this/ even get there?") >

“We're not pawns of some scripted fate. I believe we're more. Much more... There's something between us all. Something that keeps us together... Like...invisible ties, connecting us.” ♙ MDNI, SFW only ♙ Concurrent/Post-Awakening ♙ OC friendly ♙ #FERP, #FEHRP, #MVRP, #OCRP

“It’s been quiet here. /Too/ quiet, at that. Either all is well…or something’s amiss.” (“And sometimes, I can never be too sure.”)

𝓐𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪 - 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓞𝓷𝓮@plegianaversa.bsky.social · 2y ago

“Just…checking in,” she said with apprehensiveness in her tone. “I /do/ hope you’re not running around causing Chrom trouble. I could’ve sworn you just left his tent.”

❝Oh, it’s you. Tsk. What do you want?❞

“Oh? Wintertide is nearly upon us…”

(“Like father, like daughter…”)

(“Right. Inventory. After a quick breakfast, I’ll make my rounds and see how the others are doing.”)

The tactician was taken aback by Severa’s request. (“She…has a point. I /have/ been putting too much pressure on myself as of late. It’s not fair to the others if I wore myself thin. Rather… I put everyone at risk. /Especially/ myself…”) “Er, yes… Perhaps…it is getting a bit late for me.” >

“We've got a long way to go. O—bviously. Even if we came here to try and avoid our turd-like future, you guys shouldn't act satisfied with that alone.” (Because it isn't. It /isn't/ enough). “Robin? If you trust us, and if you really appreciate our help, go rest. Now.”

“Sorry. I probably shouldn’t even /attempt/ to imagine what it’s like in your future,” Robin said, wincing. A pang of guilt shoots through the tactician, knowing full well /why/ Severa’s own timeline fell to demise. “But…that’s why you’re here, right? To try and prevent /this/ >

the contempt is damped by a sharp gasp. One Severa wished immediately she would've swallowed up. “D…don't you dare read my feelings! …Not like it's hard to guess, I suppose. Yeah, well. I don't like to be used to this, myself.”

“Right. No time to waste today. There’s much to do…”

“Quite the opposite,” she retorted. “I place /great/ trust in all the Shepherds. Otherwise, I’d let the Risen have their way. The bonds I’ve created with everyone… They mean the world to me—therefore, their safety is my priority.” Robin was unperturbed by her grumbles, paying them no mind. >

“Yes, yes. Oh, why shouldn't you? …Other than rightfully squeezing the quota's worth out of some of the slugs over here! Our army is plagued with all sorts of people since Chrom is all welcoming. Get one of those dullards to do it?” — the typical response. Followed by a sour numble, as prudent as -

(“Mmm… I hope they’re serving bear meat in the galley for dinner…”) Robin daydreamed. If one hadn’t looked closer, it was as if she was drooling over the very thought.

“Hm? Oh, Severa,” the tactician said, surprised that she was still awake at this ungodly hour. “What are you doing up here so late?” At this point, it was within Robin’s limits to simply ignore the other’s snarky remarks. There was no use in getting upset over trivial things—not when >

“You never rest, do you?” That snark was hard to miss. Unlike some congratulating, sweet melody - Severa's voice rang dry and unamused, a little harsh even. The Great Robin at it yet AGAIN. “I'm not sure by which I'm more surprised.”

“So far, so good,” she muttered, surveying the horizon. “You never know when the enemy can strike…” Robin had volunteered (again) to stand watch. While it’s far from being a preferred activity to partake in, it certainly kept her mind at ease.