(Welcome! This fic is essentially a bunch of oneshots of different FE characters interacting in FE Heroes. This same fic is on Ao3, it originated there, and will still be updating there. I write some chapters with my own ideas, but I'm completely open to requests, so comment if you'd like to see certain characters or events happen!)
Oboro was used to tailoring and mending all the Order of Heroes' clothes.
She was very skilled at it, being practically raised as a tailor, after all.
She expected a pile of torn, muddied clothes waiting for her, as she approached the castle's basement, the base of most of her operations.
What she did not expect was for another woman to already be mending the clothes in Oboro's usual chair.
The woman had long, floaty red hair, and seemed perfectly at home in Oboro's usual place, humming a tune idly as she sewed up a few shirts.
"Um, who're you?" Oboro asked, stopping herself from adding a few vulgar words to the end of the question.
(She's not sure exactly what she's feeling, but it's making her angry.)
"Oh. Hello, dear. What brings you here?"
"I came here to patch some clothes up for the Order...but I see that's...unnecessary." Her teeth start to bite at her lower lip as her irritation grows.
"Well, it's not unnecessary! A little help wouldn't be dreadful!"
Oboro glares at the other woman.
"Who are you."
"Oh! How rude of me not to introduce myself! I'm Cherche, recently summoned from the World of Awakening. And what's your name, dear?"
Oboro doesn't want to tell her, but the words slip out of her mouth.
"I'm Oboro. From the World of Birthright."
"Lovely to meet you, dear. So, would you consider my offer? I could use some assistance."
"Fine." She swallows back her anger, pulling out needle and thread and practically falling onto the floor at the foot of her usual chair.
"Do you want the chair, dear?" Cherche says, absentmindedly threading another needle.
"No. It's fine." Oboro grimaces.
The anger comes back for a split second, but vanishes as soon as Oboro picks up a piece of clothing from the pile and starts mending it.
The two women sat in the basement for hours upon end, making small talk and mending clothes. At first, Oboro was cold, still trying to hold back her unjustified anger with Cherche, but slowly, the anger vanished, making way for conversations about the styles in their separate worlds, stories about Minerva, (apparently Cherche's wyvern), and a few wistful comments about Prince Takumi.
As the pile of garments dwindled, Oboro felt herself laughing and smiling, looking forward to Cherche's promise to bake her some cookies.
(She started to remind Oboro of a grandmother, with her doting and baking and sewing, although Cherche was still a little young to be a grandparent.)
When the last cloth was mended, Cherche quickly patted Oboro's head, then stood up, announcing that it was, "time to feed Minerva."
She began walking up the stairs to the upper floors, but then she looked back down and called,
"I hope we can sew together again, dear! I greatly enjoyed it!"
"I look forward to it." Oboro called back, and, grinning to herself, she finds that the statement is true.
(Am I the only one who thinks Cherche is kinda grandmother like? No offense to her, or grandmothers.)