Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem.
Bear with me, it's been a while since I played FE4.
I'm No Little Girl!
Sylvia didn't really expect this day to be anything special. Sure, she and Levin fought off a few bandits, but that was all in a day's work. Plus, Sylvia didn't want to be left alone while Levin fought bandits.
She was just a damsel in distress, after all. With a sword. And dancing skills.
But what she wasn't expecting was to join forces with a noble and join a war. Not on her to-do list, that was for sure.
Levin told her it'd be alright, but Sylvia wasn't pleased. A cute girl, such as herself, fighting in a war? Preposterous!
Then she met Sigurd.
"What are you doing out here on the battlefield?" he asked, as he dismounted from his horse. His sword was bloody from just cutting up some Agustrians.
"I'm ready to fight!" Sylvia announced. Sigurd was quite the handsome man, and she the green haired girl didn't want to look like some weakling.
"All…right, why don't you be a good little girl and wait back at Nodion until the battle is over?" Sigurd asked, rather politely.
"Good little gi…" Sylvia repeated, staring blankly. "You ever see a little girl with THESE before!?"
What followed was something many of the nearby soldiers would never forget, especially the males. Sylvia grabbed her chest and practically shoved it into Sigurd's face.
Being the gentleman and noble he was, Sigurd actually fell over in order to escape Sylvia's…hug.
"My name is Sylvia, and I am no little girl," Sylvia declared, her hands on her hips as she bent over and gazed down at Sigurd.
"As you say, ma'am," Sigurd said, feeling the most uncomfortable he ever had in his life.
"Good. Now you owe me a dinner date as an apology," Sylvia said.
"Uh, sure," Sigurd accepted as he jumped on his horse and scarpered. Probably to go see Cuan or Ethlin and figure out what had just happened.
"You have an interesting way of asking someone out on a date," Levin said, walking up behind Sylvia.
"HA! I am a woman, and men don't understand us!" Sylvia giggled. "I'm sure I made an impression on him. Now I need to go off and make sure he doesn't get killed!" The dancer skipped off towards where Sigurd had rode his horse.
"But you didn't even want to be in this army…" Levin trailed off. He shrugged, "Women. Though I'm not sure what kind of impression you made on him."
Author Note: I think anyone who knows him can tell this was written to make COOKIECHEESEMAN laugh. This is his kind of humor XD
And it's his fault for getting me into the no SigurdxDierdre! We should make a cult.
I think someday I'd like to write a serious FE4 fanfic. But for now, I'll settle for Sylvia's shenanigans.