A/N: Several Shorts, some might and might not connect to one another. Also how can one character be so adorable! Kanna just fills my smile as I adore her cuteness! These are just one of the several playthroughs as I shift between Romances and see how different people interact in Fire Emblem. Hopefully you'll enjoy this! Ready away. . . .

Assassin and her Child

Word Count: 375

The moment passed, and the emotions fell flat. Even the kind gesture seemed to hold no meaning and the warm smile began to appear cold. Her hand gripped her chest, the fear rising in her heart, the emptiness and the loneliness creeping close. Her past self, her ugly self, herself, emerging in her head. She physically shook as her occupied arm held fast onto her bundle of joy. She couldn't let her daughter see her own mother cry, her small hands reached out as if attempting to hug her distraught mother but instead grasped tightly to her scarf. Berka simply smiled sadly, her eyes locking onto Kanna's own as she brought her daughter up to hold her close.

Kanna's soft coos were music to her ears, the love radiated from her daughter slowly pushed back her dark thoughts and emotions. Even after Corrin, even after the marriage, the love and the pregnancy, even after all that it all still felt surreal. Of Course there were moments, and God knows how Berka wished time would slow so those moments would last for eternity but as each moment faded into a memory Berka felt the coldness and the loneliness return, slowly entering into her heart and soul.

"Mama," Kanna gurgled out, her cooing ceased as she shifted her head and moved her arms closer. Determined to look and smile at her mother, as if she knew that something was upsetting her and Kanna wanted to see her mother's pretty smile.

Caught slightly off guard Berka blinked in surprise, not expecting her daughter learning to speak so soon. Of course we are in a much different realm than our normal world, time does move faster here Berka mused as she simply melted into her daughter's large eyes. Her hand combed through Kanna's white, with a tint of teal, hair as her own smile in return shared the love and affection any mother and daughter share. If not more so because it was Berka and her Kanna.

"The flowers are in bloom Kanna," She told her daughter, shifting her so she could look at the field of flowers in front of them. Kanna giggled and cooed at the sight, sharing a beautiful smile with her.

"Ma'ma,"

Yes, I'm Ma'ma.