The Arms of Ylisse

by TamariMizu

Lady Mimika Paraglaive lives in exile in the Sunstone keep right on the Ylissian-Plegian border. Her only consolation is the company of her faithful retainers. How will her life be upended when a terrible war engulfs her world? (Favorite pairings and suggested/submitted Support Conversations are welcome.) *Support Conversations updated: 7/1/19*

1. Support Conversations

Hi Everyone,

Thanks for everyone who submitted OCs. I will only accept new characters on a case by case basis for the time being.

If you have suggested pairings or Support Conversations; of both canonical and OC characters, let me know.

Thanks for your support,

TM

(1) Support Conversation-Mimika and Bhavin

Rank C

Mimika entered the ruins of an old temple of the gods, overgrown with vegetation. She saw the handsome tan-skinned priest Bhavin keeling at the shattered altar with a tiny wood icon of the Divine Dragon, Naga; his long straight black hair hanging nearly to his waist. She patiently leaned against a nearby wall until he was finished with his prayers.

Bhavain by this point had a sixth sense about when his liege was nearby. After giving apologies to Naga for cutting his prayers short on behalf of the Arrowhead Scouts, he turned to face his Lady with a smile. "I can send the gods prayers on your behalf too, milady."

Mimi, shrugged as she was indifferent to the idea. It is not that she didn't believe in the gods, Naga especially; but before her rescue by the mysterious Kasrin she had no faith that the divines truly cared. Up until her fourth birthday, she had happily prayed for the welfare of her parents and her friends every night. Everything changed that horrible morning where her perception of the world was forever fractured. After seeing the bodies of her slain parents covered in sheets as a young child, she had stopped praying altogether. She shook her head to dispel the grim memory, "Go ahead if you like, Vanny." She attempted an encouraging smile, but it fell flat.

The priest gave a sympathetic pat on his Lady's shoulder, "They are with the divine now, Mimi."

She snapped curtly, "How can you know that? Does Naga ever talk back to you?" Her indignation quickly turned to shame as she realized she had lashed out at her dear friend. Her blue eyes looked downcast, "I k-know you lost you family too…I-I'm so s-sorry-"

"No need to apologize, Mimi." Bhavin smiled broadly looking at his friend with warm brown eyes, "The gods are good, and I must follow their noble example." He inwardly hoped that one day she would let herself off the hook. His gracious but gloomy Mistress was so much prettier when she smiled he thought privately.

Mimika walked over to the altar and placed her gloved hand on it pensively. "I still remember when I was eight seeing a scrawny dust-covered little stringbean of a boy sitting in my grand hall, eating my keep's bread like it was his last meal."

Vanny broke into a slightly flushed chuckle, "Ah, I never seem to live that down, Mimi." He vividly remembered that day as a beggar in the Sunstone Keep. His host had been a short, skinny awkward little girl, wearing the Paraglaive vestments that were three sizes to big for her. She had messy short raven hair, and large, perpetually morose blue eyes. He was far too young at the time to know about romantic love, yet he knew that he wanted nothing more than to serve her for the rest of his days; as she had given him a place in her house as a servant. He knew that was a debt to his steadfast friend that he could never repay. Regardless of whether his love for her had changed into anything more than fierce devotion, he felt best to let it be. She was far above his station, and he knew his kind lady was destined to marry another with blue blood like hers.

"I k-know my parents were dastards that were in on a plot to have Exalt Emmeryn assassinated after she called off the war against Plegia, Vanny. I know that...yet I can't hate them." Her hand trembled until her ally gently patted it with calm reassurance. His hand feels so warm, Mimi thought privately. He will make a fine catch someday for some lucky maiden.

"Peace Milady. Love is never simple is it?" He gave one last squeeze then knelt again in front of the Naga figurine that had been the first gift his Lady had ever bestowed upon him. "I will go pray for their souls right now. I am certain the divine gods will forgive them of their human failings, even if mortals cannot."

Mimi nodded with eyes misting up with tears, "Vanny. I'll…join you today." She sat down next to him and pleaded to Naga to help redeem her pasrent's wickedness and give her strength to protect her new family and friends.

Bhavin's heart was nearly full to bursting, as he was elated beyond belief, "O, holy Naga, hear the prayers of two of your humble children…"

(2) Support Conversation -Mimika and Iniabi

Rank C

Mimika, dressed in her navy blue tunic adorned with the serpent insignia wrapped around a polerarm, matching pants, dark brown boots, and black cloak stood in a forest clearing with the wind causing her dark hair and cape to gently rustle in the breeze. With assured motion, she opened her blue eyes and activated her Wind tome which sent devastating microbursts of air at the targets, scattering the practice dummies everywhere. She exhaled softly and smiled ever so slightly.

A faint sound behind her got her attention, "You show respectable skill, milady." A young man with a pleasant pale face and slightly curly black hair glanced at Mimi with appreciation for her technique, with interest in his green eyes. He was dressed in baggy black pants tucked into mid-calf brown boots and a tan tunic. A well worn but lovingly maintained jet black hooded cloak was draped over his shoulders. He thought to himself, So this is what Mimika Paraglaive of the Arrowhead Scouts looked like. She was a lot prettier and sadder than I remember hearing about from grandmother.

Mimi blinked as she realized the young man was eyeing her with interest, and started to color in her cheeks, "S-so, how can I help you today?"

He broke into his customary smile that indicated polite friendliness without a willingness to commit to a deep emotional bond. After all, his genuine smile was only for his family, and his radiant lovestruck expression was reserved for a lady who was yet to be conceived. Ah the bitter irony of his position. He spoke in a personable tone, "I'd like to thank you for taking me on as an Arrowhead Scout, milady."

She looked a bit exasperated, "By basically blackmailing me, if you recall. You wouldn't take no for an answer" There is something a bit off about him, Mimi thought. She felt that there was an invisible barrier about a foot all around him that could not be pierced by the sharpest blade. "I'm curious, why did you join us? We are heading directly into mortal danger."

He calmly powered up his thunder tome, and blasted apart half a dozen training dummies into smoldering kindling with a piercing jagged white hot bolt of electricity. "Because we need each other, milady. You need my magic, and I need your assistance in a personal matter."

Mimi blinked, "What matter, if I may ask?"

"The gods brought us together Lady Mimika. I am a fierce believer in prophesy and destiny. I was granted a vision by Naga herself. I know for a fact that my future beloved is in Ylisse, and I would be eternally in your debt if you could help me to find her, when the time is at hand."

Oh great, another rambling madman, she lamented. As if she didn't have enough oddballs to deal with already. Still she gamely smiled and realized his request was loopy but oddly sweet as well. If she could help, she would. She inquired sincerely, "Who is she? Maybe I can use my connections with Prince Chrom to aid the search."

Iniabi closed his tome with a satisfying snap, and gave that firm smile that indicated the conversation was over. It isn't time yet. Not yet. "When the time is at hand, milady." He bowed and walked back into the woods leaving a thoroughly baffled Mimi in his wake.

Rank B

"Mimika," a voice called out to the Noblewoman who was seated on a rock in a bucolic clearing reading a tone about Exalt Luca's bloody and merciless tactics during the Thirteen Years War to obliterate the Grimleal and their adherents. Iniabi jogged over to Mimi and looked at her with a concerned look. "May I speak, milady?"

Mimi sighed and gently closed the book. It was a relief to get away from the numbing tales of massacres, a 'scorched earth' dogma, and endless reprisals. It was quite a depressing read anyway. "Have a seat. Of course you may speak your mind." She attempted a comforting smile, "Is this about Chrom and Robin?"

The mage scratched at his unruly hair and nodded, although he hated himself for keeping the whole truth concealed from his leader that the Prince and his loyal Tactician were actually his grandparents, and that their future son Morgan was his actual father. Even worse he knew very well who "Marth" was but he couldn't disclose their relationship to Mimika either. Way too much was riding on his precise machinations to unveil without a hitch to spoil the timeline. "I just want to know something, milady."

She gave a warm half smile, "Of course, my friend."

Iniabi blinked in shock and felt a warm feeling in his chest that he hadn't felt in forever. His Lady's kindness reminded him so much of his boisterous and heroic Pegasus Knight. "You'd consider me a friend…after everything I did? After I deceived you?"

Mimi tilted her head in puzzlement, "Hmm…I did say friend, didn't I?" She hugged her knees, "Yeah, it just came out. I guess you are my friend now. I see so much of myself in you, I guess."

"That…is most unexpected. I would expect you to heap scorn on my head, as I am selfishly putting finding my Cynthia above all other considerations."

Finally Mimi's smile bloomed, "Yet you shed blood for my cause, a Noble with perpetually tainted blood. I can never atone for the sins of my parents, yet try I must. I just see myself on an endless journey to redeem myself; as someone who never quite fits in anywhere." She looked over to her ally, "Sound familiar?"

The pale-faced mage nodded in recognition as he wiped away a stray tear, "You really are a better Mistress than I deserve. Thank you so much." He sighed, "It is such a relief that someone knows me for who I am, and is still willing to support me."

Mimi looked up at the scattered clouds, "You support me too. I was a hermit, locked up in my keep, doing no one any good. You and many others let me know there is far more at stake than my insignificant matter of overturning my exile. We have a future to save, and you're my ace up my sleeve."

The raven-haired mage was truly humbled, "I regret that all I can say is thanks, milady."

"You are more than welcome, Iniabi. Keep me up to date on your search, okay? It is important to me that we reunite the two of you." She opened her book and gave him a slightly stern look, "As fellow partners in crime so to speak, its Mimi, now."

He stood up and bowed, "Yes, mil-I mean M-Mimika."

"You can use my nickname, you know," The blue-eyed Noblelady sighed and returned to her reading, "That will do, I guess. See you around."

"Thanks…Mimika." He turned and as he walked over to the training range, he couldn't quite believe his luck that he found a sympathetic ally with actual clout. Maybe, just maybe he could hold his precious Cindy in his arms at long last. He would give up anything to get that chance!

(3) Support Conversation-Xolette and Bhavin

Rank C

Xollette knelt in a grassy field overlooking a nearby village watching a windmill in the near distance spin its sails briskly in a clockwise direction. The vista that any normal person would find inspiring and picturesque, she simply found depressing. So much frantic motion, and yet it never gets anywhere she thought to herself. She was dressed in a light grey tunic embroidered with black flowers, dark pants and boots, and black gloves. Her unkempt shoulder-length silver hair billowed in the mild breeze. Scattered by her knees was a pile of brown and withered flowers.

"A copper coin, for your thoughts, Miss Xolette."

Her amber eyes looked up in surprise at the young tan skinned man standing behind her with a friendly smile. His long black hair and ivory robes trimmed with violet cuffs and collar billowed in the wind, but he didn't look particularly fazed. His warm dark eyes made her feel uneasy as ever since she had escaped the Grimleal, as she had sworn not to trust a soul. However something intangible about this priest gave her the faint yearning to let her guard down, if even a little. She hesitated, "Umm…n-nothing in particular Master Bhavin. I was just thinking."

His smile widened as he leaned on his oaken healing staff with a green gemstone affixed to the top, "Just Bhavin, or even Vanny will do. I'm not much for formalities." He gave a slight bow, "If I'm bothering you, I'll leave you be. I usually meditate alone as well." He frowned inwardly as he thought, such a sad maiden. Maybe she did need a friendly ear, considering that he scarce imagine that the insane devotees of Grima did to torture her.

She shook her head with a bittersweet smile, "I can't imagine you ever being a burden. Join me, if you like."

"Hungry?" The young man calmly took a seat and offered her a small bundle of leaves wrapped around a ball of curry rice with diced vegetables. The least I can do is hear her out, he thought with concern in his heart.

"Oh! I've never seen food like this before." She removed her magically infused cloth gloves, took a dainty bite out of the rice ball and was surprised how flavorful the yellow rice was. He is such a kind man, she realized with a pang. No wonder he is Lady Mimika's right hand retainer. "It's very good, Bhavin. Thank you."

He sat crossed legged and gave a slight nod, and did not press the conversation, although the pile of dead flowers at their feet puzzled him considering that the vegetation all around them was thriving.

She caught his gaze and looked back with a guilty expression. "I killed them with my touch if you were curious. My powers can only siphon away life; not restore it."

"I see." He gave her a charitable smile, "Yet your actions in the tavern undoubtedly saved the lives of Lady Mimi, and many others. We were not given a choice; it was the brigands or us."

Despite the day being balmy and bright, her expression clouded over as if she was caught in a miserable icy cold downpour. Stop trying to paint my actions as noble, she silently pleaded. All I can do is kill. I'm a creature of darkness and death, touched by the taint of the fell dragon himself. She stammered, "L-look, I a-appreciate what you're trying to do, but it is better if you don't get too close to me."

Vanny contemplated her words thoughtfully and then shook his head with a slight smile upon his lips, "With all due respect Miss Xolette, that is not your decision to make. You may choose to push me away. I will respect your decision even if I do not agree with it. However, it is for me to decide if I wish to extend a hand in friendship. That is my choice alone." He basked in the warm sunlight, hoping that he could reach this poor soul and ease her burdens, if only a little.

Xolette wiped at her eyes, and sniffled. Only Lady Mimika and the kind tavern owner of 'The Lady's Favor' had been this nice to her since her escape from captivity. Her heart was swelling with equal amounts of yearning and pain, and she need to run away from those feelings; at least for now. "Th…thanks for your concern, and the m-meal. I will consider your offer. Now if you will excuse me." She stood up, and unthinkingly took his wrist to boost herself up; forgetting entirely that she still had her gloves off.

Bhavain was instantly transported over to a burning mesa littered with countless charred corpses, and bathed in a blood red sky. Overhead an impossibly large brown and grey dragon's head malevolently scanned the ruined horizon as the tainted god gleefully watched the world burn. His six lifeless glowing crimson eyes fixated on the ant underneath and he blew the priest over the cliff's edge with his mighty breath weapon. Vanny plummeted down the sheer rock face screaming as the jagged rocks raced up to meet him! He then snapped out of his trance and screamed incoherently, before collapsing into Xolette's side with a trickle of blood coming out of his nose.

She screamed in shock herself as she had shared the vision that she saw endlessly replayed in her mind every time she slumbered. What had she done? "Bhavin," she sobbed as she tended to his side.

He faintly stirred, pale with shock. Despite the utter horror of what he had witnessed, he reached up and gently squeezed her shoulder, and managed a weak smile, "Its o-okay Xolette. N-none…of this…is your fault." He then fell limply into the flower patch.

She sobbed uncontrollably over his unconscious body, before racing off the get help. She would never, ever forgive herself!

(4) Support Conversation-Mimika and Siffra

Rank C

In her matte black cavalier amour suit with amber accents, Siffra readied her blade. Her blond hair was tightly tied back to keep it out of her face and her green eyes were fixated on her opponent, "Ready when you are!"

Mimi kept a serious expression, not that that was difficult. She had long raven hair with simple braids mixed in, pale skin and utterly serious blue eyes. She was dressed in her navy blue shirt and pants, dark boots, and black cloak held in place with an enameled clasp adorned with her family crest. Her gloved grip tightened on her practice sword, "Ready!"

The two women sparred fiercely, yet within five strikes, Mimi's blade was broken in two and she had a blade to her throat. Siffra broke into loud giggles, "I win! Four to two now."

Mimi sighed with a slight smile, "I know. You always were more passionate about training that I ever was." She tossed her splintered blade away and waved her friend over to a stone outcropping sized perfectly sized to sit on, "I yield…again."

The Cavalier hummed to herself with an amused, tuneless melody. She loved even mock victories, but she felt truly honored to fight her liege and show her how strong she truly was. She would prove over and over that she would never forget her oath she had made to her Lady when they were both seven.

Mimi handed over some fresh bread and dried jerky, "You're getting stronger every day, Siff."

She puffed up with pride, "Of course, Mimi! I have to train extra hard just to stay ahead of you. I know you train relentlessly too."

Mimika looked up at the blue sky scattered with puffy clouds and felt a tinge of melancholy, "Thanks for being my knight for so long. When you find that special someone to love, I will not hold it against you if you leave my service. You have done plenty for me."

Siffra stood up in shock, "M-milday! Don't ever say that! She still vividly remembered the day she had entered her Lady's service, and would never willingly relinquish that honor!

Mimi's eyes widened with surprise. She also remembered that day as a young child when that brassy, blond stableboy with fierce emerald eyes stopped her in the barns, got on his knee and begged to serve her as her honored knight. She had already known from her guardian Matillia that Siffra had been orphaned as a toddler and brought to the Sunstone Keep by the Pegasus Knights. She had noticed how hard he worked to earn his keep, but she was stunned when out of the blue that gangly child had pledged his heart and soul to defend her honor. She had awkwardly stammered out her thanks, and invited the lad to dinner as recompense. And after that…

Siffra huffed slightly and sat down again. She tore a chunk of bread off with her teeth and noted her Mistress' flustered expression, "Hey, why the sudden bashfulness, Mimi?"

"Er..well," Mimika sighed in shame. She had been too humiliated by her idiotic assumption that Siff was a boy based on the child's brash mannerisms, once they took an after supper soak in the thermal waters in the bathhouse outbuilding, she had flabbergasted that her brash knight was actually a girl! "I've never told you this before, but…you know…you were such a tomboy when we first properly spoke. I um…actually thought you were a boy."

"Horse plop! You didn't realize? Seriously?" Siffra started to laugh uncontrollably.

Mimika glared in mild annoyance at her dear friend. "Ha ha ha. Very funny." She looked up at the sky again, and then stifled a chuckle herself, "Hmmm…it's not funny, but perhaps it is mildly diverting."

Siff was still giggling with tears in her eyes, "Ah, its such a riot! I love your pouty face when you're cross at me, milady."

"I'm sure you do," Mimi noted dryly. "You know, I will always think you of as my faithful knight; one that has been a better family to me than my own flesh and blood."

It was Siffra's turn to flush in her cheeks, "M-mimi! Of course! I will always be your friend." Without a thought she let the cat out of the bag, "Both Vanny and I adore you!" Pegasus dung! She realized with a jolt that she wasn't supposed to say that out loud. She knew it was wrong to have feelings for her liege, but at least Vanny's crush on Mimi wouldn't raise any eyebrows. It was stupid and childish to ever hope that she might like her in return.

Mimi gave a small nod and a sweet smile as she hugged her oldest friend, "You both mean the world to me! I wouldn't trade you for the world!" She sobbed softly.

Siffra cried too partly from her friend's faith in her; partly with a mix of relief and pain that Mimi still had no idea whatsoever what her retainers actually felt for her. She had no choice but to gather up her sadly trampled dreams, dust herself off as she had done so many times before and get back on the saddle. That is what a loyal knight did, after all.

(5) Support Conversation-Revellia and Siffra

Rank C

[Submitted by Aron The Aron]

The green-haired Revellia, in her a modest sky-blue dress with a leather belt, thigh-length boots and lightweight steel armor that covered her chest, shoulders, upper arms and hands stood nervously as she hefted her bladed polearm and jammed into the wood and straw test dummy with a wavering cry. Her hazel eyes widened as she tugged on the haft of the spear and grimaced as it was still stuck in the dummy. She grunted and gave a sharp tug as the steel head popped off the shaft and she very nearly toppled backwards onto her rump. Why did it always end up like this? She uttered a mild oath and threw the staff to the ground, "Fiddlesticks!"

"Need a hand, Revellia?"

The Pegasus knight looked up in surprise as an attractive blond girl in head to toe black Cavalier armor over a dark grey tunic sauntered over. A few parts of the armor were decorated with amber hued accents and the Scout's arrowhead logo was painted on her pauldrons. Her long flaxen hair was pulled back into a sensible ponytail, and her green eyes eyed her new comrade with more than a touch of concern. Revellia couldn't maintain eye contact for long, and bashfully spoke softly, "U-uh…hi Siffra." She could see that Lady Mimika's trusted retainer was quite easy on the eyes. "I'm just so…ugh. I'm so terrible with a lance. I really shouldn't even be a Pegasus Knight."

As she pulled out the bent speartip from the wooden dummy, Siffra was well aware of her new ally's shy glances in her direction, but she quickly decided that she didn't want to scare the poor girl off. "Well, I'm not the one to judge. Chief Knight Philia obviously saw substantial talent in you, as she only would let the most qualified candidates in her esteemed ranks."

Revellia really didn't want to brag, but lying was not in her vocabulary. She sighed as she felt embarrassed by the undeserved praise. "She did value my efforts. I have superior eyesight, and can spot the foe as a scout better than nearly any of my sisters in arms. If I had better reflexes, I might have taken up the bow like my sister. I'm also one of the speediest riders and I can relay messages and coordinate tactical maneuvers. I also serve as the squad healer." Several of her fellow knights had pointedly suggested she was far better to reclass as a cleric and serve the Exalt exclusively as a healer; although thinking of that outcome made her stomach knot up tightly.

Siff grinned as she handed over the damaged blade as she couldn't resist lightly teasing this sweet roll of a girl, "Raquelle says you're the mother hen of the knights. Always fussing over your comrades' slightest injuries and giving your friends a morale boost."

The poor girl turned beet red, "Oh my! S-siffra….stop it please." She fidgeted as she put the blade and pole on the weapons rack to fix later. That cute and cheeky maiden wasn't really flirting with her! Calm down she sternly commanded to herself.

Siff laughed as she lightly flushed a bit herself, "Heh, sorry 'bout that! I can be a pain in the rump I know. Sorry for giving you a hard time."

Still pink in the cheeks, Revy turned back and gave a slight bow, "No need to apologize, Miss Siffra. I know you don't have any ill intent." She felt unhappy with herself that she was probably coming off as too prissy.

Siff gave herself a short pep talk, okay you can do this. Just be friendly and dial back the banter. You don't want your Lady to give you the lecture again. The friendly Cavalier extended a friendly palm, "Let's start over. Friends?"

The Pegasus Knight hesitated but then firmly clasped Siffra's hands with both of hers, "Of course! I'm honored to fight with you! You can call me Revy if you like."

"Siff." She smiled again as she felt she had just dodged an arrow. She realized that Revy was a sweet and sensitive girl, and the last thing she need is to get on her bad side. "How about we help each other? I can give you pointers on your spear technique, and you can help me increase my riding dexterity and medical prowess. How does that sound?"

"W-wonderful! Thanks so much, Siff!" Without realizing what she was doing, she gave the mounted knight an ecstatic embrace.

Siff giggled and hugged her new friend tightly back, "Welcome to the Arrowhead Scouts, Revy."

The Pegasus Knight quickly pulled away and bowed hastily, but earnestly, "I'm happy to be of service. I look forwards to training with you." Just don't mess things up again, she chided herself.

Rank B

The wooden javelin felt heavy in Revellia's hand as she winded her arm back for a throw. Her eyes focused on the straw dummy that stood an odd thirty paces away, and with all of her might with a grunt, she threw her javelin with the grace of a child tossing stones. To her pleasant surprise, the javelin finally found its mark and struck the dummy right in the head; her joy was short-lived however, as the javelin sagged downwards, pulled out of the soft straw and fell to the ground in a noisy clatter. That was the first time she had ever hit the dummy so far, and her mood had only sunken more with her most recent disappointment. She had failed again, and in front of her kind mentor as well.

Siffra kept her smile up as she knew any hint of disappointment would set poor Revellia back weeks of hard won effort. She piped up cheerfully, "Aw, cheer up Revy! You hit the target, and that's what matters!" The blond Cavalier squeezed her good friend's shoulder reassuringly.

The green-haired Pegasus Knight felt Siffra's touch as she joylessly sighed. "B-but... I really am hopeless with a lance; I can't even hit a straw dummy right," she mumbled out sadly, her shoulders slumped in defeat as she gazed out at the barely defaced target.

The two had taken to the practice field with the intention of improving Revellia's lancework, and in the hour that had elapsed: three practice lances, two javelins, and not a single straw dummy had been broken, and Revellia...well, let's just say her improvements were marginal at best, the glum Knight realized.

"Siffra, maybe we should just quit this special training. I'm no good as a student…and I don't want to waste your precious time on a hopeless case anymore."

Now that was uncalled for, Siff noted with irritation as the sweetheart of a girl denigrated herself yet again. She pulled the teary-eyed maiden into an affectionate half hug, "Now, now, don't be like that, it's not like fighting's the only thing that the Arrowheads do y'know." Siffra walked down and picked up the javelin, returning it to its rightful place on the weapon rack. She stared ahead at the sunlit fields with her back to Revellia, and spoke with more hesitation, "I-I admire you, Revy."

The Pegasus knight's eyes opened wide in equal parts shock and gratitude, "M-me? Why me of all people, Siffra? I can't do anything right."

"Siff. My friends like you have earned the right to use my nickname." She turned back around with slightly flushed cheeks. "Listen up. For one thing thanks to you I now know how to boil an egg."

Revellia tried to stay gloomy but her dear friend's sly smile made her chuckle slightly, "Oh come now, Siffr…Siff. Your cooking has gotten much better. You can cook much more than hard boiled eggs now."

"Sure," the green eyed girl replied with a wider smirk, as she ticked off his 'dishes' with her fingers, "I can cooked burnt pasta, burnt bear, burnt chicken and rice, burnt chicken soup…"

"Stop that," Revy giggled. "Just give it time. You try you best every day to master a skill that is completely foreign to you. You're already a skilled rider, a superb lanceman, and a disciplined warrior who I look up to as a paragon of a true hero."

Siff laughed as well, "Right back at'cha! You're our best aerial scout; you help heal with your stave so Bhavin isn't overworked, you nurse anyone who is sick in body or mind, and you're always cooking supper for the whole camp every night. You're more than worth your weight in gold!" Siff knew that her words were working, since Revellia's black mood had lifted up, if even by a few degrees.

She bashfully shifted on her feet at the undeserved praise. After all she was doing was her normal, uneventful job; but her contributions did not translate to martial prowess. Naga forgive me, she mused to herself. Siffra was so awesome and sweet behind that sarcastic and witty surface, the poor maiden's heart was beginning to slip down the slope towards the inevitable pit of heartbreak. She had started to have fantasies of Siffra being her loving and dependable partner, with Revy as the doting wife. Stop that, she fumed at herself. She doesn't like you that way, and never will.

"You even mend our clothes when we tear them," Siff chimed in grinning as she removed her cuirass and pointed at the grey tunic that she was wearing underneath. "I think someday a very fortunate lady will thank Naga's blessings every day for having such a devoted partner like you, Revy."

Several days earlier, the Cavalier had come back from Scouting run and was in the middle of taking off her armor when her grey tunic got caught on a arm guard. She ended up tearing a large hole in said tunic, and it was already dark out, so she folded it up and left it with the equipment that was to be discarded later before retiring for the night...only to mysteriously find it neatly folded in her tent the following morning, sewn back together with a mother's brand of love and care. She went to Ronna to thank her since she figured the maid was responsible, so she was genuinely befuddled when her friend denied doing anything.

Revellia suddenly turned beet-red as her far off thoughts returned to the here and now, sputtering and stammering out gibberish before words finally took form in her throat. "H-h-how did you know that?! I only do that when everyone else is asleep!"

Siffra's grin widened, "Because you just spilled the beans! Thanks for fixing my tunic for me~" She realized that her interest in the earnest Pegasus knight was skittering over the grey zone between friendship and romantic yearnings. She knew both her Lady and Raq would chew her out over the flirting, but her need to express her feelings disguised as banter was becoming more insistent every day.

Revellia, upon realizing she had been had, trembled as her blush grew brighter. As always the flirtatious compliments were making her heart thud out of control. Her cheeks puffed out in a cute pout as she simultaneously swooned and berated herself for always taking the bait. She pointed at Siffra and attempted to say something with an annoyed glare. Alas, her voice failed to shape words, and after a minute of incoherence, Revellia turned heel and ran off in embarrassment.

"Revy, wait!" Siffra could only sigh with as she leaned on the weapons rack as she saw her green hair disappear around a was in for it now.

(6) Support Conversation-Raquelle and Siffra

Rank C

As she cursed the rain under her breath, Raquelle retied her frizzing green ponytail as she watched her sister mount her Pegasus Serendipity to go on patrol. Raq had a charming face, and kind if impish brown eyes. She was wearing navy trousers tucked into a pair of knee-length boots, a light tunic with some leather protection, steel plating on one arm and brown leather gloves. A grey cloak warded off the worst effects of the drizzle. She was honestly worried about her sister every time she waded into the fray due to her subpar lance skills. She forced a cheerful wave, "Stay safe, sis!"

Her Pegasus Knight sister happily waved back, "Don't worry Raq! Siffra has been giving me combat lessons. I'll be fine…honest!"

"Just be careful!"

"Sure, let's go boy!" Revy urged her mount to trot forward and effortlessly sail into the grey skies.

"Hmm. Siff, huh? I think I'll pay her a visit." The archer headed back to the encampment where she soon spied her quarry.

A blond-haired female Cavalier was busy sitting under a tent flap, attired in her grey tunic, pants, and riding boots. Her black suit of armor accented in amber was in pieces as she was meticulously cleaning each part with care. She heard footfalls and smiled up at her ally with warm green eyes, "Heya Raq. Something up?" Siffra blinked as she saw her new companion looked a little tense.

The archer sat next to Lady Mimi's trusted retainer and stretched out, relieved to be out of the rain. "Yeah…there is." She debated how best to go about this. She didn't want to offend her new friend after all. "Raq told me about your training regimen."

Siff chuckled, "Oh, just that then. Poor thing barely can point the sharp end in the right direction. I just gave her a few pointers. She's teaching me pointers about first aid, mending my clothes, and cooking in exchange; as I frankly suck at domestic skills." Plus I get to hang around a cute girl, she added inwardly; not that she would admit that out loud.

The lady archer tittered softly, "Be careful or she'll start to fret over you like a mother hen over her chick."

"Yeah, I was already informed today to not stay out in the rain too long or I'd catch a cold," Siff replied dryly. "I know Revy means well, but you can let her know I'm not six anymore."

"She always means well." Raquelle broke into louder giggles, "Ah, my sister. She'll do that to anyone, and I mean anyone." As she spoke, she was carefully gauging the Cavalier's reactions to discussing her sister. Growing up, Revellia tended to be socially awkward, and it was still painful for Raq to consider that during their adolescence that not a single female villager considered her adorable and all-loving sibling a match. Raquelle had at least possessed the option to turn aside a few offers from the local boys, but through no fault of her own Revellia was romantically snubbed. She trod carefully, "Why the sudden interest in cooking and sewing? Are you helping my sister for purely platonic reasons or you looking for a little more?"

Siff shook her head in mild exasperation and sighed. So that's what this was about she realized; as she was expecting the tongue lashing anyway. "Look, I know you're steamed. I'm really sorry that I was overdoing the compliments towards your sister. It was just playful banter, and I didn't means to fluster her! I don't discriminate on cuteness. I just have a weakness for overly straight laced and sweet boys and girls."

Raquelle noted the overly sensitive reaction and gave a stern nod, "Revy has a delicate heart. She is not like us with the quick wit, or playful sarcasm. Please don't toy with her."

Siffra blurted out, "I'm not playing games! I think she's absolutely adorable, you know."

"Good," Raquelle chuckled. "Very well then. If you like her sincerely, I'll help you."

Siffra groused, "But you're not listening…what?" Had she heard that correctly? This wasn't the turn that she had expected.

"Revellia has a pure soul, and she doesn't just want to be everyone's mom; she also yearns to be a devoted wife someday. I think you could be a good influence on her as you have a strong and noble heart."

"W-what? You're playing cupid with me and your own sister?" Siff was honestly stunned.

"You're not fond of her?" Raq inquired deviously.

"Well, I…I like her, but it's too early to tell if that's as far as it goes." She blushed at the sudden swerve in the conversation. Plus her feelings about her Lady were yet to be resolved.

"Okay. I'll let you off the hook. Think about what I said seriously. Spend time with her as a friend and then in a few weeks if anything else develops, let me know." She winked and pulled her hood up and walked into the white mist.

Siffra couldn't help but chuckle as she started to scrub her chestplate and muttered, "Those sisters will be the death of me."

(7) Support Conversation-Mimika and Mitsuji

[Submitted by KazeNoKishiX]

Rank C

A medium height half-Chon'sin, half Ylissean researcher labored at his desk. His hair was black with a tinge of red. He was dressed in red jacket with Ylissian symbol on with a black back, a black cotton shirt, black pants, and leather boots. As he was not in the field his leather cuirass and metal armor for his shins and shoulders was neatly stowed in an armoire.

Mitsuji slowly and meticulously scanned over the tome on his desk with intense brown eyes as the rain lightly taped at his window, in his room, covered with many ancient and irreplaceable relics on the tables and bookshelves filled with unique books against the stone walls. He sighed as he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion as he leaned back on his chair, slowly put his bookmark onto the page and lightly shut the tome without a sound as he returned the book into the shelf. As he did so, he glanced over to the right of his desk, and saw a small red nine-tail fox, snoring soundly on top of Mitsuji's bed. "Shiho, how many times did I tell you to keep eight of your tails hidden or people will ask questions," The archaeologist sighed as rolled his eyes. He reached over and stroked the vulpine fur, "I suppose that I should get dinner for myself and my friend right about now."

He blinked and glanced over to his door as soon as he heard someone knocking lightly. "Speaking of…," he mumbled to himself. "Come in, it's unlocked." He frowned as he was not expecting company, and was mildly surprised to see the reticent Lady Paraglaive open the door. She was petite with a dark blue tunic with the clan logo of a red background superimposed with a silver polearm entwined with a black snake, dark pants and boots, and a black cloak. She had carefully braided black hair past the shoulders, and uncertain pale blue eyes.

Mimi tentatively inquired, "Sir Mitsuji, do you have a moment?" Why was he glaring at her, she wondered. Is he mad it me? Did my family wrong his family in the past for something?

He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, "Yes, Mimika."

She nervously came in and carefully shut the door latch behind her, "H-hello, and a good evening to you." She made a half smile at Mitsuji, who just nodded at her coolly. She fretted as his expression was still impassive and unfriendly.

He ignored the attempt at small talk as he was employed by the crown for his investigative and research skills, and not for possessing a cuddly personality. He walked boldly up to his superior and asked directly, "What brought you all of the way to the Research Wing? It is quite far from the Shepard's barracks."

Come on, say something, Mimi berated herself. She got fluttered as she stammered, "An-anyway!" She did her best to downplay her new ally's bluntness, and made an attempt to be personable, "S-since you are officially a part of the Arrowhead Scouts. I wonder…maybe you would like to dine with your fellow Scouts in the Mess Hall and get to know them better. If you don't mind that is."

Mitsuji stared at her with an expressionless face as his fox companion grumpily woke up at the sound of Mimika's voice and whined softly for food. He sensibly hid all but one of his tails so that everyone but his master would think he was an ordinary pet fox.

Ugh. Mimika realized she had blown it somehow, and gave up, "Ah. S-sorry for imposing! I'd take my leave now. Take care, Sir Mitsuji."

"We'll go," Mitsuji finally replied and walked past Mimika to the door, silently signaling his companion to hop aboard his back.

Mimika turned around in surprise and gawked openly at Mitsuji. Huh?

He glanced over his shoulder and commented, "Shiho and I are about to grab a bite anyway, I do not see why we should refuse such an offer...unless you don't wish for our company-."

"I do," Mimika blurted out way too loudly as both master and pet flinched.

She has a powerful voice for such a weak-looking maiden, Mitsuji noted. He might have to append his initial assessment of her.

Mimi has horrified, Oh Naga why was she so bad at dealing with intimidating people? She looked at the floor and apologized, "I'm so s-sorry Sir Mitsuji. I didn't mean to…"

Mitsuji raised his hand up as he rubbed his ear. "No, no. It is okay. Just don't apologize or shout in my ear please; I dislike odious habits like those. And stop calling me Sir. I am not a knight nor would I want to be part of the noble life." He walked out of his room with Shiho curled around his shoulders. He exited the room and looked back as his Lady was doing her best impersonation of a statue. "Are you coming, Mimika? I am not planning to stand in the hallway all night."

"Y-yes, of course! Thank you both." Mimi was still a little overcome at how tactless this talented Archeologist truly was, but she was beginning to glimpse a faint glimmer of understanding that his sharpened tongue was not directed at her personally, but more at the world at large. She followed him down the hallway lit with candelabras.

Mitsuji stared straight ahead and still could not figure out why Chrom chose her, of all people, to lead the Arrowhead Scouts. He would have to observe her closely, like one of his fossil insects trapped in amber.

Mimi sighed as she followed the silent warrior, and mused to herself that Lady Maribelle's warning was accurate. Mitsuji was hard to deal with, based on his personality. She clenched her hand and then lifted her head up. This is no time to give up. I will help him out one way or another! She increased her pace to nearly a dash as she pursued the archaeologist.

(8) Support Conversation-Sumia and Iniabi

Rank C

"He loves me…he loves me not…he loves me…"

Adrift in his own bittersweet memories, a handsome and youthful mage looked silently on with a wistful expression at the sight of a cute Pegasus knight plucking pedals off a daisy as she sat next to a fire pit containing coals heating an iron pan filled with a bubbling blackberry cobbler. His black hair was perpetually messy and he had inquisitive, sharply defined green eyes. He wore light brown shirt, black pants, leather boots, and an impressive black cloak with a hood attached.

I never saw mother so young and timid before, he noted with a touch of wonder. In his home world, he had grown up remembering his fated mother-in-law as a kind, confident, middle aged warrior with graying, shoulder length hair; always with her devoted, perpetually cheerful, slightly insane dark mage spouse, Henry at her side. As far their rambunctious daughters went-

"Master Iniabi?" He flinched and found himself unexpectedly face to face with a tall girl wearing a warm grey gloves, a matching sleeveless blouse overhanging a pastel pink skirt that extended to her mid thighs. Garters secured the top of her thigh-high brown boots. Her long hair draped past her shoulders and her light brown eyes looked at her new ally with more than a hint of worry as she inquired, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh…yes of course milady," he replied as he cursed himself for his lapse of dropping his guard.

Sumia blushed in mild embarrassment, "Erm…actually my mother is Lady Pinnargente, not me. Just S-sumia is fine."

He forced a smile, "Sure Sumia. Just Iniabi is fine." Gods, she looked so different in his memory, but she was just as sweet. It was downright surreal to meet a teenage version of his wife's mother while she was so young and still single. "I'm really sorry to be a bother, but why the petal fortunes?"

"Oh that? No one-I mean nothing at all," she lied unconvincingly. Gods, can he tell that I like the Captain too, she lamented. Princess Lissa's playful teasing was bad enough.

He went over to the fire and smiled at the smell of the desert merrily baking. Her immaculate home three decades in the future was never without the delicious aromas of something cooking. He felt deep shame as he realized it was time to scuttle any chance of her ever pairing with her idol, Prince Chrom. There was a much better match for her waiting down the road, but he regrettably couldn't tell her that. He tried to make his question sound innocent, "Is that dessert for the Shepards?"

Gods. That was supposed to be for Captain Chrom, she rued. Her face fell as she realized she had to change her tactics quickly, lest she give her crush away. "Ah…yes of course. I thought my fellow warriors could do with a treat that washes away the gameness of bear meat." Her pride started to creep back up, "I'm not a great cook but I always do my best. My blackberry cobbler surprise, when I get it right, is quite a hit with my comrades in arms."

He chuckled, "With the surprise being the bottom layer of crabapples and cinnam-" He caught himself prattling on far too late and thought, Oh dog plop.

Sumia's eyes widened, but then she quickly broke into giggles, "Ah, Sir Kellam or Stahl must have told you. They're my most reliable taste testers."

Watch you stupid mouth you moron, he chided himself bitterly. He plunged on with a frantically racing heart, "Yes, of course. They couldn't help telling me that your culinary skills get better each and every day. It smells heavenly, Sumia."

What a nice young man, the Pegasus knight realized. He also bore a passing resemblance to Prince Chrom, which increased his appeal in her book. "Would you care to try it? It should be almost done."

He gave an appreciative nod as he took the spoon from her and savored the taste of pure nostalgia, although it the recipe clearly was still in the early stages of being tweaked.

His beloved Cynthia had always loved this treat the best of her mother's cooking. She had never gotten tired of pretending to be shocked at reaching the bottom layer of apples and yelling at being surprised before bursting out into raucous laughter. She insisted on repeating that joke every time she ate her mother's dessert. Without realizing it, tears dripped off his cheek onto his hand as the wave of melancholy remembrances of his late wife consumed him.

"Oh no! Did I mess it up again?" A panicked Sumia pleaded, "If it tastes lousy, you don't have to eat it on my account."

He hastily wiped at his eyes, "No-I was…impressed. It's an admirable start. Keep at it and I'm sure you're make some lucky guy very happy someday."

Her cheeks reddened, "Well, I don't know about that. I don't think the person I admire will ever like me back."

Iniabi smiled enigmatically, "If you believe in those flower fortunes, have they also not told you that there are more than one possible partner to walk hand in hand with?"

Sumia looked genuinely perturbed, and shifted her feet uneasily, "Surely you are wiser in the ways of the heart than I am. Who do you imagine would entrance my heart for the remainder of my days?"

He felt like a heartless heel, diverting her romantic destiny like a dam altering the course of a river. He sighed, "I'm a clueless fool actually. But I can imagine that your inherent kindness will open the door to loving someone that is the very opposite of your idealized manly hero."

Sumia gave a dazed nod, not understanding at all what the young mage was talking about, but trying to absorb his challenge to her preconceived notions regarding love. "Maybe the one I am fond of is not my destiny. He must find someone truly worthy of him after all." She squeezed his arm, "Thank you most sincerely, Iniabi. You gave given me much to think about." She heaped a generous serving of the cobbler onto a wooden plate and handed it over, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He bowed and walked away, savoring the familiar sour tang aftertaste. He only hoped she could forgive his ruthless meddling later.

She watched the brooding mage walk away until he was out of sight. She then she picked up a new flower with a serious expression, "Does Master Iniabi like me? He likes me…he likes me not…he likes me…"

(9) Support Conversation-Mimika and Revellia

Rank C

Mimika, dressed in her standard dark tunic, pants, boots, and cape rode astride her roan blue-grey mare Slate rode abreast of her stalwart Pegasus knight ally for a shopping run. Her long black hair was carefully styled with braided elements, her skin was nearly translucent white and her light blue eyes captured attention wherever she went. She sighed inwardly as she was still nervous about working with a member of the Arrowhead Scouts that she did not know well. She had already heard from her elder sister Raquelle and her retainer Siffra that her companion was effortlessly skilled in every aspect of her vocation except lance wielding; this only made her worry more about her own flaws. She wanted to make a good impression and fretted that she would let Revellia down when realized that her superior was actually a neurotic mess under her mask of quiet confidence. She glanced over to the knight who could be more aptly described as cute rather than pretty.

Revellia's attire consisted of a mid-thigh dress, long boots, and light armor all in shades of sky blue and silver. Her long green hair cascaded freely and her bangs were trimmed neatly across. She was mounted on her bay Stallion Pegasus Serendipity, with her polearm carefully stowed on a bracket mounted to her saddle. Her hazel eyes lit up as they saw a small village ahead that had a circle of wooden huts with vegetable gardens behind. She pulled on her mounts reins excitedly, "Milady, that settlement looks like it could be a great place to buy provisions." She was secretly nervous about riding with the legendary Lady Mimika Paraglaive; especially since she single-handedly saved the Exalt and her court, fearlessly fought against Risen, and parlayed with the dangerously unpredictable Kasrin's Irregulars. She felt that was poor company to such a great hero.

"Good job spotting this village from the air, Sir Revellia. Let's see if they are willing to trade with us."

She blushed and rubbed her pink cheek in embarrassment, "Ummm…milady. E-everyone actually calls me Revy."

Mimika shook her head and then broke into a restrained smile, "Okay Revy. If am allowed the honor to use your nickname, please use mine. I agree with Prince Chrom that we should treat each other as equals. Call me Mimi."

"Er…s-s-sure, Miss Mimika!"

Mimi couldn't help but be faintly amused at their unintentional contest to out-polite each other. Just as she was about to encourage her new ally to use her shortened name, both women saw a frantic villager in a grey dress run up to them. Mimi spoke up, "How may we help you, kind lady?"

The middle-aged woman looked desperate, "I-I need help! My daughter got struck by a cart three days ago and I'm at my wit's end looking to find a healer! My husband went to the next town over, but he's not back yet. Please help us!"

Revy spoke without thinking, "Of course we'll help, ma'am! I am talented at the healing arts. So just leave..." She trailed off as she realized she had overreached her authority. She looked guiltily at her Lady, "I mean it is for Lady Mimika to decide…"

Mimi reached over and patted the flustered girl on the arm, "Miss Revellia is right. If we can help, we will. As adjuncts to Prince Chrom's Shepards, it is our sworn duty to put the people's needs above our own."

"Oh thank the Gods! I'm Haleena Brazier, and my daughter is Fainea. It's this way, kind ladies!"

…

An hour later, Revy had exhausted her considerable medical and magical talents to aid an adorable 16 year old girl with curly golden hair and dark blue eyes. Both on her shin bones had been crushed and badly splinted. Revillia had used every spell, stave and vulnerary in her saddlebag to rebreak then heal the mangled bones cleanly, and purge the infection from her system. Her job was flawless and only slight bumps on the bones where they knitted indicated that they were ever fractured. Revy slumped wearily onto a stool by the bed as Mimi used wet cloths to cool down the girl's forehead.

The maiden regained her senses, and looked up at Revellia with a dazed, awed expression, "You…you…saved me."

Revy blushed as she was caught in the spotlight as a very attractive girl looked at her adoringly, "P-pegasus knight Revellia, at your service. This is Lady Mimika. I'm just glad you'll be okay now."

"I am in your debt forever." The girl nodded, "I'm Fainea. You're my hero, Miss Revellia."

"Oh, that's bunk, Miss Fai-," She went rigid as the girl leant over and gave her savior an affectionate peck on the cheek. She went beet red and stammered incoherently just as the mother reentered with a small bag of coins.

The villager flushed red for an entirely different reason than Revy. She swore in fury, as she threw the bag hard into Revellia's chest, whereupon it spilled open sending copper and silver coins flying everywhere. "Grima take you sinful Sapphite! Unhand my daughter at once! Now, take your coins and get out of my house!"

Mimi was stunned at the complete turnaround. Hadn't they just saved this maiden's life? She also knew the perpetually shy Revy hadn't done a thing to encourage this incapacitated girl's affections. She collared the mother and raged in her face, "Foolish ingrate! How dare you speak to my ally in that impertinent manner!"

"Lady Mimika, please stop!" A tearful Revy sobbed as she took her Lady's arm, "Let's depart."

How could this sweetheart of a Knight just take the hateful abuse without spitting in this shrew's face, Mimi wondered with a stunned expression. She protested in vain, "But she can't treat you like that. I won't allow it!"

"No, milady. Please." She tugged on the confounded Lady's arm and stepped over the scattered coins in the dirt floor covered in thresh.

They hastily made their way back to their mounts and rode off without looking back. Revy cried softly as they headed to the next village over to secure the provisions.

Mimi handed over a handkerchief to her new friend and patiently waited for her to calm down. She finally muttered, "Why didn't you let me throttle that bigoted harridan?"

Revy shook her head firmly, "P-please milady, it's no use. Most people don't mind my…p-p-preferences; but those that do will always hate me for it."

Mimi grumbled, "Regardless of what she thinks, I will not stand for it. I am curious though. Was she correct that you prefer the romantic company of other women?"

Gods, please don't hate me, Revellia prayed. She gave a quick nod as fresh tears pooled in her puffy eyes.

The noblelady dismounted and Revy followed suit obediently. Mimi asked one last intrusive question, "Only women?"

"Y-yes, L-lady M-m-mimika." Revy crumpled in on herself as she had done so many times in her childhood. Although she had looked after the other village children in her hometown like a mother duck minding her hatchlings, once they had hit adolescence the girls had heaped scorn and rejection on her, and many of the boys had teased her about her romantic yearnings that beyond her control. The few boys that accepted her were of the wrong sex, and the fair-minded girls only liked other boys themselves. Only her few friends and her sister convinced her not to run away from home, and pretend the scornful stares daily directed at her meant nothing.

"I'm so sorry, Revy," Mimika wrapped Revy with a comforting embrace. She sighed as the Pegasus knight went completely rigid, "I will respect your wish not to stir up trouble, but know this: I will stick up for you no matter what."

"Thank…thank you," a softly sobbing maiden replied.

"I'll let you in on a big secret. I grew up with my two faithful retainers Bhavin and Siffra at my side. I had childhood crushes on both of them at different times." She pulled back and gave a blushing smile, "But you didn't hear that from me, right?" Mimi honestly hoped that she had helped out and not made the situation worse like she usually did.

"R-right, milady!" Revy was shocked to her core. Her heroic leader liked both men and woman that way? That meant that she wouldn't be averse to finding a match with her boisterous female Knight…or even Revy herself! They resumed their ride and the entire two hours, she was too moved to speak. Lady Mimi didn't judge me as horrible, sinful, or tainted. She just accepted me, without conditions. Revellia really was the luckiest girl in Ylisse to serve so kind and understanding a noble.

(10) Support Conversation-Xolette and Mitsuji

[Submitted by KazeNoKishiX]

Rank C

A girl with short sliver hair, and moody yellow eyes desperately scanned through a crumbling, leather bound book searching ceaselessly. She was dressed in a grey tunic with floral decorations, dark pants, boots, and gloves. Xolette carefully turned the page of the tome as she sat at the lone table where the ray of sunlight shine behind her as she was surrounded by numerous books that held the slenderest possibly of holding the answer to her curse. Honestly, she was researching for a way to undo Grima's taint within her body more for Lady Mimika's sake than her own; she had long ago accepted that she would never be able to touch anyone with her bare fingers until the day she died. She sighed in quiet resignation as she paused long enough to glance at her glove. "Why me," she questioned to herself in a low whisper as she was too busy stewing in her private miseries to notice a young researcher at her age, approaching her from the front with his red fox, Shiho, laying across his shoulders like a scarf.

The researcher Mitsuji glanced over at the mage sharply, and blurted out, "Oi." He had far eastern features, with a red and black jacket, black shirt, pants, and leather boots. He shook his head as the daydreaming fool failed to respond. He rubbed his black and red hair lightly in mild frustration as he watched the dark mage silently closed the tome she was reading, shoved it to the side with an exasperated expression, pulled another book out of her pile and began to thumb through it. He abruptly pulled out a chair and sat in front of her as his pet leapt onto the table, padded across the table and nosed her arm.

"Oh my," a startled Xolette recoiled from the fox's fearless contact to her gloved hand, and almost fell off of her chair. She frantically managed to balance herself. After her heart had resumed beating, she started to gently rub Mitsuji's pet with a slight smile and soft murmur, "Where did you come from my friend?"

"Shiho is with me," Mitsuji interjected as he had no patience for mushy displays.

She glanced up at the researcher with a surprised look in her amber eyes, "O-oh. My apologies, good sir. I didn't mean to-"

"Forget it, Xolette," the researcher spoke icily as he rolled his eyes at her.

She froze like a deer mesmerized by bright lights and remained motionless except her eerie but pretty eyes locked with her uninvited guest.

He was started to get uncomfortable with her gawking, "That is your name, yes," he snarked as her an intimidating glare that cause the poor girl to flinch and break eye contact.

"Y-yes, I am," she whispered as she reflexively scooted a few inches away from the researcher. She gamely tried again, "May I know your name, g-good sir?"

He closed his eyes as he shook his head with a deep frown as he detested social niceties, "Mitsuji," He then let his intimidating brown eyes bore directly at the pretty, silver-haired mage, "Mitsuji Sakurada. Exalt Emmeryn has requested that I work with you to break your curse."

Xolette tried her hardest not to hyperventilate. She took deep breaths to calm her frayed nerves, as she looked anywhere but directly at him. Gods, he must hate me, she despaired. "I-I don't think it can be b-broken-"

"Whatever," he snapped. "Let's get it this foolishness over with, so we may go on our so called merry ways."

"T-thank you." She finally calmed down enough to think and automatically reached over to the next likely tone and offered it to the Archivist.

Fool, he thought coldly. "If you are looking for the tome that can identify and remove your curse, then you are wasting everyone's time with this search."

She clenched her hands silently but did not engage.

Mitsuji pointed to the second floor on the farthest side of the vast library with carefully posted placards that warned that it was a restricted area, "Over there is where we will start."

She fidgeted, "But is it that the area we are not allow-"

Mitsuji cut her off again without a thought, "It is only restricted to the public and several junior researchers." He unceremoniously got up of his chair and walked away as his fox pet leap onto his shoulder.

Finally the kind woman was pushed to her limit, "Why must…?"

Mitsuji turned back and gave an impatient glare in her direction.

"Why m-must you be so rude to others," she forlornly inquired.

Who did she think she is, Mitsuji thought as irritation bloomed into anger. "Rude?" He shook his head, and spat out, "I am here to help you, and all you can think to do is insult me?" Why do I even bother with fools like this, he groused. He seethed, "I am always like this, and if you can't deal with it, go cry on Mimika's shoulder." He turned a cold shoulder to Xolette, and headed straight to the stairway, "Now if you are done with this inane chatter, we should stop wasting time and get moving." He mounted the stairs and hear faint sobbing behind him. Gods, why saddle me with this mopey girl, he groused silently. The things I suffer through to help Exalt Emmeryn.

Xolette then collapsed back onto a bookshelf as she looked at her shaking hands and hugged herself through the tears. "Lady Mimika… anyone… please give me the strength to pull through," she mumbled to herself as she tried her best to calm herself and regain her composure.

"Mitsuji, you cad! Of course it would be you leaving a sweet maiden in tears you insensitive clod," Lady Maribelle fumed as she approached the shivering Xolette.

Mitsuji met Maribelle's icy glare upon him, with one of his own, "Maribelle. Take this client in hand, as I have better things to do. I'll research a cure for her curse for myself. I can get more done without the bawling." He shook his head as he felt a tiny voice telling him to turn back, but he squelched the flickering feeling ruthlessly. "Bye," he ascended the stairs up to the restricted upper level.

"Researcher Sakurada," Maribelle growled as she watched the talented but infuriating Archivist vanish from view. The noblelady then make her way to Xolette to comfort the shaken mage, "There, there dear. I have restricted access, so let's start on the other end of the balcony section...as far away from that insensitive ass as we can." She offered a hand, and Xolette gratefully took it.

Rank B

Xolette and Maribelle sat across from each other as were deciphering information from the tome as the moonlight shone upon them. Mitsuji was also helping alongside with the women, except he was sitting behind them as Shiho silently snored on the table in between towering stacks of books. With the final page unfolded to the readers, the two Mages sighed as Mitsuji grunted in annoyance. All three of them sat in heavy silence as Mitsuji shut the book with an annoyed snap and carefully replaced it back on the shelf.

With defeat apparent in her amber eyes, Xolette broke the gloomy silence, "Is this really all of the relevant books in the restricted section?"

Maribelle gave a simple nod, looking annoyed that all of their research had come to nothing.

"No…," Xolette murmured as she slumped down on the table and covered her eyes and sobbed as her allies watched.

"Xolette… dear," Maribelle soothed as she consolingly put her arm over the Dark mage's shoulder. "Please don't give up. There has to be a way."

Xolette sniffed and shook her head, "Thanks for tying everyone. I really appreciate your futile efforts." She wiped her tears with a trembling lip, "I will never forget your kindness. Go back to your lives as I've imposed enough."

Maribelle shot a pleading glance Mitsuji's way as she noted the Archivist clenched his fists in silent anger, "Mitsuji, there has to be a way to help her!"

Xolette looked at the archaeologist with little hope in her eyes, "D-don't bother, good sir."

Silently, he look at the silver-haired mage and a little voice in his head told him to say something to comfort the miserable maiden, but the first time in as long as he could recall, he hesitated. Mitsuji couldn't bear admitting that he was out of ideas and stating that fact out loud would end up crushing her spirit like an eggshell. "I…," he stopped with a frown. What the Grima was wrong with him? He had never held back from speaking the unvarnished, brutal truth before; why the hesitation now? Mitsuji sighed as he looked at the fireplace, "I have to think about it."

Maribelle wiped Xolette's cheeks dry with a frilly lace handkerchief, and spoke in a soft whisper, "There, there my dear. We do not give up on our friends…ever."

Mitsuji slowly helped Xolette up, much to the noblelady's surprise; however she chose not to comment on it. They escorted the mage out of the library sat her down on a bench in view of the nocturnal vista of the gardens bathed in the moonlight. Xolette sat numbly, looking at nothing in particular.

Maribelle managed a smile, "Achivist Mitsuji, if you want to catch up on your backlog, I will stay with Xolette-"

Mitsuji broke the silence abruptly, "Maribelle, you may retire to your room. I will take Xolette for a small detour."

Maribelle raised an eyebrow in surprise. In the five years that she had known him, the noblelady had never known her prickly friend to socialize with others after hours; he was always strictly business over meals. He always entertained himself alone, excepting that one time he had shown Maribelle the sights in Chon'town during the Lunar new year. Now regarding his newfound interest in the Mage…that was an interesting development. She smirked, "Detour? You are not speaking of that Kaze tavern in the town, are you?"

"Yes," he replied in a curt tone as he gave her a sharp glare as he knew the haughty Lady was reading far more into this situation than was actually there,

Maribelle glanced at her sweet friend and then back at Mitsuji. She calmly clenched her white parasol, "Very well, if I hear of conduct unbecoming from you, I will throw the both the book and the third degree at you tomorrow." She hoped that the caustic Archivist knew what he was doing, as she smiled down at Xolette, "My dear?"

"Hmm? Yes, Maribelle?" Xolette sounded utterly despondent.

Then the golden-haired Lady faced away from Mitsuji and whispered a few words in Xolette's ear, causing the maiden to suddenly sit up and blush faintly. Maribelle gave a dainty wave, "Goodnight, my dears." She then walked back to her bedchambers leaving the pair alone.

Xolette stared at Mitsuji for a moment as she started to sit up, unexpectedly Mitsuji's strong hand took hers and gently pulled her up. Both of them looked in different directions awkwardly, but neither spoke about it the strange heavy feelings swirling in the space between them. She attempted a smile, "May I ask where we are going?"

"A bit of an…odd tavern," he replied. "Don't worry, it is not a dive bar where fist fights break out. It's just that everyone there is a bit off." Mitsuji gently tugged on her gloved hand as they walked out of the castle and head down to the shopping district of the capital. Even as they walked, he was distinctly surprised that the cute girl didn't let go of his hand even though it wasn't strictly necessary.

…

As expected night, most of the shops along the way were shuttered, but to one particular district that caught Xolette's eyes that made her question Mitsuji's destination. Unlike any other districts they had passed by, the district which she assumed as the Chon'sin district based on its oriental architecture and many paper lantern decorations, was filled with light and excitement in the air.

Mitsuji walked in silence, his demeanor calm on the surface, but inside he was deeply troubled why this girl was the exception to his ironclad rule not to form deep bonds with his allies. Getting to close to others was a recipe for trouble, as he knew all too well. To add insult to injury, Shiho had leapt onto the petite girl's shoulder instead of his when they had set out. That his beloved pet would snuggle with a girl he hardly knew was sending a clear signal that their hearts were shifting in ways that Mitsuji couldn't control.

Xolette stroked the fox's soft orange fur as she looked amazed and tugged Mitsuji's sleeve softly. Once she had secured his attention she inquired, "Mitsuji, is there a sort of celebration going on for the Chon'sin people?"

He shook his head, "No, we are always like this."

She looked at Mitsuji with surprised expression.

He continued with a shrug, "It has always been like this, and it will always remain so. Anyway, it's just our culture." Mitsuji suddenly stopped in front of the tavern that was quite larger than a typical Western tavern, "Here we are, this is Kaze no Horo-sha," He then turned to her, "It translates as Wind of the Wanderer. It is quite fitting for a guild."

"I… I see." Xolette began to feel a bit better as they entered into the warm tavern by pushing the apart the draping segmented navy blue curtain hanging from the top of the doorway. She blinked in amazement as she saw throngs of patrons, some hailing from Plegia, Ylisse, Regina Ferox, yet most from far across the ocean. Xolette would never believe that so many of them are crowded in a tavern, all laughing and enjoying themselves, without a drop of animus among them. "O-oh my…"

"You get used to the ambiance," Mitsuji spoke with reassurance. "It's a weird bunch here, but they are friendly."

Xolette looked at Mitsuji, who flashed a transient, yet genuine smile before going back to his normal vaguely disapproving frown. Had she imagined it, she wondered as her head spun. That smile had been so soft, yet so bright, which made her heart race. She subtly tried to take a few deep breaths to calm down.

He noted her flustered expression, and it nagged at him. He was just here to cheer her up, right? He changed the subject quickly, "I was surprised when I first came here as a transfer student at the academy five years ago." He decisively approached the bar, as Miho leapt off of Xolette's shoulders and followed them from behind.

Several of the customers glanced over to see the duo and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey! Look what we got here!" Everyone nearby gawked at Mitsuji and Xolette, causing the flustered girl to freeze in her spot. "If it ain't Mitsuji! He actually brought in a girl outside the New Year party!" Everyone howled in laughter as the researcher rolled his eyes.

Mitsuji then pulled Xolette through the mass of people, making her yelp in surprise as they walked up to the bar as the large man in a bartender clothes and square glasses was cleaning mugs.

Next to them was a woman sitting on a stool, with her gigantic sword next to her as she downed another shot. The woman looked at them sharply as they sat down, "Mitsuji."

He responded, "Elsa."

The female Mercenary grunted and returned to her drink.

Mitsuji glanced at the bartender, "Hey Klaus, it has been awhile."

The burly man smiled, revealing his sharp teeth, "Indeed it has."

Xolette had to fight down the urge to flee. Why had her friend…acquaintance taken her to this weird place?

Klaus chuckled as he eyed the Dark mage appraisingly. "Let me guess Mitsuji, another commoner researcher that got her toes trampled by a snotty noble?"

Xolette blinked in surprise as she turned to the Archivist.

"No, but her situation is much worse than the usual nobles acting like jerks," he replied as Klaus nodded in acknowledgement.

"I see, two bowls of miso ramen and small bowl of soup?" Klaus asked.

"Yes," Mitsuji replied as he quickly pulled out coins from his purse.

Xolette sighed as she had spent all her coin earned as an Arrowhead Scout buying any tome that held clues to ending her curse. "I'm really sorry. I can only chip in six coppers tonight…I'm a bit short right now." She pleaded earnestly, "After the first, I promise that-"

Elsa indignantly tapped the Mage on her shoulder, "Ai, don't spit on Mitsuji, sweetie!"

"B-but I..I mean…I wasn't…"

"Honestly, don't tell me that you don't know about the Chon'sin's culture, dear lady?"

Xolette looked at the red-hair woman in utter confusion as she downed another shot of sake.

Elsa rubbed her forehead in mild exasperation, "We Chon'sin don't split the bill…period. We pay in full or stay home. Got it?"

Xolette nodded vigorously as she didn't want to anger Mitsuji's aquintance.

Klaus gave a wink as he pushed the copper coins stamped with Exalt Emmeryn's face on the obverse and the Brand of Naga on the reverse back to Xolette. He then took Mitsuji's silver coins and gave the order to waitstaff.

Elsa stretched out and paid her tab as well, and then she stood up and picked up her sword. "I will see you around nephew. And treat her well, alright?" She patted Mitsuji on the head as she left the tavern, but not after she plucked a Sellword posting off the wooden post with various notices all over it in five different languages.

The silence between the fellow Scouts became awkward as they waited for the food to come out. Xolette shyly glanced at Mitsuji as Shiho hopped on to the bartop between them. She suddenly realized his supremely fluffy single tail had split into his far smaller and less poofy nine tails. She pouted as she rubbed his back, "Why nine tails, you little scamp?"

Shiho yipped contentedly and looked back at the lady with intense yellow eyes. He was already fond of her and hoped that his master wouldn't drive this nice soul way, as he had a nasty habit of doing.

She continued to stare at Shiho, who was purring as he laid down on the table, letting his tails wag a bit, "You're trying to manipulate the Arrowhead Scoutsby withholding your fluffy tail, aren't you," Xolette gently chided the fox with a mock frown. "How could you?"

Mitsuji silently realized he had been watching Xolette play with his fox, and couldn't help but feel a slight flare of jealousy mixed in with amusement. He looked away in silent fury at himself as seeing a cute girl coddle his pet, and it was starting to distract him from his singular focus of serving the Exalt's interests…as well as his own. He stole a glance back at her as his fingers lightly drummed on the tabletop.

Her face lit was up with a truly radiant smile as she began to scratch behind Shiho's ears with a simple joy as the fox enjoy being spoiled. However, she stopped at once two ceramic bowls were placed in front of the duo and a smaller bowl was placed in front of the fox, allowing Shiho to sip the soup without whining for a taste of his master's.

The bartender leant against the bartop in front of Mitsuji and spoke with a guttural rasp, "Alright Mitsu, you have briefly mentioned about her situation is different from anyone else."

Mitsuji nodded as Xolette frowned at the humiliating subject being broached again.

Klaus smirked, "How different?"

Xolette sighed deeply as she confirmed with an aside glance to Mitsuji that this confidant could be trusted. "Where to start? I was, ironically enough, tainted by my own people…"

A few minutes later, all three bowls were empty as the lacquered black chopsticks were placed on top of the bowls. "... And that is how my curse is, Mister Klaus." Xolette delicately wiped her mouth with a napkin as she felt immense relief of unburdening her pain on someone who, despite appearances, seemed genuinely sympathetic. "As it is right now… I believe my curse is something that is… unbreakable." She grimly looked down at her lap.

"Yada yada. Bull plop!"

Xolette look at the bartender with widened eyes.

Mitsuji wiped his own mouth off as he was slightly tickled at Xolette being subject to the blunt and crass, yet able personality of the barkeeper.

Klaus rubbed at his scraggly stubble, "Don't tell me that the youth of the new generation is just going to give up just like that." He leaned into the terrified Dark mage as he scolded her, "Let me get one thing straight." He held one finger in front of her. "No matter what, anything is possible, no matter what."

"But…it's still h-hopeless."

Mitsuji interjected, "He is right, you know."

They both looked at Mitsuji, "So what if we can't find that book in the library? It is not like our library is the only place that holds books."

She quickly perked up as she realized the two tactless men were right. Maybe there was a glimmer of hope, "You mean…?"

"It is a long shot," Mitsuji explained. "But is the book is like an opportunity. If it doesn't exist here, then it will exist somewhere else."

Xolette's face lit up as she caught onto Mitsuji's line of thought, "Plegia. Then it should exist… in my accursed homeland." She looked expectantly at new allies.

"But it is like the young man says. It is a long shot." Klaus groused it as he put down a clean ceramic cup and folded his arms. "The exact book you are looking for, could be anywhere in this land itself or our neighbor continent, Valm." He glanced at the hourglass over the back bar and smirked, "But for now, it is time for you young'ins to head back to the castle."

"Alright, we will keep you posted," Mitsuji bid the bartender a farewell. Despite their blunt banter, they firmly shook hands, as Xolette realized they were actually good friends.

"Very well," Klaus replied with a smile, "One more thing."

"Yes, Klaus?"

"Be sure to bring the Arrowhead Scouts or Shepards here whenever you have time. I know you folks are always in need of gold… or any other useful stuff. So I want my guild to help you guys out for this damn war to end, got it?"

"Yes sir," Xolette replied.

Mitsuji shook his head slowly as Shiho hopped off the table, "We will inform Mimiki and Chrom of your offer."

Klaus passed a small folded note to his friend and sometime collaborator, "Good, I will explain how this guild works another time." The bartender took note of Xolette, "Missy? Always keep your head up, from here on out, things will get worse before they get better, but you can count on this grumpy jerk here to make it through. I know you will break that curse."

Mitsuji tried to tamp down his mild irritation over the teasing although he was inwardly gratified to see Xolette's spirits buoyed.

After that, the pair left the bar into the nearly pitch black street that was filled with brightness just an hour ago. The Dark mage incanted a light spell that illuminated the path back to the Royal castle.

Mitsuji was unsettled and silent, as this evening had not been like the celebration with Maribelle or the countless times he had eaten alone or as a business meal. It felt much more like…a date than anything else. Klaus' note had simply read "Bring back your girlfriend to Kaze no Horo-san anytime!" He grumbled to himself, I don't need this. I'm fine on my own. I've never needed to be weak enough to be indebted to another soul. It's too idiotic and messy and unpredictable and- He nearly jumped as he felt a delicate hand nest into his and squeeze like she was counting on him to protect that insanely adorable smile of hers. He instinctively felt the need to pull away, but… a voice in his head told him to stand with her, and not to fight against the inevitable. He squeezed her hand back as he resigned himself to helping this poor girl break her curse no matter what the cost.

"Mitsuji," Xolette shyly inquired as Shiho once again found a comfortable perch on her shoulders.

The Archivist look at Xolette, "Yes?"

She blushed furiously as she kissed his cheek, "T-thank you."

The normally supremely confident Archivist was literally too stunned for words as the walked up past the guards through the torchlit castle gates. He sincerely hoped that none of the Shepards or Scouts had seen that exchange, or he would never hear the end of it!

(11) Support Conversation-Raquelle and Revellia

Rank C

"'Chooo," Raquelle sneezed and grumbled as she paused in her scribing long enough to blow her nose on a cloth. The things she did for love. Instead of her normal archer attire, she was in a dark blue nightgown that Revellia had bought for her last birthday. Her normally tightly corralled green hair hung in sweaty disarray, and her brown eyes were a little bloodshot from incessant coughing fits. Despite having a truly horrible head cold, she was at least partly comforted by the fact that her sister's prospects had never been brighter. Although she was still worried sick about her Pegasus knight sibling getting herself killed in combat due to her terrible polearm skills, at least in other departments, things were finally looking up.

"Are you awake, Raq?" A very worried sister bearing a steaming soup bowl lifted up the tent flap and peered in tentatively. Revellia displayed deep worry in her attractive hazel eyes, as she saw her treasured older sister flat on her back. She was wearing her sleeveless sky blue and silver Pegasus Knight dress, and thigh-high boots. Her long green hair hung free, as she loved the feel of the wind rushing by as Pegasus mount Serendipity carried her aloft. In the skies was the only place she felt truly free, cut away from the cares of unkind people and judging eyes. "I'm sorry, but this will make you feel better until I can replace my healing stave. Prince Chrom promised that I would have it by tonight."

"Ahhh-Chooo!" She cursed, "Grima take this cold! Look Revy, I know the Shepards need every healing stave and potion they can muster. So many innocents were harmed by the roving bands of…" She paused to blow again, "those dastards, the Risen. This blastered cold won't kill me, ya know."

Revellia handed over some handmade medicine and made her older sister swig the entire philter even as she gagged on its bitter taste. "There, there," she soothed as she felt Raq's forehead, "Still a bit hot. Okay, open wide and say ahhhhh." She offered the soup spoon filled with buckwheat noodles and chicken broth.

"Ahhhh…," Raq swallowed the soup without protest, but chuckled inside. She knew better than to try to stop Revy's substitute mother routine when she was at a full gallop. She had been too sick to eat all day, but suddenly she was ravenous, despite her throbbing sinuses. She obediently allowed Revy to feed her until every morsel was gone.

"Good, good you look so much better already. I'm sure the concoction will tide you over until I can get a new stave." I'll check back on you in an hour. Try to get some sleep in the meantime."

Raquelle twisted the knife with a gleeful wink, "Was she cute?"

Revellia felt her heart rate double instantly, as she realized she was in for some ribbing. "W-who, dear sister? I d-don't know what you could possibly mean, Raq."

"Oh, it's okay, I know you fractured healing crystal on your stave from overuse. Lady Mimika told me the village maiden that the two of you saved after she was hit by a cart was called Fainea Brazier." The hot soup had made her nose run even more, so she cleared it before continuing with a giggle, "Milady said she was downright adorable."

Revy hissed in pink-faced mortification, "Sis! Please! She couldn't have liked me, and her mother ran us off anyway, so I know I'll-we'll never see her again. Please, please stop trying to matchmake me." She sighed and slumped by her sister's side, "No woman will ever love me that way anyway."

"Aww c'mon, you've always looked after me, cooked, cleaned, and took care of me whenever I got sick." She patted Revy's trembling hand, "Maybe your prospects in our one-horse village were nonexistent, but things are different out here. Promise."

Revellia pouted and blushed as she really wanted to cut off her elder sister's self imposed mission to set her up; but of course she never had the heart to say no. "Look, I know you're just trying to help me, but I don't know that anyone in the Shepards or Scouts that would ever consider me wifely material. I am happy just to keep the Scout's spirits boosted…honest."

"Siffra likes you a lot."

Her eyes seemed to double in size, "W-w-what? T-that can't be true!" How in the heavens did she know about that?

Ah, my dense sister, Raquelle lamented silently. "Siff has a weak spot for overly serious people like you, gender need not apply."

"B-but…no. No. She is just teasing me. She doesn't like me in that way," she strenuously denied.

"Okay then. What about Lilith? She's awfully cute, and you've always thought beastkin were adorable, right?"

Revellia tried her best not to hyperventilate, "I h-have it on good understanding that she's only interested in L-lady Mimika."

"Hmm, okay. So noted." She used her quill pen to scratch out a name off her list. "Still I must say you luck has turned around. If anyone catches your eye, let me know I can get some undercover intelligence on them. I promise to be discreet."

Revellia sighed deeply, and was deeply grateful, that her darling sister didn't know that Lady Mimika herself had had past attractions to women. "Yes, Sister. Do as y-you like. Just don't expect to succeed." She leaned over and kissed Raq on her slightly feverish forehead. Sleep well."

"Thanks, sis. Have faith in yourself." She watched Revy exit the tent and head off to aid with the other cooks for dinner. Raq turned over and attempted to get some rest, but she knew she would find that special maiden for her saintly sister. She deserved the world itself.

(12) Support Conversation-Mimika and Dia

Rank C

Deep within the royal castle in Ylissetol, Dia stood in a tiny space watching a pot heat over an open fire with a mesmerized expression. The fourteen year old girl was short, with wavy dark brown hair tied back with ribbons, slightly lighter eyes and a maid outfit with a dark grey dress with frilly lace collar, cuffs, and apron. The whistle of steam before her dredged up a memory of standing in tears on a hill at night overlooking a vast stone building on fire, as the timbers roared and hissed, orange flames licked at the sky, and an eerie scream seemed to emanate from the doomed structure.

"Dia?"

The maid's heart seemed to jump out of her chest as a gentle hand squeezed her shoulder, "Eeek!" She whirled around and saw a kind face of her Lady. She exhaled sharply and gasped, "A-apologies milady, but you scared the stuffing out of me!"

Lady Mimika sighed softly herself. She was an attractive young woman in her latter teens with pale peach skin, long black hair, and open blue eyes that radiated warmth and concern in equal amounts. She was wearing her navy blue tunic over matching trousers, brown boots, and black cloak. Her family crest emblazoned the front of her shirt featuring a red background, white polearm facing right, with a black snake entwined around the haft with its head facing left. She was deeply worried that her chambermaid had promised to back with tea and snacks as she was browsing through dusty tomes looking for clues about the Sieghart and Drachenfels families that might give her clues to their whereabouts. After a half hour had past she had gone looking for her. She inquired, "Are you okay, my dear?"

"Y-yeah! I'm so sorry, I'll go make your tea now!" She hastily wiped at her eyes, "You can go b-back to reading milady."

Mimi shook her head as she used an iron pair of tongs to push the kettle on its pivoting bracket off the flame whereupon the whistle quickly died out, "If you don't want to talk about it, its okay. I have memories myself that haunt me every day."

Dia's eyes widened, "But you're so strong and capable. I know you suffered an unimaginable loss when you were only four. I was certain you recovered…" She trailed off as she was deeply worried that she had offended Lady Mimika.

Mimi chuckled bitterly as she sat on the stone floor and gestured her beloved servant to follow suit, "How does one recover from seeing your parents dead I wonder?" She shook her head and squeezed Dia's trembling hands, "You don't recover. You pick up the shattered fragments that were once a peerless and delicate vase and glue them back into a parody of its former glory. Your heart can heal to a point, but the scars are eternal." She gave a sad smile to Dia, the homeless waif who had brazenly charmed herself into Mimi's service two years prior.

Dia swallowed hard and rued that she had been so careful to hide her sin from her mistress, "Milady, I'm sorry for my lapse. It won't happen again, I swear it."

"Please do not conflate concern for your welfare with anger on my part. You have been everything I could ask for in a maid." She gave an assertive nod, "You know after I lost my parents I latched onto substitutes for my lost family…I suspect you have been doing the same thing."

Dia brightened up slightly, "I've seen it. You see Knight Matillia as your mother, Ronna and Siffra as sisters, and Father Bhavin as a brother…right?"

Mimi's shy smile finally bloomed, "You're forgetting someone important."

The girl tapped her finger to her cheek and pondered, "Hmm. I'm not sure who else you are close to. Oh! Is it master Iniabi?"

"No, I'd say that is a partnership and friendship, not kin." She playfully reached over and lightly tapped Dia's delicate nose, "You silly. You're like the little sister I never had. You're part of my family too."

Dia sniffled as the tears resurfaced, "Milady, I don't deserve your kindness. Ever since I've lost papa and mama in a terrible fire five years ago I was frantically looking for a new home." She dared not reveal her unforgivable betrayal as she knew her Lady would stop loving her. As desperately as she cared for and loved Mimika, she would do anything to remain in her esteem, even if meant withholding the truth.

Mimi wiped away a tear herself as she always knew that this brave girl had suffered terrible loss in the past, but had never heard any details until today. She calmly poured out the kettle into crushed tea leaves inside two ceramic cups, and spoke softly, "I know I'm a poor replacement for your parents, but I'll do my best for my adorable little sister."

Dia put her cup aside and dove into Mimi's arms and cried, finally releasing some of the repressed emotions she had pent up for years. "I l-love you, milady. You remind me so much of my sweet papa who always preferred to hide sentiment behind a veneer of utter seriousness."

"I love you too." Mimi reciprocated the embrace and thought to herself, poor thing. My own parents were downright twisted, but Dia's sounded like they had been good people. She decided to lighten the mood slightly, "An overly serious father, but soft in the middle. Sounds like I would have really liked him."

The maid burst out into tearful giggles, "Hee hee. Milady, I know you would have gotten on with papa. I'm sorry for everything."

She stroked her hair and hummed the nursery tune Alouette and cradled her new kin. Ironic that her blood relations had been backstabbing dastards; however her adoptive family truly loved her as she was.

Dia basked in Mimi's warm embrace and thought to herself, I'm so lucky to have found her. I'm so sorry mama and papa, for leaving you behind.

(13) Support Conversation-Iniabi and Chrom

[Submitted by Squidbagger]

Rank C

As he whirled around and struck the practice dummy with his wooden practice sword, his black hair and dramatic cloak blown back by the wind made the athletic young man dressed in a tan shirt and black pants look like a portrait of a great hero, Chrom thought as he admired the technique of Mimi's Scout Iniabi.

"Hyah…Grrrah," Iniabi growled with fire in his brilliant green eyes as he ran the dummy through with a quick succession of deadly strikes; but snapping his blade into kindling.

Chrom chuckled, "Ah, so that's who was making so much racket this deep in the forest."

Iniabi turned and observed his blue eyed Exalt…no at this point in time he was merely his Prince enter the clearing. He remembered well even as a grey-haired and bearded monarch past in his fifties, that the Exalt Chrom from his own world was still exceptionally strong and obsessed with physical fitness. In this time and place he was a navy-haired muscular man in his early twenties only a few years older than the Mage himself. He favored in dark armor with a white cape leaving his right arm adorned with Naga's brand exposed. Iniabi bowed awkwardly as he was unhappy that his secret training spot had been discovered, "O-Oh... greetings, Milord."

Chrom smiled broadly as he realized that either Iniabi had trained in the sword before switching to magic, or had been a Tactician once, "I always like to see a soldier who keeps up with his training." He leaned against a tree trunk and inquired, "Do you always practice magic and swordcraft in hiding?"

The Mage was taken off guard, "Huh? Well, yeah. I'm always training. I always need to be ready to fight and I need to get smarter too." He sighed, "I started my martial arts in the ways of the sword, as both of my parents were formidable warriors."

Chrom picked up a practice sword and smiled gently, "You have natural talent for it. Why did you give it up? You could always combine magic and martial arts, you know."

Careful, Iniabi warned himself. The Prince was obliviously getting uncomfortably close to the realization that he was indeed a Tactician, and was trying to conceal that fact from his liege. "Well, I found out by accident that my magic potential was much higher. So I switched professions. I still practice my swordsmanship so I won't get rusty."

"I see...tell me, would you mind if we trained together? I always could use another sparring partner. It keeps me sharp."

The green-eyed Mage blinked a few times, "Huh? You want to train, with me? I am far below you in skill. I saw your breathtaking duel with Marth after all."

The handsome Royal shrugged, "Indeed I do. Shall we begin?"

"Fair enough." They both got into battle stances with crossed swords, and Iniabi initiated the next phase of his plan. He had already started changing Sumia's destined partner, by subtly deflecting her away from Chrom. Now it was time to guide Chrom toward his fated one. "So I am curious. Why haven't there been any Royal weddings in this generation?"

Chrom's blue eyes narrowed in annoyance as he slapped his blade hard into the Mage's. "And what business it is of..." He trailed off and started to chuckle, "Ha, ha, ha. You know I like a follower that speaks his mind. I can't stand the court bull plop anyway."

"I meant no offense, Chrom." Secretly he knew from knowing Exalt Chrom in his home world that the Captain of the Shepards detested secrecy and obsequious yes-men; he always preferred those who spoke their minds.

"Hmph. I think you did, but never mind." They traded light practice blows, with a smirking Chrom penetrating Iniabi's block and tapping his shoulder. "Firstly my sister Emmeryn has had many offers since she was twelve to forge alliances, but she deferred them once she saw Gangrel ascend the throne in Plegia. She told me that our troublesome neighbor to the West must be dealt with before she can think of succession."

"I see. I didn't know that." He had been born long after Emmeryn had passed away, so he had only grown up around grandfather Chrom and Grandaunt Lissa.

"My dear delicate sister Lissa is still a little young to consider marriage. She has had preliminary matches drawn up, as have I." They traded blows again and Iniabi barely parried the Prince's strike, as they circled each other.

"What about you, milord? Have you found anybody as a potential match?"

The Prince sighed in unhappiness and nodded, "Yes, I am expected to tie my rule with a queen consort of noble blood." He scowled, "Frankly I would much rather wait until after the Exalt is married, before I consider my options. My best matches are unions with Sumia of house Pinnargentgea, Sully of house Ferhastae, and Maribelle of the duchy of Nordsilva."

"Are those your only options?" He thrust at Chrom who blocked after split second hesitation, "You are utterly in synchronicity with your Tactician, both on and off the battlefield. Have you ever considered Robin a match?"

Chrom was so taken aback, he powered his blade into Iniabi's at full strength, shattering his sparring partner's blade and whacking him upside the head.

The Mage dropped to the soft ground, completely dazed.

"Gods! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

Iniabi chuckled wearily as his head spun, "I-I'll live." He flopped back and just as he blacked out he smiled as he knew he had planted a seed deep inside his liege's brain; the fact that his poised, mature, and beautiful advisor was his true soul mate.

(14) Support Conversation-Iniabi and Robin

[Submitted by Squidbagger]

Rank C

"What the Grima do you think you're up to," a mature woman's voice cut apart Iniabi's concentration as he was thumbing through a thick tome as he sat on a stump. "Don't think I haven't noticed your shenanigans about the camp!"

The Mage pushed back his hat and turned around to face Chrom's wily Tactician. She was tall woman was tall with an attractive face, dark brown eyes, platinum blond hair with twin sidetails. She wore grey-brown boots, warm grey trousers, a matching v-necked tunic, a short brown kilt secured with a broad leather belt with brass buckles and dark gloves. She also wore an elaborate hooded black cloak with plum and gold accents. Iniabi's jet black version was in fact the very same cloak gifted to him by his grandmother Robin. "Hello Robin. I'm not sure what you're referring to."

She snorted in indignation, "Cut the plop. The matchmaking. I'm the Shepard's Tactician, and keen observation is my forte, even as my memory is a grey blur." She noted the talented mage had expressive and intelligent green eyes, messy black hair, and a pleasant face that looked oddly familiar. He wore black boots, gloves, hat and pants, with a tan shirt. His black cloak was neatly folded away at his feet.

Gods, she has changed so little from my memories of Grandmother Robin from my world, Iniabi realized. This Robin had fewer wrinkles, and she was far more athletic, but otherwise, her razor-sharp mind was exactly the same, and her nearly white hair was unchanged from the silver that he remembered so vividly. He reluctantly lied through his teeth, "I'm not playing Cupid, Robin, I'm only performing a service of boosting combat prowess and troop morale."

"Horse plop! I know you were discouraging Sumia from pursuing Chrom, and you even name dropped me when discussing Chrom's future prospects." She was unable to hide the slight flush in her cheeks as she berated the handsome mage, "Knock it off!"

"But I am doing my best to help our forces. Like Sumia's flower fortunes, I have a knack of divining the compatibility of people." He shrugged, "What I do is point out suggestions. I am not making anyone do anything they do not wish to do. They are always free to disregard my advice."

"You shouldn't interject yourself into people's lives though. Let their bonds grow organically."

"I'm afraid with fighting off Plegian bandits and undead Risen that the natural road to love, platonic or otherwise, is off the table." He looked eyes with her as he was unwilling to let even his darling Grandmother derail his scheme, "Robin, isn't our job to win every battle?"

Robin dropped her accusatory finger and sighed deeply. "Yes."

"Then we must remember when Sumia and I pair up people via romantic advice, is simply the back side of the same coin when you pair up people for combat."

Robin blinked as she realized that the Mage was far cannier than she initially thought. Her blush intensified as she stubbornly stood her ground, "That is a false association. You are meddling in people's hearts; all I do is direct pairings in combat based on complementary skillsets and personalities."

Iniabi broke into a wide grin as he crossed his arms, "Ah, I see. So what you do is purely a platonic promotion of bonds. Nothing more."

"E-exactly right."

"Good. Very well then, you often pair up the same fighters together. Is it fair to conjecture that their bonds will deepen with each successful outing?"

Robin could now see her King on the checkered board was in dire peril of being checkmated. She spoke a little too forcefully, "Certainly! The deeper the emotional connections are, the better the odds of winning the day. She looked defiant, "I do not intend to lose a single one of the Shepards or the Arrowhead Scouts if I have any choice."

"Most commendable Robin, and I agree with you completely." He then calmly sprung the first bear trap, "So those bonds have no possibility of turning to romantic feelings, then?"

Gods, he sounds just like a Tactician too, Robin rued. "I…I cannot deny that. But I am not doing it to set people up. I just want to help Chrom the best I can. If blooming romances is one of the side effects of victory, then that is a minute price to pay."

Iniabi sighed inwardly as he set off the second trap, "So the fact that you paired up with Chrom yourself in all of the battles except the Battle at the Longfort was an unintended side effect too?"

Robin seethed in frustration. She had raced ahead in blind indignation and grossly underestimated her opponent. "It is at Chrom's request. He favors having a magic user guard his flanks as he charges in recklessly."

"And yet it is you and not Xolette or myself he favors as backup. I wonder why…"

Robin slumped slightly and smiled graciously in defeat, "Checkmate. You're right. If I pair up with Chrom too often it may lead to misunderstandings. I'll mix it up a bit more."

"Really? I would advise the opposite. I've seen how you effortlessly fight and plan together." He broke into a comforting smile, "Remember that close bonds can easily remain platonic. You have a beautiful professional relationship; there is no reason it can't stay that way indefinitely." Except he knew that was a blatant lie regarding Chrom. He knew full well that the Prince was falling more deeply in love with Robin every time they fought and strategized side by side; of course he was still too deeply in denial to understand his feelings.

"Hmm. So noted. Please be careful. Hearts are delicate things. Do not treat them roughly."

"I will. I promise, Robin." He smiled warmly at his clever grandmother. Gods, he had missed their battles of wills so much.

She smiled herself, "I underestimated you once. It won't happen again, Iniabi."

"Hah. I'm sure you won't Robin."

"Chess match. Tomorrow after lunch. I want a rematch."

Iniabi's eyes sparkled with joy mixed in with a twinge of regret regarding his manipulations, "You're on!"

(15) Support Conversation-Mimika and Lilith

Rank C

Deep within the keep of Regina Ferox, and after the heartwarming reunion with two of the Terrible trio with their daughters, everybody had returned to bed. The only exception had been Jezebel, Lilith and Mimika. Lily slithered to the door, gave a wink to Jezzy and spoke, "Hey sis, take ten. There's food still out in the mess hall." Plus I want to be alone with my darling Lady, she added silently.

The other lamia took the hint immediately, "Ya, I know." Jezebel glided past her younger twin and smacked her rump playfully. Good luck sis, she prayed.

Mimi smiled weakly in the torchlit corridor of stone and saw her waifish friend had an adorable face shining with youth, glowing red eyes, uncontrollable crimson hair, and a gaudy tan and aquamarine striped starfish hairpin on the left side of her head. Her serpentine tail was mostly overlapping crimson red scales, speckled with black patches. Similar scales adorned her checks, neck, and lower arms. Black talons tipped her immensely strong fingers. She wore a thick cloak to ward off the severe cold but only magical radiant heat gemstones glued to her tail kept her from falling into complete torpor from the biting chill. Mimi sighed, "So you conspired to get us alone. T-thanks again for rescuing me from that dastard Casval."

Lily frowned as her way too serious Lady abased herself yet again. She shook her head firmly, "No charge, sweetie." She saw Lady Mimika was even more beautiful than normal in the light of the flickering braziers. She was attractive, with pale skin, pitch black hair, moody sky blue eyes framed by delicate lashes, and gentle warmth that Lily found more addictive than any drug. She was dressed with black tunic pants, and cape with a red lining. Her family crest with a red background, black snake and silver halberd decorated her chest.

"Look, I know you're fond of me…I'm deeply flattered Lily. I just don't think I'll work out." Mimika hated to burst this sweet beastkin's bubble, but she didn't want to lead her on, "First off, I don't even want to get married or have an issue. The cursed blood of Paraglaive line should end with me."

Lily giggled and wagged her finger, "Nope! I wanna see more baby Paraglaives!"

That was not the response Mimi expected. She blushed at her mortifying thoughts, "Look, you don't even know me that well. Shouldn't something like marriage be reserved for soul mates who know each other i-intimately and accept teach other's flaws and virtues without conditions?"

The Lamia giggled at her Lady's precious earnestness. Mimikins was so gloomy and utterly serious on the surface, yet she had the warmest and most generous heart that she had ever known. "Who said anything 'bout marriage? Mate or mistress will be fine. I'm not fussy."

Mimi's face bloomed with uncontrolled heat. She mused, Naga preserve me that her new ally was so brazen. She envied Lily's boldness as she didn't share her own timid habit to jump at shadows and second guess every word. She exhaled sharply and then noticed Lilith's shivering tail. Without a word, she went into the room, and emerged a few seconds later with a wool blanket that she used wrapped up the Lamia's tail. "I k-know you're cold. I hope t-that helps."

"Oh, my darling," Lily gushed as she swept the bashful noblewoman up into a bridal carry, and joyfully licked her cheek.

Lily winced and still found the gesture a bit gross, but the girl's antics were becoming less shocking every time they met. In a backhanded way, she was starting to find her unfiltered and open nature downright endearing. "L-look Lily. I'm not ready to commit to any kind of relationship. Thanks for your kind offer to extend my bloodline, but two women can't make a c-child anyway."

"Oh how little ya know, Mimi," Liliy giggled. "Lamia can breed with anyone. Old or young, male or female, human or beastkin. Anything goes."

"No…I'm sure that's incorrect. No beastkin pairings within their clans or with humans of the same sex can produce offspring. I'm certain from my research that that is an inviolate rule."

"Well, maybe not ordinary beastkin, but Lamia were artificially created by the Grimleal."

"W-what," Mimi blurted out. "Hey Lily, put me down!"

"Awwww…okay." She gently put her love back on the ground. She winked and then pulled her into a gentle cuddle with her scaled arms around Mimi's waist.

"You were made? You're not a natural species?" Mimi's eyes grew wide, as she had never heard of an artificial beastkin before. She spoke with open wonder as she traced her cool hand over Lily's scaled cheek, "I know the Grimleal are the most fanatical worshipers of Grima, the Fell Dragon of Ruin. How did they make you?"

"Well, my sister and I were hatched out of the same clutch from our mama, Amber. She was the first Lamia. Jezzy says that she once overheard them mentioning that she was human before they captured her. I don't remember papa, but apparently he was a kind boy."

Mimi tried to stop her watery eyes from releasing tears as realization dawned, "You two are orphans just like me, aren't you?"

Lily face fell as she cried too, "Yeah. Mama was carrying us, and they killed papa and turned her into a Lamia, changing us into beastkin as well. Mama died soon after we were hatched."

"Gods, I'm so sorry, Lily." Mimika sniffled as she gave her friend a soft embrace. "You were tortured too I know. I saw the scars on Jezebel."

"Yeah. But then Master Kasrin and his friends stormed the dungeon and killed all the dastards. He freed us. Once I was unshackled, I made them pay…all of 'em. I made them suffer." Her fangs automatically clicked into place as her poison glands pulsed and red eyes flared with additional brilliance.

Mimika was starting to get alarmed at Lily's enraged expression, "Hey Lily, look at me." She placed her hands on her shoulders and squeezed urgently.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Sorry, Mimi." She bowed her head as their foreheads touched, and her poison fangs retracted as her Lady's soft touch made her breathing slow to normal. "Master Kasrin adored ya as a kid. He spoke of you every night, and how you were horribly maimed. He also told me about how ya blew yourself up to save many of the Irregular's lives. I asked him to describe every detail about Lady Mimika Paraglaive; my tragic heroine." She wiped at her eyes, "Gods, I always had an image of the star crossed Lady in my head but they were never half as pretty as the Mimi I now know." Please love me back she pleaded silently as her sad crimson eyes looked into her Lady's.

She drew closer only for Mimi to softly cover her mouth an inch before their lips touched. Mimi was softly crying too as she kissed Lily on both cheeks tenderly. "I'm sorry Lily…I'm s-scared. I can't return your feelings….for now."

Mimika removed her hand, and the Lamia kissed the back of it tenderly, "For now…that means there's hope for us." She beamed and wiped at her wet cheeks, "I'm scared too. I'll wait until the day I die for ya to care for me the way I care about ya." She reluctantly released her hold, although every instinct told her to never let Mimi go.

"G-goodnight Mimi. I hope one day we can fight together permanently instead of for one day."

"'Night, milady." She saw the door gently click shut as the Lamia sat down and ran her clawed hand over the warm blanket. Someday she'll love me. I can't accept any other outcome. She smiled at the empty hallway and prayed to Naga for her singular wish to someday come true. She knew that she would be the best mate ever!