This is the tale of a princess, taking it upon herself to push herself down, down, out of the royal hierarchy of her kingdom until she was associated with the royal family of a kingdom far from her home.
This is the tale of a market girl, seasoned in growing her own fruit and vegetables and no beginner in the art of the barter, married to the future king's right hand man.
This is the tale of a young woman, far from home, who misses her family more than she'd care to admit.
The blue hair is a giveaway for any foreigner from her home kingdom. The gene runs in her family, but she can't bring herself to dye it, unlike her husband did. His hair changed from his natural brown to a silver colour on a whim, along with their friends, who took drastic measures to conceal their identity. They took up jobs in the army, but tired of a lifetime of fighting, she settles in a small apartment above the market place, and sets up shop each morning, selling fresh vegetables and fruit that she spends her afternoons cultivating. In the evenings she cooks dinner, and prays that 'Laslow' will come to see her.
He works for the crown prince, a mercenary by trade. He keeps Prince Xander safe at all hours of the day, yet is renowned for shirking his work and flirting. He hides his wedding ring she bestowed to him in the pouch he keeps by his side at all times. It adds to his character, he explains to her, that he has taken up while living in the kingdom of darkness. She reminds him that he was like that before anyway. His flirtations don't mean anything, though, and she knows that. He will always return to her.
One morning, while she ties her apron around her waist, piling her hair on top of her head, she hears a familiar thud behind her, and spins around to see her beloved leaning against her stall, his partner, Peri, standing beside him.
"Good morning, Luci," he smiles, the whiteness of his teeth still dazzling her.
"Good morning to you too, Laslow," she returns, "what can I do for you?"
"Xander wants apples, so here I am. This is the best stall for food in the marketplace, right?"
"He says that to every pretty girl behind the stall," Peri fills in, and Lucina rolls her eyes.
"I'm sure he does," she laughs, and lifts a paper bag from behind her, filling it with apples. "Free of charge," she declares, passing the bag to Laslow. "Give my best to the prince," she says, bowing ever so slightly.
"Goodbye, my flower," he says, winking at her as he leaves, followed closely by Peri's grumbling and threatens to kill him. He turns back to the stall and nods at her, and she smiles in return, getting the message meant only for him.
They always create a buzz in the market place- not only is he remembered for his flirtatious ways and she for her threats of violence, but their liege was a Big Deal, and that made them a Big Deal too. She sighs as he walks away, knowing that if he keeps his unsaid promise and does come home that night, it won't be for long. Another customer comes up to her, this time an old woman who frequents her stall, and she serves her, her mind of her mercenary.
He's waiting for her when she gets back from tending the carrots in her field, sitting by the window. She leaves her haul on the counter, and moves over to kiss him, not bothering to say anything. When he pulls away- it's often him, this weather- he's smiling, as usual. She sighs, with a smile, and goes to the kitchen to make a start on dinner. He joins her, and she's glad, since he's an infinitely better cook than she is. Although his definition of helping is very different than hers, since he wraps his arms around her hips and peppers kisses down her neck. Eventually, she gives up on the meal and lets him have her, since it's been so long since they've had a lot of time to themselves.
"Our country is at war," he mentions casually, as he dresses himself again.
"I know."
"That means that I have to fight."
"I know."
"You should enlist to keep me safe."
"I'm done fighting, Inigo." He flinches at the use of his real name, sitting back on the bed beside her.
"I know, I know. But you're so talented. You were better than the three of us put together," he laughs, and she smiles, knowing that it was probably true. But now she was unfit and out of practice- they wouldn't take her even if she wanted to join.
"You better not die," she says suddenly. "I need you alive."
"Let's go home when the war's done."
"Okay."
She smiles, and then he's gone. She finishes dinner and pretends like nothing else happened.
He is pestered by Niles and Arthur when he gets back.
"Where did you go?" They ask. "What were you doing?"
"I was visiting a lady friend of mine," he says with a wink, slipping past them.
"We all know what that means," Niles answers, a smirk on his face that won't be wiped off, no matter what Laslow says.
"Surely a man of your age and physique should settle down with a wife and have a family," Arthur suggests, concern over his friend's wellbeing clear on his face.
"Wouldn't you like to know what I get up to?" Laslow jokes, but Arthur hit closer to home than he would ever imagine.
"He means he's never going to marry or have children, because he likes his freedom."
"What's the name of this 'lady friend' you were visiting?" Arthur asks, genuine curiosity taking over.
"Don't we all have places to be?" Laslow tries to excuse, making a move to go to his watch point outside Xander's office.
"Not without you divulging information. Who were you with?" Niles pesters.
"Th-that's none of your business!"
"Ooh, was it Luci? The market girl?" Peri asks, flouncing along the corridor to meet up with the three men.
"A market girl?" Niles scoffs. "Laslow, I thought you had higher standards than a market girl."
"Oh, but she's real pretty. And she's totally in to Laslow too!"
"I never thought I'd see the day," Arthur says, dabbing at tears forming in his eyes.
"Please, it's nothing."
"I bet she wouldn't like it if you said that!" Peri laughs.
"I-"
"Do you go to see her often? Did you-"
"That's enough!" Laslow calls, throwing his arms in the air and marching past her.
"He did," Niles informs as soon as he's out of earshot, causing Peri to burst into raucous laughter.
Suddenly, without anyone realising, everyone in the army is getting married. Two of the Hoshidans, Hana and Subaki, are first, followed by Oboro and Hinata. Odin and Selena publically renew their vows, masked as a wedding to their peers. Lucina attends, sitting near the back, a smile on her face as her best friends declare their love once again. Laslow is asked over and over again when will he marry, but he doesn't answer.
"That market girl is married, you know. You're a home wrecker, Laslow!" Peri declares one day, and he merely laughs, shaking his head. They're in the market once again, and Peri gets distracted by a stand of sweets, so he makes his way over to his favourite fresh produce stall. She's just finishing serving another customer when he comes over, and she wipes her hands on her apron.
"How can I- oh." Her face falls as soon as she sees him, causing him to panic. Has he done something wrong? Have his flirtations finally got the better of him? Has she fallen out of love with him? She calls over to the girl on the stall next to her- "Maria, can you mind my stall for a few minutes?" With a nod and a 'sure' from the slightly plump girl, she motions with her head to the building looming behind her, and he walks around the side of her stall. He takes her hand, and is surprised when she doesn't shake him off.
"Is something the matter?" He asks, his voice soft. As soon as they reach the back of the building she turns to face him, her voice serious and her face to match.
"I'm pregnant," she says simply.
He flies towards her, wrapping his arms tight around her and pressing endless kisses to her cheeks. He whispers of his love for her, over and over again, and when he pulls away, he's crying, shining tears running down his cheeks. Lucina smiles, and she returns to her stall, a smile plastered on her face the rest of the day. Maria asks her why the prince's guard was crying, and she answers with a smile and a nod, words not forming in her mouth.
Midori is born in the middle of May, and after that the babies seem to come in from the army at an almost alarming rate. But since many children's parents are both in the army, Xander insists that they're sent to the deeprealms, where they're safe. Lucina insists that she's keeping her baby, but upon Laslow's recommendation, she decides perhaps the deeprealms are the best place for her child. The war is taking over the country- more and more people are losing their lives at Garon's army's hands. This baby's life is precious, and she won't risk its life for anything.
She continues work as normal, although gardening is becoming a problem as her stomach swells. She drafts a poster for the notice board, asking for more help, for someone to hold the stall down while she takes some time off after delivering. Laslow still visits her, as often as possible, and sometimes he can stay overnight. They somehow manage to retain a semblance of what their relationship was like back in Rosanne. Each day he tells her of how the war is progressing- yesterday, the troops sent to Notre Sagesse didn't return to the palace, and Xander suspects they were snapped up by Corrin's rapidly growing army.
"When will one of the many girls you take out for tea make an honest man of you, Laslow?" Xander asks one day, when Laslow stands by the fire.
"I only take them out for tea, milord," he smiles, eyes sparkling. "Little does everyone know, but there is one girl in particular that holds a special place in my heart."
"In the army?"
"No, no."
"Is it the market girl Peri tells me about? I heard she's married, Laslow. I wouldn't be pledging your life to this 'Luci'."
"My mother is the only girl that matters to me, my liege. I have no interests in pursuing married women."
"Keep an eye on that womanising, though. It's not becoming of someone so close to the royal family to have a reputation of being Nohr's biggest flirt."
"I'll make sure of that, sir."
Selena is far away with Corrin's army, having pledged herself to Camilla who would do anything for the dragon princess. She writes letters to Odin and Laslow and Lucina, and they find out much about her life. Corrin has married- a cavalier named Silas who was her childhood best friend. Lucina smiles at the notion of this- it sounds so similar to her own story. Then, another letter- Selena has had a baby- Ophelia- a beautiful girl with fiery red hair. She too has been sent to the deeprealms to keep the baby safe. Selena seems worried about Ophelia's wellbeing, but doesn't say anything directly, at least not to Lucina.
It won't be long now until her own baby is born, but Lucina insists on working as long as she can. The young girl she hired to help her does just that- and suddenly their sales boost. Lucina suspects the girl is popular after work hours as well. One afternoon, just as she's packing up her stock, a man asks her about her eye. Lucina doesn't know how to answer, and mumbles something about a birth defect, and being blind in one eye. The Brand doesn't inhibit her vision in any way, but it sounds believable to the man, who quickly disappears.
It only occurs to her after the new girl joins, but she suspects that many people in the market, including the delightful Maria from the next stall along, work in the underworld at night. It's not something that she ever had reason to think about before, but she knew how big Windmire was, and she knew that most of the population didn't come near the market. Many people in the market were seedy anyway, and she wouldn't put it past most of the sweet sellers to sell other things when the sun set. On more than one occasion, she too was asked to travel under the city, where apparently there was a whole other city- bigger, busier. Her hair would sell well, she was told, and her eye was a draw. But she always moved her hair away with her left hand, drawing attention to the gold band on her ring finger. She didn't need the extra money anyway.
Two days after she quits work, a cry rattles out over the market, causing everyone to fall silent for a second. It doesn't repeat, so everyone moves on with their lives, apart from Maria, who glances up at one of the apartments that looks over the city. She gets her assistant to watch the stall, and she carefully makes her way up the rickety wooden stairs to knock on the door of the apartment. After a moment, the door opens, and Lucina appears, her hair messy and her face tired.
"Is everything okay, Luci?"
"The baby's coming," she says, and as she does, she bites her fist, breathing heavily.
"Okay, Luci. Let's get you help."
Maria leads Lucina to her bed, getting her to lie down in just the right position. She heats water over the fire and gets clean cloths from the cupboard. Everything happens quickly after that- she checks to see how far along Lucina is and almost immediately tells her to push. Within minutes the baby is there, and Maria wraps her up and hands her to her mother, who can only look on with tired eyes. It's a little past midday Lucina realises when she glances at the clock, and she makes a mental note of it.
"Pink hair!" Maria exclaims, sitting on a seat she's brought back to the bedside. "Where's your husband? I've never seen anyone here with you."
"He's fighting in the war," she answers, and before Maria can get any ideas, she adds: "I haven't seen him in a long time."
"In about nine months?" Maria asks, and Lucina can only help but laugh.
"Do you want me to fetch anyone for you? A doctor, family member, friend...?"
"Could you go to the palace and tell Odin? He's a retainer to Prince Leo," Lucina asks, and Maria raises her eyebrows.
"Can you really see me marching up to the castle walls and asking for a retainer to a prince?" She laughs heartily, before her voice lowers considerably. "Is he..."
"My cousin," Lucina admits. This small detail won't tie them to Ylisse, and she really doubted Owain would mind her implicating them.
"Fine, fine. If aside from your husband, he's the only family you have, I'll do you a favour."
"Thank you, Maria."
She holds the baby close to her chest as Maria leaves, staring into the baby's eyes. She brushes the little amount of hair away, and notices, in her right eye, a very faint brand of the exalt.
"I'm here to request a week off," Laslow announces, and Xander looks up from his scribbling, raising an eyebrow.
"Laslow, we are at war. Is there a good reason for this, or do you just want a rest? Because if it's the latter, I can't allow it."
"My wife had a baby," he says quietly.
"Your what?"
"My wife had a baby," Laslow repeats, a little louder.
"You said you weren't married. This sounds like an excuse to me." Xander narrows his eyes at the mercenary. Laslow rummages in the pouch attached to his belt, and lifts out his wedding ring, holding it up to the light.
"We married back in my home country, and she came with me to Nohr. She... she works in the market."
"Luci?"
"I pretend just to flirt with her to cover up our actual relationship. We've been married for... it must be nearly five years, if not more."
"Fine. But bring her in tomorrow. I'd like to meet those close to the people who work for me."
"Thank you, milord."
He leaves the room, slipping the ring back onto his ring finger.
Odin knocks on the door of Lucina's apartment, and when she opens the door, her cousin flounces on her, almost knocking off her feet. Laslow follows close behind him, a bag in hand. He moves to the other side of Lucina, looking over her shoulder into the bundle in her arms. His eyes fill with tears, and he drops his bag, taking the baby out of her arms.
"Have you named her?" He asks.
"I thought you would probably want to."
"Mother always mentioned wanting to name a child after the sun. So..."
"You have an idea?"
"Soleil."
"Perfect."
"Xander wants to meet you."
"The prince?"
"You're used to meeting royals," he points out.
"That's true," she sighs.
Lucina passes Soleil to Odin, who croons at his new baby niece while Lucina dresses herself respectably to go to the palace. She hears the story from Laslow about how their marriage wasn't believable enough, despite the fact that they had been together longer than Lucina cared to think about, for that involved thinking about the timeline she abandoned. Once she was dressed, she took Laslow's bag and tucked it away in her bedroom.
"Who's this, who's this? Luci's come to visit!" Peri exclaims. "And she's got a baby." Her face falls. "Xander's going to kill you, Laslow! If I don't do it first, that is. He'll be so disappointed."
She shakes her head, and Odin takes her aside to explain to her what happened. Laslow offers Lucina his arm, and she takes it as he leads her through to Xander's office. She marvels at the corridors- it's a lot more impressive than the palace at Ylisstol, she can safely say. Paintings cover every wall, in gold gilt frames. Laslow knocks on the mahogany door, and a deep voice from the other side says 'come in'. He opens the door, and Lucina follows him inside, noting the blond man's raised eyebrow at her and the baby in her arms.
"Milord, you wanted to meet Luci, so here she is." She takes a step forwards, balancing Soleil in her left arm.
"Xander," he introduces himself, standing up and holding her hand out to her.
"Lucina," she offers. "It's good to meet you, your majesty."
"Explain to me, Lucina, since your husband is so secretive. Why did you pretend that you weren't married?"
"We had to leave our previous lives behind, changing everything. It was easier for us to get on with our lives if we pretended to have no connection. On the same topic, Odin is my cousin, too. His mother and my father were siblings."
"And what, pray tell, did you do in your home country?" Xander asks, leaning against his desk. He clearly doesn't buy her story, even though she's telling the truth.
"We ran a fruit and vegetables stall in the market in town, just like I do know. We lived on a farm."
"You're telling me that Laslow here got his skills with the sword from chopping vegetables all day? I find that highly unlikely."
"... before that we were in the army," Lucina admits with a sigh. "Both of us."
"You too?"
"She was one of the best. That's what happens when you're the daughter of the-" Lucina shoots him a look, and the silver haired man stops mid sentence. "General," he finishes.
"Why don't you join up with us?" Xander offers. "We could always use more fighters."
"I just had a baby," she points out. "I'm in no physical position to pick up a sword again."
"Very well, Lucina. It was nice to meet you today. Your little girl is beautiful, and I'm sure she'll grow up to be just like you."
"Thank you, your majesty."
Soleil is sent to the deeprealms when she is two weeks old, and Lucina quickly realises she is alone again. Laslow leaves her to go back to the palace, and she decides she may as well go back to work. She starts taking care of her crops before going back to the stall, stretching her limbs and getting back to health. The other stall owners are glad to see her back, as many came to visit her and her family when she was on maternity leave.
Laslow visits her late one night, when she was already asleep. She recognises his knock on the door, and flies to it without a second thought. He's wearing his uniform; one not dissimilar to that Selena wore. This immediately sets panic into Lucina's mind. Why is he on her doorstep in the small hours of the morning? He walks in and leans against the kitchen table, a look of concern on his face.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"We're leaving. The skies are going to change, and Corrin wants us to meet up with her when they do. She won't say why and Xander is hesitant to go, but we're going to meet her at the bottomless canyon to see what all the fuss is about."
"When will you be back?"
"I don't know," he admits.
"You better not die. I need you alive. Soleil needs you alive!"
"I won't. I promise."
He puts a hand up to her face, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. Tears roll down her face, and he wipes them away. She hastily brings her hands up to her eyes, rubbing them until her tears disappear. He leans in to kiss her, and she accepts him, pulling him closer, closer, until she physically can't anymore. She can taste the salt from his tears now too, and he pulls away to wipe his tears, laughing slightly.
"Laslow."
"I have to leave."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Come home safe."
"I will."
He disappears into the night, leaving Lucina to cry herself to sleep.
She continues with life as normal, although she gets many questions in the market about where her baby was. She says she sent Soleil off to live with relatives to keep her safe from the war, which isn't entirely a lie. The deeprealms will keep her safe, and fortunately, people sympathise with her situation. Another market girl, loathe as she is to describe herself as that, had a child and sent it to live in Izumo, where the war only briefly passed through. Maria often comes round for tea, and they talk about how the war has ruined Nohr.
One day, when Lucina had already packed up her stall and sunset was already dragging in, Garon and his men paid a visit to the market themselves. It was the only legal shopping facility in Windmire, and therefore was often visited by those who didn't know about the illegal underground city. Garon himself never appeared, though, and as soon as he did, an unnatural hush fell over the market. He didn't say anything, yet slammed the Bölverk down into the stone slabs that made up the ground, its power causing the entire marketplace to crack.
When Lucina and her assistant get back from the farm, they swing by the market stall as usual. However, this time, there's a deadly silence. Much of the ground has been destroyed. Stalls have been toppled and stock lies all over the place. A building on the far side has collapsed and there are dead bodies lying out in the middle of the square. Instinctively, without even asking each other, Lucina and the girl split up, checking pulses of people who are lying, some trapped under their stalls, some out in the open. Lucina finds Maria unconscious, and when she lifts her wrist, she can feel no pulse under the woman's skin. She takes a step back and says a silent prayer.
The girl on Lucina's stall helps her bring her business into the underworld, a vast cavern that stretches under the city. She makes her money here, selling her fruit and vegetables, and although she meets more unsavoury people, she finds it easier to make money, so she stays, returning to her apartment at night when it was safe to leave. The royal guard were friendly enough with her after finding out she was Laslow's wife, and usually let her pass without question.
The main benefit of working in the underbelly of the city was hearing all the news. Gossip spread like wildfire, and that worked well for Lucina when the call came out that the soldiers were returning home today. She dropped the potatoes she was cleaning for an old man and apologised profusely before whipping off her apron and running above ground. She had rarely run this fast in her life- only when her life was in danger- but she didn't care. He was coming home, finally.
A large crowd had gathered along the street going up to the castle, and Lucina pushed through the crowd to the front. Corrin is up front, her eyes tired and her body barely upright, riding on the back of Silas's horse. Azura rides on Marzia, while Camilla walks, head tall and a smile on her face. Ryoma is behind her, and Hinoka and her Pegasus knights fly above. Lucina's eyes spot Xander, and Peri is on her horse close behind him. She can see Selena and Odin, with a red headed mage between them, chattering away to Odin. But there's no Laslow. Lucina's hands fly to her mouth, and she takes a step backwards, right into an old lady.
"Sorry!" she manages, unable to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"No problem," the lady says, waving a hand. "Or is there? Did he not come home?" Lucina shakes her head- she hit the nail on the head.
"He should be there." She points behind Peri, before Leo, where there's kind of a gap big enough for him to be.
"Go home, dear. You're distraught. There's no point in you watching waiting for him when you know he's not coming."
"But-"
"Go home," the old lady reiterates, and Lucina nods mutely, wandering off almost in a daze.
It's a long walk today. It would usually only take ten minutes, but today it drags out over half an hour. She wants to go home and sleep, but her feet won't even carry her home. She trudges through the streets, leaving a trail of tears behind her. The market place, when she finally gets to it, is still torn up, although repairs have begun to it by some kind souls who care much more than they should. She slowly walks up the steps to her house and unlocks the door closing it behind her and sinking to the floor as soon as she got inside. She rests her head on her knees and sobs loudly, not caring which of her many neighbours would hear her.
"Surprise," a soft voice came from in front of her, and she looked up, suddenly threatened by the idea of another person in her home. Sitting at her kitchen table was Laslow and someone she didn't recognise. She disregarded the other person entirely, and ran straight across the room to Laslow, wrapping her arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder. She drew back after five minutes of sobbing and hit him on the arm, a face like thunder.
"I thought you were dead, you son of a bitch! You ditched that homecoming thing to come here, and you bring some girl with you! You..."
"Calm down, mama. He thought it'd be nice to surprise you," the girl spoke up, and Lucina glared at her.
"That was not a nice surprise at- wait. Mama? Who are you?"
"Lucina, remember the way I told you that time flowed differently in the deeprealms?" Laslow started, hoping that Lucina would figure it out on her own. She glanced at the girl, taking in the long pink hair- and the hair band, white with gold sparkles, just like a dancer Lucina remembered from home.
"Soleil?"
"Nice to see you, mama," Soleil offered, and Lucina rushed over to her, embracing her tightly.
"You've grown up to be so beautiful," she says, her hand lingering on the girl's shoulder. "Just like Xander said you would. Oh, I'm so glad to see both of you!"
"Did you see Odin?" Laslow asks.
"Saw, yes, spoke to, no. Was that girl with them-"
"Ophelia!" Soleil fills in, and from the look on her face, Lucina can tell what her daughter thinks of the other girl.
"She's your second cousin, so watch yourself," she warns, mother mode on immediately.
"Mama!" Soleil argues, a blush appearing on her cheeks.
Soleil sleeps on the sofa, and since it'll only be for a few nights, she doesn't complain. Lucina lies in Laslow's arms, her tears finally stopped and a smile on her face. It's strange to share her bed with him again, and she knows that soon, it'll be permanent, when they move back to Rosanne.
"Are we moving back?" She asks quietly. They had talked about it before, but no solid plans had ever been made.
"As much as I'd like to stay, I think it would be best for us to leave now, before any proper decisions are made, rather than part way through whatever rebuilding process Xander puts in place."
"Is Garon dead?"
"Yes."
"Then we can go. Odin and Selena too, and Ophelia. Inigo, I miss home. As much as I'm embarrassed to admit that, I... I want to go home."
"Then I'll take you back to your kingdom, princess," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Requesting... to leave, sir."
"What?"
"This is me, resigning."
"You're quitting?"
"Yes. Me and Luci are going home with Soleil. Odin and Selena will be coming too, as far as I'm aware, since we're all from the same place," Laslow explains, wincing as he waits for Xander's response.
"...okay. Request granted."
"What?"
"You can go home. I'm not a slave driver, Laslow," Xander smiles. "You've done so much for me these past five or so years, and I'm greatly appreciative of that. Come back to visit sometime, though. Your tea girls will miss you."
"I thought you'd say no. That you'd need my help rebuilding Nohr."
"I have Peri, and there are so many others that will help too. Charlotte, for example, who I'm sure will bring Benny with her. Nina can step in for Odin, and perhaps we can convince Velouria to take Selena's place."
"It was an honour to work alongside you, King Xander. I wish you all the best, and I'll keep in touch."
"Thank you for all your service, Laslow," Xander says, offering his hand.
"Inigo," he corrects.
"What?"
"That's my real name," he says, stepping forward to shake the king's hand.
"Well, Inigo. May the gods look down on you with grace."
The hills outside Hoshido are green, and from the top of the hill, Lucina can see the harbour, many tiny boats floating in the ocean. One larger wooden boat stands out, it's sail a stark white against the blue of the sea. Inigo takes her hand, and Severa leans against her shoulder. Owain is already running down the hill, followed by Ophelia, who would do anything to follow in her father's footsteps, and Soleil, who would do anything to follow Ophelia.
"We're nearly there," Inigo reminds softly.
"Almost home."
"It's been a long time," Severa agrees, running a hand nervously along one pigtail.
"Let's go," Lucina says, following Owain down the hill. Tipping her head back and staring at the sky she yells: "To Ylisse!"
A/N: This is the penultimate part of this fanfiction (a sequel to Epilogue!) There are more parts on my ao3 that come first, but if anyone's interested I can post them over here too! Also: What is everyone's opinion on Soleil x Ophelia? I really like the ship but they're second cousins in this so ;; i'm not sure what I want to do with them yet.
