All right, this one's a little short, and it kinda just… came on a whim. Really, I don't know how I came up with this, but I thought that it'd be fun to write. Anyway, this takes place sometime after Part IV, Chapter 5, but there really aren't any spoilers. Hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem.
Um, a Stork!
Theme: #60. Look-Alike
Genre: Humour
Characters/Pairings: Amy, Marcia, Makalov, Reyson
Amy's eyes widened and her mouth gaped slightly as her head bent back to stare at the person in front of her. This was the first time that she had ever seen someone with wings. Actually, this was probably the first time that she had ever seen wings as white and luminous as Reyson's. The fact that she had just seen him transform back from his bird form most likely added to her astonishment.
However, though his no-doubt extraordinary transformation should've been the basis of her amazement, it was not. In fact, the cause for her sparkly-eyed stare was something entirely different…
The young child waved good-bye to Astrid as the paladin left the inn. Turning around, she saw Makalov let out a long, contented sigh, to which Marcia gave an annoyed glare. Skipping over to the bar, she climbed atop one of the stools and focused her attention on the two siblings.
"What're you sighing for, you no-goodnik?!" Marcia demanded crossly. "Lady Astrid's way too good for you!"
"I don't know what you're talking about! She's clearly in love with me! I say that it's up to her who she thinks is good enough!" Makalov replied, taking another rather timid sip of his drink. Despite his brave words, he still shrank back JUST a little bit at his sister's voice.
"I can't believe you're drinking already! It's not even noon!" his sister exclaimed. "What the heck does she see in you anyway?! If I were her, I'd have gone for a man like General Geoffrey, or Kieran even! They're both better than a chowderhead like you!"
"You know, it'd be great if I were married to someone like Astrid," Makalov said with a sigh. "Could you imagine going home and having a face like that greet you? And she's so kind and generous, too!"
"Are you even listening to me?!" Marcia cried, slamming her hands on the counter. "And who'd want to have babies with you anyway?!"
"Babies?" Amy murmured to herself. "Miss Marcia, Mr. Makalov?"
"Hmm? Oh, Amy, I didn't see you there," said Marcia, her head turning in surprise. "What did you want, munchkin?"
"You said that no one would want to have babies with Mr. Makalov, but… how would they get a baby?" she asked, her big eyes innocent and expectant. Marcia's and Makalov's expressions were not quite so eager, however.
"Oh… Uh… well, you see," the pegasus knight stammered, not knowing what to say. "W-Why don't you ask your mommy to tell you, sugar dumpling?"
"But Mommy never tells me when I ask!" Amy protested, pouting.
The two siblings exchanged looks nervously. How were they going to explain to a six year-old girl where babies came from?
"Just tell her the old stork story and leave it at that!" Makalov whispered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, just go for it! I'm sure Calill will find that appropriate!" he answered with a shrug.
"Okay… Well, Amy, when… when two people love each other as much as your mommy and daddy do, the Goddess will bless them with a baby," Marcia said carefully, taking care to keep the expression on her face even.
"Really?" Amy asked, her mouth agape in wonder.
"That's right, kiddo. Then the Goddess gets this big stork to bring the baby to the parents," Makalov replied.
"So a big stork brought me to Mommy and Daddy?" she repeated. "But what's a stork?"
"Umm, it's a big white bird with huge wings and a long beak and legs."
"Wow! I hope I get to meet Mr. Stork one day!"
"Child? Are you well?" Reyson asked, his delicate brows drawing together in concern. He had barely noticed the little girl when he had landed. Perhaps he had scared her with his shifting.
"Do you remember me, Mr. Stork?" Amy asked, finally regaining her senses.
"Ex-Excuse me? A stork?!" the heron prince exclaimed. He wasn't sure whether he should be confused or offended.
"Yeah! You're the stork that brings people babies, right?"
Sorry, Reyson, but you're the butt end of the joke. I couldn't help myself. Haha, anyway, hope that made you guys smile. Anyway, leave a review and tell me what you think!
--FireEdge--
