Wow, I haven't uploaded in forever! Sorry for the long wait, but I was slightly out of the Fire Emblem-phase. But I just went and played through PoR again and am now in the "mood". Anyway, happy reading!
Zihark/Ilyana Support Conversation B
"Ilyana! Ilyana!" Where could that mage have gone now? "Ilyana!" Footsteps. Zihark whirled around just in time to see a flash of purple hair near the ship's gangplanks. "Ilyana! Get back here!"
Zihark resolved to give chase and ran up the gangplank in pursuit of Ilyana. "Ilyana! Come back here! Where are you going?" He continued chasing Ilyana but she continued running towards an unknown destination.
"Ilyana! Come back here, or the ship will leave with us on it! Remember – Ike's not planning on returning to Tellius!" No reply. "Ilyana!"
A pang of anxiety suddenly struck Zihark's heart when he realized that he lost track of Ilyana and that he was lost in a maze that was about to leave Tellius forever. Zihark decided to take a different approach. Instead of yelling and making noise, he would be soft and quiet – and imitating Volke's movements, listen to the sound of eating and sneak up on the hungry little mage.
He stood still, quietly listening. His ears perked up at the slightest sound: a mouse squeaking, a seagull cawing, or the distant roar of a wolf laguz – but no sound of eating. Ilyana would probably be in the kitchen right about now. Perhaps smelling out the kitchen? Zihark sniffed about for a few seconds, but his beorc nose was unable to pick anything up except for the salty sea air.
Zihark sighed. Perhaps he'd give it up as a bad day and hope that Ike would return once he found out the stowaway that was Ilyana. Now the problem was to find a way off the ship himself. Zihark attempted to retrace his steps but it only resulted in him being even more lost.
"Damn it," Zihark cursed under his breath. "Ilyana, come out now and help me off this ship." As if on cue, Ilyana appeared out of an adjacent doorway, clutching half a loaf of bread and chewing nonstop.
"Ilyana!" Zihark cried. "Thank goodness – come on, let's get off the ship. It's going to depart soon."
Ilyana shook her head, reached a hand through the doorway and swiped out another loaf of bread. Ilyana shook her head again, as if emphasizing a point.
"Ilyana! We can worry about food later – heck, I'll buy you a whole restaurant if you get off this ship now."
Ilyana wouldn't listen and continued chewing on her bread, her purple eyes gazing distantly at something beyond the physical world.
"Ilyana, come on!" Zihark urged, tugging on Ilyana's sleeve. She wouldn't budge. Two loud thumps on the deck awoke Ilyana from her hunger-induced trance.
"Oh no, that must be Ike and his little retinue. We have to get off this ship before they leave! Come on, let's move!" Zihark's voice began increasingly more panicky.
Before they could move a step, however, the entire ship lunged and the up-down feeling of the waves began increasing.
Zihark shook his head. "Ilyana...look what you got us into now. Come on, let's find Ike and get ourselves out of this mess."
Ilyana merely glanced up at Zihark and stared curiously.
Naesala/Leanne Support Conversation C
"Leanne, where are you taking me?" Naesala asked.
Leanne just giggled and playfully scolded Naesala for asking questions. "You'll s-see."
"Okay, but this better be good," Naesala jokingly said.
"I-it will be," Leanne giggled. As they flew over the desert harbor, Leanne suddenly dove into a deep dive, yet she landed gracefully on a ship. Naesala, caught completely by surprise, nearly crashed through the deck.
"Leanne, next time please give proper warning before taking me on a joy ride like that," Naesala muttered, never having been irritated with Leanne before.
"I sorry, Naesala, I thought you would like. You know? Fun?" Leanne said, sensing Naesala's irritation and trying to make up for her error.
Naesala shook his head. "No, it's not your fault. I was the one that instilled these rebellious traits into you. By the way, where are we? This seems like a nice merchant ship, ripe for the picking. Perhaps I can steal a trinket or two..."
Leanne shook her head and pointed towards two swords which lay glittering on the deck.
Naesala's jaw dropped. "Ragnell and Alondite? We're on Ike's ship? What's this for, Leanne?"
Leanne smiled and replied, "We sneak onto Ike's ship. Ike travel far away, we travel with him! I want see new world...I asleep in Serenes Forest too long...I feel too tr-tra-trapped? Confined!"
Naesala understood Leanne's feeling, but he had to think realistically. "Leanne! Reyson would never go for this! Think about your brothers and your father! You can't just leave Tellius and all that behind!"
"B-but Ike! He leaving! So is Soren and Ranulf!"
"They're leaving and it's their choice. But I can't just let you go."
"Fine. You come with me!"
"Leanne!" Naesala exclaimed, surprised at her suggestion. "I'm King Kilvas – I can't just leave my country behind..."
Leanne proceeded to provide a very graphic and descriptive argument on how Naesala had, respectfully, failed as being king during both the Mad King's War and the succeeding war – and how he should simply abdicate the throne to someone else and accompany her.
Naesala had to agree that her argument held some merit, but he wouldn't give up everything he had to go on some wild adventure with Ike! Anyway, he couldn't make a life-altering decision such as this on the spot!
Leanne's sad eyes bore into him and it was surprisingly effective. Naesala found himself slowly caving, and he didn't even realize when his mouth uttered, "Sure, alright, fine. You win."
"Yay!" Leanne said, cheering. "Now we hide somewhere until ship too far out for Ike to turn back."
"All right," Naesala replied. Hiding in a cramped closet with Leanne would be, although bad for his back, very fun.
How was it? Two little support conversations that aren't even real conversations. A bit short, and definitely not my best work. Anyway, R&R and tell me how you think.