"And…that's the last of it…" Morgan sighed with relief as he placed the last few flower petals into the pile. He and Cynthia had spent at least two hours putting the petals in a pile, and they couldn't even think about how long it would take them to move the pile out of the tent.
"Thanks for helping me, Morgan." Cynthia said, moving the petals to the side.
"It's no biggie," Morgan replied.
Cynthia found it odd that Morgan never seemed curious about the flowers, but as she thought about it, Morgan is unpredictable and pretty much goes along with anything. He was the sort of guy that was so carefree and energetic, which most people would find unusual for an amnesiac.
"Morgan, where are you?" An annoyed voice called.
He peeked outside of the tent hesitantly, almost like he was nervous. In front of him stood Severa, holding a plate of hearty stew.
"Did you need me for something, Severa?"
"Well, the other day you wanted to taste my cooking, right? So here." She explained, handing him the plate and a spoon. Cynthia had heard about their little argument the other day. Apparently, Morgan got her irritated (who doesn't?) by questioning her cooking skills.
Morgan wolfed the stew down in a matter of seconds. He burped loudly and had a huge grin on his face. "Wow! That was delicious…" He commented. "However, I feel like its missing something. I just can't quite put my finger on it."
"What is it?" Severa asked.
They were interrupted by a screaming Inigo.
"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" the ginger haired womanizer shouted. "NOIRE'S GOING TO KILL US!"
Everyone sighed. It wouldn't be a regular day without Inigo getting in trouble with the ladies; and certainly Tharja's daughter wasn't one to mess with.
"I'm not even going to ask what you did this time…" Cynthia sighed.
An arrow was shot out from above, nearly hitting Inigo in the head, but just flew past the top strands of his hair. He freaked out, and got the heck out of there. "SHE'S PYCHO, I TELL YOU!"
"BLOOD AND THUNDER!" A maniacal voice yelled from the trees.
Oh no.
Everybody ran for the hills, covering their heads. "Stand still, Inigo!" Noire cackled, firing three more arrows.
"I'm just a guy eating stew!" Morgan cried, holding up his bowl.
Hours later, Cynthia, Severa, Morgan, and Inigo were still hiding in bushes. They were exhausted. Not even fighting risen gave them as much of a workout than Noire did.
"…Do you think you could just not be yourself for one day, Inigo?" Cynthia groaned. "You know not to upset Noire. She gets very…um, scary when that happens."
"Okay, sheesh! I learned my lesson! When are you guys going to give me a break?"
Severa pushed Inigo out of the bushes and made a dash for her life. "You can thank me later!" She yelled, as she tugged Morgan and Cynthia's arms.
"Hey, that is so not cool!" Inigo complained, with his face smeared in mud.
They heard Noire's cackling and Inigo's 'tortured' cries. The three of them couldn't help but burst out laughing at Inigo's misfortune.
Back at the camp, they all practically collapsed on the ground.
"Ooh, I think my legs are all sore now," Morgan winced, as he looked at his knees. "I'm going to go see if my mom has anything to help the swelling go down." Morgan slowly waddled away towards Chrom's tent. The girls could see Inigo in the background, being scolded by his father, Gaius.
"That…was tough." Severa panted. "Who knew Noire had such precise shots?"
"Yeah, Robin should really put her on the front lines more often," Cynthia suggested.
"You know, I was kind of surprised you kept up with the rest of us." Severa commented.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're a Pegasus knight, and they don't do a lot a running, just flying around." Severa explained. "So I just assumed you were a bad runner. I mean my mother is, despite all her perfectness."
"I guess we shouldn't make assumptions about people now, can we? Am I as much as a loser as you thought I was now?" Cynthia asked.
"As much as I'd hate to say this but, no; I don't think you're a loser. You might actually be close to being even considered as an equal to me." Severa confessed, looking away. "Don't tell anyone that or I'll kill you."
Cynthia was shocked at Severa's words. Yes! She finally warmed up to me!
"Aw, you're so nice! Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." Cynthia assured, putting her hand on Severa's shoulder.
By the time Cynthia had said that, Severa had already fallen asleep. She was even snoring.
"Well, that was quick. She must have been REALLY tired."
She stared at Severa for a while. She admired her long black hair, and her beautiful face. Cynthia's face turned red and she quickly snapped out of it. She looked around to see if anyone was in sight. 'Ugh, stop dreaming, Cynthia! You gotta do something to make dreams a reality!' She said to herself.
She sat there, looking at Severa. 'No one's here right? Not even Chrom or Robin?' She thought.
After taking a deep breath, Cynthia leaned in and kissed Severa.
She wanted to tell Severa how she felt, but couldn't bring herself to. So why not just kiss her while she was sleeping? That sounds like a great idea!
Cynthia didn't remember how long it lasted, being in a complete trance after. She backed away slowly, and her cheeks felt as hot as a Bolganone spell.
"I..I've always wanted to do that." She whispered, with a huge grin on her face.