AN 1: Meet the Shepherds! *insert Flintstones opening theme* Right then, here you go… read or die… heh that's a manga/anime.
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Chapter Seven
The Wanderer Meets the Shepherd's.
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Lissa was the first one through the large open doors, followed by Robin and finally Fayt. The back building was larger on the inside than it had appeared outside. There were training dummy's of all kinds lining one wall… some had scorch marks Fayt really didn't want to know how they got. Others were nearly shredded, and there were even two missing heads.
"Go ahead, make yourselves at home!" Lissa said, to which Fayt collapsed just inside the door with his back to the wall. There was a chair… but it was fifteen feet away. He wasn't even going to try for it. Slowly, and for the first time since he'd awoken in that field, he began to peel those long boots off of his feet. As the first clattered to the floor next to him Fayt stared on forlornly. The pants were too long as well. What, had he taken someone's clothes then been hit in the back of the head and left for dead?
The shepherds were talking… or, the one with the umbrella clutched and bowed between her hands was. She was upset about something; someone putting her on pins and needles or something like that. Fayt was trying to pay attention this time, he truly was. It was just that his feet felt soooo good through the sock as he rubbed at the sole's. Ohh, her name was Maribel. She had been worried over Lissa though he couldn't tell why. Fredrick seemed more than capable of keeping everything other than the bugs away from the girl. Hell, if he stepped to close to her he felt the lance tip pressing between his shoulder blades(figuratively). Naturally, the girl could yank him along all she wanted… actually he still felt like dagger eyes were stabbing him repeatedly every time that happened.
A shadow loomed over him causing his gaze to turn up and see a VERY big and VERY muscular man standing there. Fayt looked both ways hoping for some relief and perhaps the chance to skip out on a conversation with someone he didn't know…. Actually, that was everybody. While he knew ABOUT the shepherds and the other amnesiac he'd been travelling with, he wouldn't say he actually knew them. He was here because Sir Shiny wanted him dead, and the blue haired prince wanted him not dead. It was a rather easy choice actually.
"The Vaike heard you all had a pretty hard time out there without him." The body builder stated while staring down at him.
"The who?" Fayt questioned.
The man went on as if he hadn't said anything. "If Chrom had brought teach, then things would have gone easier." Right… another weird one. Fayt feared he was the only normal person here. Next thing you knew they would have child soldiers!
"Vaike, leave Fayt alone! He's had a rough time!" The voice of Lissa reached his ears from the other side of the wall of a man… who had apparently been speaking of himself in the third person. It was decided, he liked Lissa most of all these people… even if she wore weird clothes. "Come back over here and meet our new tactician Robin!" The girl cried out elatedly. "You should see all the tricks he's got up his sleeve!"
Fayt, assuming the man would do as the princess requested moved to take off the second boot. They were easy enough to remove; after all, they had been made for someone bigger. When 'the Vaike' belched from afar Fayt knew he was in luck. The man was more of a group person, and had thus moved over to join them. Robin was joking, Lissa was laughing, and… the umbrella girl was huffing past him bent slightly out of shape.
She paused for a moment and eyes him critically up and down. A slight nod in his direction before she left was… approval, maybe? He wasn't actually sure, nor did he think he wanted to be. At least some of these people fit his image of a noble… well the only image in his head anyway. Of course, there was the possibility that his image was wrong, what with the amnesia and all.
Robin seemed to function properly in various situations. Thus, Fayt felt that perhaps their degree's of amnesia were different. The man at least seemed sure of his phrases, word play, and the tasks he was assigned. When Fayt had been instructed to light the fire at camp the day before, he had been staring at the wood pile for a while before Robin asked what he was doing. THAT was embarrassing; especially after the other amnesiac had done such a simple job of things in the end.
A shadow that slowly walked past turned out to be the blue prince. Perhaps Fayt's pace had slowed them down more than originally thought. If Prince Chrom was already here, then Mr. Shiny was undoubtedly close by as well.
A thud drew Fayt's eyes to the 'face to the floor form' of… one of the girls he had seen. While he didn't know her name, he felt a bit sorry for her. It wasn't every day that someone tripped over a… what had she tripped over anyways? "Sumia! Are you alright? Those boots of yours again?" Chrom said and questioned as his walk turned into a light jog, which quickly carried him to the recovering girls side.
Wait… had she tripped over her own feet? "No! … I mean yes!... I mean," the girl said which was followed at the end by a frustrated sigh. Her nose was bloody, was he the only one who saw the blood? Apparently, since the others just let it be.
"All right," Chrom began… while ignoring the muttering form of trip girl. "Everyone listen, in the morning we'll be marching to Regna Ferox." Fayt's face buried itself into his now foot smelling hands… which quickly was retracted. Please let him stay behind.
"Regna Ferox?" Robin chimed in with obviously peeked curiosity. Personally, Fayt didn't care. He just wanted more than a single night rest. He was only two days old as far as he could remember, and in all that time some part of his body hurt from being on the move.
The rest of the conversation was blanked out between the Shepherds and robin… their newest member. He would no doubt hear of lots to do with the country, the people, their cuisine, their military… and all sorts of things on the trek that way.
Chrom stood before him looking him over when Fayt moved from his trance of inward complaints. (He complains a lot). "You are free to stay here if you choose Fayt. However, I would very much like to see this dual sword fighting style you use."
A quick glance to Fayt's right revealed that Fredrick had arrived not so long ago. A light laugh escaped his lips as he replied. "I'll… be coming along. A few hundred blisters won't stop me." Though he dearly wished that they would.
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AN 2: Yep… I'm losing the drive. I need something to draw me back in and make me want to write this. Something to make me not write the other two I'm working on as much. I blame The Vaike… it's his fault I tell you!
