Ch8 took far longer than expected :/ Sorry in advance for how short it is, but with the idea I've got going it would either be that or way long, and I'd rather get the chapter out sooner rather than later :]
Anyways, let's get on with the show, so here's the Speech Guide:
Italics indicates thinking/thoughts
"Quotation marks" indicate speech/speaking
Disclaimer: I don't own FE or anything affiliated/related to it (though I wish I did). I do own the OC Rhiannon that appears in this tale, however.
Rhia paced. And paced. And paced some more.
There was a lot on her mind; the army's stats, her own health, what was going to happen on the upcoming days…and perhaps most importantly, the touchy topic of her budding feelings for the young General.
Yes, she admitted it now; she liked him, and more than a little bit. It wasn't love—at least not yet—but ever since the aftermath of yesterday's ambush she hadn't been able to get him out of her head.
As much as she hated to admit it, her feelings had grown to the point where suppressing them was out of her available options. So, instead of trying to fight the inevitable, she resigned herself to them, trusting that whatever would happen…would happen, so to speak.
Of course, that simple decision didn't make matters any easier; there was still the alarming subject of having to bring this whole matter out into the open…and she didn't feel the slightest bit confident about doing that.
Then again, if I wait too long someone else may snatch him up…Rhia bit her lip while she thought. The real problem, more so than having to confess and all, was that they were such a mismatched pair; after all, Ike was the General of the Crimean Army, while she was…nobody. Sure, she had managed to be friendly with the young general in her short time with the army, but…
Rhia cut off that train of thought. There wasn't any use worrying over what hadn't yet come to pass, and doing so was foolish. Besides, I don't even know what's going through his head at the moment…
That simple realization seemed to clinch the matter for her; until she actually talked to Ike about this whole problem, all she was capable of was idle speculation, nothing more. And yet at the same time, "talking" to Ike was easier said than done…
Rhia paused in her musings. Had someone just scratched at her tent flap? She half remembered hearing something just a moment ago…
A voice muttered softly outside. Flustered that she'd been keeping someone waiting, Rhia moved hastily to untie the knot holding her tent flap closed. When it came loose, however, her jaw dropped at who was standing outside; after all, it wasn't who she was expecting.
It was Soren, and a very troubled expression was on his face…
*Shot for cliffie*
I don't know if I can promise a fast release of ch9, though I do have ideas for it (the lack thereof was part of the reason this one took so long). Just as a side note, Ch9 will probably be the longest chapter in this tale yet, so stay tuned!
As usual thanks for reading,
-ZGS
