No matter what world she found herself in, Caeldori always found peace in the air.
The sky was her last consistency, the great blue expanse surrounding and enveloping her in a blanket of comfort and familiarity. Clouds lazily hovering above her like nature's own parasols shielding her from the harsh sun. Wind curling and pressing against her at every turn, dip and dive. The simultaneous heat and cold of the high altitude, sending chills down her spine while also warming her core.
High up at the edge of the world, things were always so simple for the girl. There weren't any pressing matters to attend to, no practice drills to perfect or plans to draft. Work wasn't her companion, those were only numbered by her horse and her thoughts. The only place where her mind could be as clear as the expanse before her. One last consistency she held from her past.
If there was one thing that didn't seem to change from coming to this new world, it was that flying was the same. And flying was just about the last semblance of home she had left. Lessons from Princess Hinoka come back to her memory as she decided to be a bit of a dare-devil, whipping downwards at a reckless speed before performing a quick corkscrew, then looping up and around before leveling herself and her mount once more.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She cheered, knowing that no one would ever hear it other than herself. In all this uncertainty, she at least remained the knight of the skies. The last Sky Knight in a world full of Pegasus Knights, carrying on her father's legacy and making one of her own. Nothing would ever change that, and she'd keep that title for as long as she could ride.
But the sun was moving past its zenith, and she had an appointment to keep. Last thing she needed was to upset her aunt of all people.
In the fields surrounding the city, Morgan sat on a solitary log in the middle of a long abandoned field as her Pegasus paced around it. Whoever owned this plot of land had either fled from or died in the last war, and there wasn't anyone around who felt like claiming it. Whatever crops grew here once upon a time had long since died and shriveled away, the rows remained untilled and unplowed. Instead of lines of growing produce, there was just weeds as far as the eye could see. Grass retaking what humanity had once claimed. Off in the distance, what was left of the farmhouse hung in a depressed slump. The roof was missing half its shingles, paint peeled from the outer walls, what window panes remained were broken in random forms.
Still, Morgan found solace that this place didn't seem to be brought to ruin directly from the hand of the conflict. Neglect killed this farmstead, not violence. If the original owners were still alive, the could come back. If new farmers made a home out of this place, it wouldn't be haunted by ghosts of the past. Moving on was still possible, for this farm, this country, and maybe for her as well.
She wasn't given the same mercy as the land around her, war had injured her directly. Severa warned that if her memories returned, she might not like what was once in her past. The world she and her companions flee'd from wasn't one you could reminisce fondly of, it hurt everyone who could remember it. And with her memories back, she couldn't help but compare the changes that they had all undergone.
Brady and Laurent remained similar, if not more morose. Yarne was obsessed with the survival of his species. Inigo went from a shy introvert to a shameless womanizer, if only to keep smiling through all the pain. Owain put on theatrics, pretending to be the hero he so desperately wished he was. Nah grew up before she was ready. Noire became even more meek. Kjelle just dove into her training, she became obsessed with strength. Gerome just gave up on the world, Lucina gave up on her own humanity. Severa… gods, her sister went from someone so sweet to someone so angry at the world.
A sharp, dry, annoyed laugh cut the air around her as it left her breast. Through it all she remained bubbly and aloof. Always cracking jokes and trying to be their positive one as the world burned around them. Someone had to do it, and being happy came easy to her even before she lost her memory. The benefit of being too young to remember her mother and her father before the died, it lessened the blow compared to everyone else. Plus she was the youngest in the group, everyone seemed to be relieved that she kept up some semblance of being a kid.
Still, with her memories renewed… her own personality was changing. She could see it herself, she smiled less. She hadn't pulled a prank in months, too much work and too much on the line. All her time was thrown into developing new strategies, keeping the people around her alive, being something for those same people to look up to. But colder then before, harsher. Not long ago she would never snap at anyone for anything, and yet over the past month she'd lost count at how many times she intimidated people out of her audience.
She was turning into her father. Her first one, from her own time. Cynical, calculating and focused. For Gods knows how long she wanted to be that person, he was her idol then and he still was now. But now that she was finally slipping into that mold, she realized just how much she wanted to remain her own person.
Flapping wings broke her out of her self reflection, her head snapped up to see the person she was waiting for out here to finally arrive. The white pegasus landing perfectly in front of her, wings folding at its sides before it's rider hopped down and gave the girl a careful pat on the side of it's long snout.
Caeldori's armor still confused Morgan. The spaulders of a Chon'sin Swordmaster, paired with the tunic of a myrmidon, encased in Valentian Pegasus knight armor. The outfit she arrived in was different, apparently she had gone to tailor to get a new set of clothing made for her. Apparently this set better reflected the outfit she wore in her old kingdom. If that was true, then their men must be very poorly armored. But far more mobile, Hoshido must focus more on speed and offense over holding the line.
"Sorry I'm late, Aunt Morgan! My head got a bit caught in the clouds." Caeldori apologized, bowing sharply to her elder and holding the pose until she was addressed. Her grandmother's red hair flowed around her, hanging towards the ground as she awaited permission for her to stand upright once more.
"Yeesh, you're formal. I'm your family, Caeldori, not a princess." Morgan responded with a cheeky smirk, politely returning the bow and rising in tandem with her tardy student. If only everyone else she spoke with was as polite as her. Another trait only matched by Cordelia's own cordial nature.
"In Hoshido we're taught to give reverence to our sensei. Er…" Her candice was broken as native tongue slipped out, spurring an embarrassed blush. "Teachers! Teachers, right."
"Caeldori. Relax." Morgan comforted, her grin only growing larger as her junior kept sputtering about in front of her. "This isn't a test, it's a lesson. For someone who's usually so confident, you'd think you'd know not to wind yourself up for this."
The Sky Knight nodded, taking in a breath and centering herself. "I'm just hoping I get this right. I don't want to disappoint my parents or you." She finally admitted.
Another dry laugh left the elder soldier. "Psssh, please. Have you seen our family? I don't think we could disappoint if we tried." She stated, trying to reassure the doubtful knight and dissuade any doubts in her abilities.
Unfortunately her words had the exact opposite effect, pressing Caeldori's worries even further forward internally. She was constantly worried about not living up to her own standards, and being surrounded by people who were far out of her league never did much to calm those fears. She had to get this right, or else she'd just end up embarrassing everyone involved.
This time though, Caeldori had to be snapped out of her thoughts, a book being thrown at her and smacking into her chest. Caught off guard and off footing, she fell to the ground with an unceremonious flop as she tried to juggle the object in her hands. She landed on her rear, avoiding further embarrassment, her eyes shooting down as her face once again shared the same penchant as her hair.
Morgan's free hand shot up to cover her mouth, trying to suppress the laughter that came at such a silly sight. "Sorry, sorry!" She said, trying to convey some sort of apology over her schadenfreude. Her poor niece was a wreck as is, she didn't need to get kicked while she was down… in more ways than one.
Shaking her head, Caeldori finally looked at the book that rested in her hands. It was covered in hard brown leather, a golden lightning bolt emblazoned on the front. The thing was… heavy, denser than any of the novels she read in her spare time. Flipping it open she would see lines upon lines of green tinted script rushing down it's pages. The writing was packed together, filling almost every part of the parchment.
"Is this homework?" Caeldori questioned, confusion overtaking her previous embarrassment as she flipped through each page. The writing seemed to never end, going on and on in a nonsensical rampage of words. Meanwhile Morgan laughed openly, taking Caeldori's last statement as something of a joke before realizing she was all too serious.
"They didn't have tomes in Hoshido?" She asked curiously, coming forward and taking a cross-legged seat at the front of her company. She withdrew another book from her hip, placing it in her own lap.
Caeldori shook her head, sighing as she gave up on making sense of what was inside the thing and shut it closed. "No, our magic was more based on scrolls than anything else. They summoned animal spirits, not… actual lightning."
This was news, Morgan had never heard of magic like that before. "Animal spirits encased in scrolls… so, what, you channel energy into the scroll itself and it spurs the spirit out? Or do you have to say some kind of rite to get them moving?"
Caeldori laughed nervously, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment. "I uh… I don't know, actually! I never used any of them, just healing staffs. Sorry."
"Figures." Morgan grumbled, shrugging before pointing to the book that Caeldori still held tightly. "So you've never seen a spell tome before?"
"Well… some of the Nohrians had them. A friend of mine, Ophelia? She was a dark mage like her father, and she had a bunch of tomes." Caeldori explained, opening up her thunder tome once more and running a finger under one of the sentences. "I just… never knew that this was what was inside them."
Morgan smiled, she always enjoyed the reactions of people who didn't know much about anima magic finally having to see the work she had to memorize to even get a spark of lightning out of her fingertips. "Wonderful. Well… you were half-right. You're going to need to try and memorize what's in this tome if you ever want to be able to use it to its full extent. But you're a reader, so that shouldn't be a problem right?"
That revelation caused all color to drain from Caeldori's face. A book this large would take her a solid week to read through, and triple that to memorize it. She just bought a new set of books from the town market too, this world had a plethora of romance novels she could just lose herself in.
The girl groaned as she realized how much of her free time she was going to sacrifice just to learn a new skill. But she felt a hand settle on her own, and her gaze focused upon her aunt's reassuring smile. "Hey, I'm not gonna leave you out to dry here. I'm gonna teach you everything you need, and I'll help you whenever you get stuck. Alright?"
The ghost of a smile crept up on Caeldori's face, and she nodded in agreement. This wasn't going to be easy, but she'd already done plenty on her own to try and become the perfect sky knight. Now she had help, and that was enough to make her feel ready for whatever came next.
"Good." Morgan confirmed, taking her own tome in hand. She rose to her feet, wiping a grass-stain off of her purple-colored skirt before signalling for Caeldori to do the same. "Now, try and memorize the first few pages while we walk to a little practice range I've set up. Your pegasus and mine can entertain each other for a bit."
The two redheads walked together across the barren field, dirt and long dead plants crunching beneath both of their boots. They made their way to the side of an old barn house, bottles and old refuse sitting on the dilapidated window sills. They were freshly placed by Morgan, targets for Caeldori to practice the bare basics on.
"Right, so. Before we begin, a crash-course." Morgan noted before drawing out her tome once more, a long lightning lance imprinted on the cover. She flipped the book open, casually fluttering through the pages as she set herself up in front of a wheelbarrow off to the side. "Magic's made up of what mages and sages call the Trinity. Light, Anima and Dark. Each has its own characteristics and uses, as well as its benefits and drawbacks."
She waited to make sure that Caeldori was following along to continue. Thankfully the girl came well prepared, a notebook and quill already working wildly to keep up with her instructor's instructions. "Light magic's the first category. Depending on who you talk to they might call it holy magic or healing magic. Staves are imbued with this stuff, and people can be trained pretty easily to use them to heal wounds." She clicked her tongue. "Buuuuut, its not just useful for healing wounds. You can weaponize it with the right tome, rare as they are. And they are really, really strong too. Especially against dark magic. Anima magic can dispell light magic pretty easily though."
"Why are the tomes so rare?" Caeldori asked, not looking up as she kept jotting down notes from the lesson. "Wouldn't something so powerful be made readily available? It seems like a waste of a potent resource."
Morgan wagged a finger. "Good question, my young pupil." She answered jokingly, much to Caeldori's chagrin. "It's called holy magic for a reason, in order to use the stuff you need to be an exceptionally strong cleric or sage. One of Naga's own chosen, honestly."
"And Naga is…?" Caeldori asked, giving her aunt a quick look.
"Naga is the Goddess of this world. Bluntly put she's the most powerful dragon to ever exist, she's the patron goddess of Ylisse actually." Morgan continued to lay out. "The power isn't the surprising thing, she's… honestly the most benevolent being you could imagine. Kind beyond comprehension, and she's willing to help people no matter what. I've only met one woman as compassionate as her."
"You talk like you've met this Goddess in person, Aunt Morgan." Caeldori pondered in disbelief, her quill finally going still.
"...There's a lot of things you need to learn, Caeldori." Morgan answered ambiguously, pressing onto the next topic as her observer looked on in confusion. "Next: Anima magic." She rattled off as the trainee resumed her scribbling. "This is the most natural magic in the world, it takes the form of different elements at varying strengths. For example..." She flourished the tome still open in her grasp. "This, is a heavy lightning tome. The one I gave you-" She pointed to the book now hanging off of Caeldori's hip. "-is a thunder tome. Both are imbued with thunder magic, but mine is a heck of a lot stronger than yours."
"Will I get to try yours out?" Caeldori asked excitedly, taking a moment to beam up at the magical book in question.
"No, because I'd rather you not blow yourself up. Explaining that to Severa would give me a migraine." She pointed out, causing Caeldori to blanche once more and return to her notetaking. Morgan coughed into a fist, continuing on. "Last we have dark magic, or elder magic. You are never going to use this, period. Under any circumstances."
"Because it's evil, right?" Caeldori chirped.
"It's a spell, dear. Magic's a tool, it's only as evil as the person who uses it." Morgan states bluntly. "No, because it's corrosive. Using dark magic extensively can really, really screw with your mind. People who don't know how to control it can go bonafide nuts. Hell, the people who do know how to control it are bonafide nuts."
"But… the dark mages I knew weren't crazy." Caeldori exclaimed, pausing as she thought back on the Nohrian mages from Corrin's army. "Well, they were a little bit, but not in a dangerous way. Just… zany? And nice, too! A couple girls I knew, Ophelia and Rhajat, they were nice! Sure Ophelia was pretty flamboyant and Rhajat was… Rhajat..."
"Different world, remember? Different magic too, probably." Morgan rationalized, this news surprising her more than the animal spirits from Hoshido. Dark mages being nice? That didn't really seem possible, especially after what it felt like the first time she ever used a nosferatu tome. The memory of that was still terrifying, it was like the whole world lost color for Gods knows how long after she activated the spell. Henry and Tharja were both really, really bleak characters too, and after experiencing once what they went through every day… no, it must be different in their world…
Caeldori sighed once more, writing a final note into her book. "OK, no dark magic tomes. No light magic tomes because I probably can't use them. So you're only gonna show me how to use anima tomes?"
"Getting your head around anima tomes'll probably take you a lifetime. Heck, outta my friends, I'm not even the most powerful mage!" Morgan stated, before looking back towards the wheelbarrow. "But I'll still give you a demonstration." She waved Caeldori off, signaling for her to step back a few feet.
Once she complied, Morgan fixed her eyes onto her target. She dug both of her riding boots into the dirt, running her hand across the open pages of the tome. Slowly, the energy from the words flowed from the paper, seeping into her hand and filling her form. With a deep breath, she mentally prepared herself, keeping her eyes locked on the forlorn piece of farming equipment, before jumping into action. The dark flier did a quick twirl, pivoting around clockwise on her right foot sharply before extending her arm forward with an open palm.
"THORON!" Morgan bellowed out, a long spear of jagged golden yellow firing itself out of her hand and blasting air out around her. The pages on the tome flipped freely, her crimson hair fluttering as the bolt of lightning screamed forward at the wheelbarrow. On impact, the unfortunate relic exploded into a thousand flaming pieces, flying everywhere with reckless abandon. Nothing remained where it was, just a smoldering heap of scorched wood.
Caeldori watched the scene unfold before her completely enraptured, shock and awe washing over her as the raw power manifested itself. The smell of the burning wood found its way to her nose, bringing her back to reality after a minute of slack-jawed gawking. "D-do you have to say the name?"
Morgan snorted, the green tint fading away from a section of the book as it's magic was used up. "Heck no, it just sounds a thousand times cooler when you do." She explained simply.
Caeldori could only nod in compliance, shuffling to her aunt's side and opening up her own tome. The green still emanated from the entirety of it's script. "So… how do I do that?"
"You don't, I gave you a weaker tome. When you use that, it should generate a small sphere of magic you can shoot out of your palm. Think of it as a… magic rock projectile." Morgan sniggered at the disappointment that was clearly apparent on Caeldori's face. "Baby steps, Caeldori, baby steps."
"Fine, fine." Caeldori acquiesced, placing a hand on one of the pages. "So, how do I do that?"
Morgan pondered the explanation for a moment, before properly putting it into words. "Focus on the energy you feel on the pages, remember the words and picture them in your mind. Then just channel the magic from the book, through one arm, out the other. Think of your body like a… water pipe, the magic's the water and you're the pipe. Sound good?"
Caeldori hummed, doing as she was instructed. The knight focused as best she could on the words she memorized, letting them manifest in her thoughts as she looked towards one of the bottles resting on the barn's window sill. For the first time she felt the energy pulsing out from the tome, moving in a rhythm on the page. Almost as if the magic was alive and had a mind of its own. But… it wasn't going into her. It just kept brushing against her hand, then flowing back down. Like it was refusing to enter her form, or something was blocking it from slipping into her.
"Um…" She looked at Morgan, the elder of the two's brow creased in thought.
"...It's like your mother said, your aura's out of whack." Morgan noted. "I can sense the energy, it's trying to go in, but something is blocking it. That 'thing' is your aura." Caeldori sighed in defeat, shutting the tome as Morgan kept explaining the phenomenon. "Aura's basically the magic that's in you. It acts like a conductor during spells, but it also acts as a shield from magic. It's why a spell doesn't just light people on fire or cut them to pieces if they're hit by it every time, if their aura's strong enough then they build a resistance."
"So… my aura's stopping me from using the tome?" Caeldori questioned.
Morgan nodded. "Most pegasus knights are drilled spiritually to have a higher resistance in their aura. It keeps them alive in the sky when a mage tries to shoot them down."
Caeldori muttered in acknowledgement. "We… did something like that in Hoshido. But it was called chi, not aura. Sky knights focus it so we can center ourselves better when flying… come to think of it, diviners tend to have stronger chis themselves."
Morgan bobbed her head to the left and right, lifting both her hands in a 'either-or' motion. "Probably the same logic, then. Your aura, or chi or whatever, it's been trained to act as a resistor. But… you're different, your aura's not blocking it actively. It's… really really wild."
"And why would that be?" Caeldori asked, suddenly worried.
"Usually, it's emotional state." Morgan pointed out. "But that can't be it, you seem pretty balanced. Nervous, sure, but nothing that'd cause this much disruption." Caeldori shook her head, sheathing the tome on her hip once more as disappointment and shame wrapped itself around her. Morgan's frown grew, and she put a hand on her niece's shoulder. "It's not the end of the world, alright? Not like I expected you to start shooting death from your fingertips in one day." She comforted. "Let's just get back to the castle, your parents're probably waiting for us."
So the two pegasus riders made their way back to their mounts, across the ruined fields. Both the white and black animals were amongst each other where they had left them, grazing on the fresh grass that the two had sat upon just an hour prior.
Both moved to ready their horses, Morgan having taken Caeldori's thunder tome back. She slipped the thing back into the satchel on her saddle, making sure her personal leven sword and steel spear were safely fixed in place. Behind her she could hear the younger girl coddle her horse, softly petting it while speaking into her ear.
"You've really taken to her." Morgan observed, smiling genuinely. Caeldori turned around, keeping her hands resting on the main of the pegasus as she shared the expression. "It's always nice to see a rider bond with a mount."
"She's just like my old horse back home, Temari. Bit of a prima donna, and she's got the same monster appetite. But down in her heart she's so kind, arencha girl?" Caeldori gave the horse a quick scratch under its nose, the ride whinnying happily.
"Well." Morgan rested herself against Caeda, the black pegasus snorting as her master used her as a backrest. If a pegasus' eyes could roll, her's probably did then. "You give her a name yet? Caeda hated it when I used to call her 'horsie' as a kid."
"Hinoka." Caeldori answered. "She was one of my teachers in Hoshido. Eldest princess of the royal family. One of the best warriors I ever knew, and she was… a good sensei." The girl fondly reminisce. "Not just with combat, but she was kind to me. She helped me out whenever I had a problem I was too embarrassed to talk with my parents about. My books, or art, or… boys." That last admittance made her blush a bit.
Morgan chuckled once more. "Ohhh yeah, never talk to your parents about boys. I still haven't even spoken to your grandmother about my love-life. Though I'll probably have to burn that bridge when I get home." Caeldori giggled at her aunt's commentary, the sound jingling like music in Morgan's ears. "...You really do miss your world, don't you?"
Caeldori nodded somberly, her happy smile remaining but… saddening noticeably. "I still dream about home. I remember the cherry blossom trees, they had these pink flowers? Like nothing you've ever seen before, every spring they just filled the countryside with beauty. And… my friends. From Hoshido and Nohr. Sure, they were crazy, but they were always there. And we went through so much together… plus… there was…"
"There was a boy." Morgan deducted.
Caeldori nodded in confirmation, laughing softly at the recollection. "His name was Asugi, he was the son of a ninja in the army. He was more of a thief than a soldier, though… and a bit of a slob too. And he always tried to skip out on his duties! But… I don't know, one day I caught him making a mess in the kitchen. I yelled at him about his clothes and not meeting regulations. After that I started helping him bake things, little treets and candies? We started spending a lot of time with each other, then one thing led to another…"
"I understand, trust me." Morgan confided. "My boyfriend didn't trust me when I first showed up. He thought I might of had uh… undesirable intentions. So he avoided me for a while. But I kept dogging him, on and on… eventually I helped him out of a bind. After that we started talking, then one day he just admitted he liked me. It's probably the happiest memory I have here."
Caeldori hummed, understanding her aunt's words all too well. She took in a breath, going to mount Hinoka's back. Morgan did the same with Caeda, giving the girl a soft pat. "Mother told me you and her came from a different time. Did you ever want to go back?"
Morgan froze as the question hit her eardrums, shocking her to her core. Suddenly everything lined up for her all at once, Caeldori's shakey mood, her inability to use magic, her shakey aura. How didn't she see it sooner? It was obvious from the way the girl carried herself.
Silence rang between them, Caeldori looked at her aunt with worry. Did she say something she shouldn't't have? Did she touch a sore nerve by accident? She had a record of being too blunt for her own good, but it had been a long time since she'd made someone clam up completely.
"You're not just homesick, are you?" Morgan questioned, craning her head over to look at her niece. "You regret coming here."
Now it was Caeldori's turn to sit in shocked silence, averting her eyes immediately. Her first instinct was to fly off as fast as she could, but Morgan was a good enough rider to catch her eventually. She could just not answer, or lie. It'd be easier… and she wouldn't have to worry about her parents finding out.
...No, no it wouldn't. She kept this inside her for the past few months now, and it was starting to tear her apart. The ambivalence of her decision was a rolling storm that never seemed to quiet itself no matter how much time passed.
She needed to let it out to someone. Anyone, and hope they'd understand.
"Mother told me this world was safe. That things would be peaceful, and safe. But from the moment we've gotten here it's just been constant conflict and fighting. We spent our first month running away from an army, now we've spent this one getting ready for a war." She released, just like how she had to her mother at that meeting in Nellis. "I gave up everything for her. My job, my friends, the man I loved, for what? For another world on fire, just after I saved the last one? I nearly got killed how many times, I had to fight a God for crying out loud. Now I'm here doing it all over again. What am I, some sort of cosmic maid fixing everything when it breaks!?"
Silence retook the world around them. Not even the wind or their pegasi dared to break it. The air chilled, and for a brief moment the earth itself stood still for the two riders in that forlorn field.
"You love your mother. But you hate her at the same time." Morgan said for her.
"...I'm a horrible daughter, aren't I?" Caeldori asked in a small voice, a tear falling down her cheek. Hinoka shifted nervously underneath her, the pegasus' head craning up and staring somberly at her master's disparaged expression.
"Don't even think that." Morgan said quickly, having her pegasus trot over. She leaned across, giving the girl the best hug she could. "Not for a moment. I don't think that, neither Subaki or Severa do either. You're not a horrible daughter."
"B-but… what kind of daughter has feelings like this!?" Caeldori asked, choking a sob into Morgan's shoulder as she returned the embrace tightly. "My mother hasn't done anything wrong. She didn't force me to come here! She said she'd understand if I stayed! She didn't even try to guilt me or anything! She just said that she had to come back! A-and father decided to g-go with her… I couldn't just abandon them..."
"You got put into an impossible situation… and you're not the first person to feel like this." Morgan affirmed, lifting her sleeve to try and dry the girl's face. Caeldori lifted her head to allow it, confused at Morgan's odd statement. "You have a lot more in common with your mother then you think, she has a… complicated relationship with your grandmother."
Caeldori nodded, deciding not to press that subject. Something told her it wasn't a topic that was readily discussed anyway. "...I don't know if I regret this or not. I just wish I never had to choose to begin with."
Morgan nodded once more, keeping her arms wrapped tightly around the smaller girl. The two stayed there for a long time, just holding each other. The dry wind danced around them, ruffling their hair and chilling their skin. But they didn't seem to care, they just rested in place, comforted in the other's arms.
Caeldori finally found someone from this world she could bond with, after being afraid for so long she couldn't find anyone in this scary new world.
Morgan knew she wasn't alone in her own thoughts, and she could finally stop being a commander and just be herself.
It was a sad moment, but it was also inside them both, the twin fliers found something they both needed desperately through it all.
Solace.
A/N: I've wanted to write this chapter ever since I introduced Morgan into the story.
Caeldori borrows heavily from Subaki and Cordelia by default, so I do try to make it clear how innate it is that Severa is her mother. Not just in hair color, but in personality and worldview. The reason why I had Robin be her grandfather was to give her more than just two outlets to bounce off of in this story. To keep a sense of a family unit through the narrative beyond just her mother and father. Who knows how she'll act if she ever runs into her grandmother? Or her grandfather, eh?
Coming up next, I'll be posting a separate Awakening campaign one-shot! It's gonna take place right after Lucina tries to take Robin's head off when he hands over the Fire Emblem. Seem sound interesting? Keep an eye out for a new story called 'Unforeseen Consequences'.
Until next chapter, everyone.