Word count: 121 words.
.79 - Byleth and Sothis and Festivity
"I have been thinking," Sothis says one evening. "I would like a dress. For this little ball of yours, I mean."
Her words—and poking—beckon him from slumber.
"You know no one will see it."
"That matters not," she huffs. "Am I not allowed to be festive? Must I forever be condemned to the corner? I think not! I wish to be among you silly mortals for a change."
"I suppose I can go look for something in town tomorrow," says Byleth after some consideration.
"Please," the goddess folds her hands with a playful little smile. "Gather something for yourself as well. I will not be seen with someone so... spiritless. "
"I don't believe you have to worry about that."