I don't own Fire Emblem.
IT SPINS LIKE A BUBBLE
The relationship between the two opposites was so odd already, the camp thought they could see nothing stranger. Yet come one day at free time, any member of the party would have stopped at the riverbank and stared.
For there sat the Angel of Death with his legs crossed looking into the water while a chipper mage kicked her feet softly in the cool liquid. She was blowing soap bubbles that Heath had shown her how to make as Jaffar watched them drift away, but soon stopped and turned towards him. "Hey, Jaffar?" He turned his eyes towards hers. "Can you spin your knife through the string of bubbles without popping any?"
He stopped for a moment before pulling out his smaller dagger. "I don't know. Can...I try, Nino?" The green-haired girl nodded and blew, then watched in amazement as the blade spun through the air, missing every bubble she made.
"Wow, Jaffar! That is so cool!" Nino gushed, pulling the knife out of the water and drying it with the end of her skirt. "You're a really good knife thrower, you know that? And it was so pretty!"
He took the blade back, then with a tilt of his head received the bubbles. After blowing a few into the air, Jaffar barely smiled. "I think I like the bubbles more."