Fire And Ice

by Gallian Squad 7

After another skirmish with Muspel, the Order of Heroes has claimed a great prize. The question is, what are they going to do with that prize? What's Fjorm to think when the steady life she'd found gets rattled? What's Alfonse to do with a new responsibility? What's everyone to do with all this teasing material? (Has Fjorm as deuteragonist.)

7. The Sea

Another day, another chapter. I really don't know where my love for this is coming from, but darn I'm enjoying myself! I really hope everyone else is too, because we are at the greatest of all summer clichés!

Beach town!

The Sea

Fjorm was the first to wake up this time.

As she blinked away the remnants of a pleasant sleep, a laugh passed her lips. The first sight to greet her was the first sign of bedhead that Alfonse had ever shown, his hair tousled like a bunch of weeds. It was just so funny to see since he usually woke up with perfect hair.

She would admit to just a twinge of envy considering hers was always such a mess.

Fjorm laughed again and looked to the tent above them, watching the sun stream through the canvas as it rose. While she still very much preferred a proper bed to sleep on, there was something about the way morning arrived in the wilderness that simply couldn't be matched.

Alfonse shifted and Fjorm looked back to him. It was embarrassing to think about how bold she'd become on this trip, but it had been so much fun she didn't want to stop. The only problem was if Alfonse eventually got annoyed with her antics.

What would she do then? Go back to their relationship before this trip where only war and battle filled their time? Where they'd barely so much as smiled or enjoyed themselves, let alone together?

The very idea was terrible.

A yawn broke Fjorm's thoughts, Laevatein sitting up on Alfonse's other side. Her hair was just as much a mess as Alfonse's, and likely Fjorm's, which made her head look like Feh decided to use it as a perch. Fjorm held back a fit of giggles, but she had to bury her face into Alfonse's arm to do it.

Laevatein though, heard the suppressed mirth. "Would you look at that… we beat Alfonse for once."

"Well, we all look like a twister came through." Fjorm said, sitting up too. "Besides, how are you doing? Did a good night's sleep help?"

Laevatein paused before looking to Alfonse and smiling gently. "Yes… it did. I apologize… for getting so emotional last night."

Fjorm nodded and stretched. "Then how about we surprise Alfonse this morning? And I mean breakfast, not another risqué idea that'll get us in trouble."

Laevatein chuckled and leaned down to peck Alfonse's cheek, something shining in her eyes. "I'll save that for the sea, if the opportunity arises. For now, I wish to thank both of you for being here. I… wish my sister was as well, but that likely wouldn't end well considering yesterday's stunt."

Fjorm shivered at the thought of Princess Laegjarn seeing such a scandalous scene, with her own sister at that. Gunnthra, for her part, would have been shocked before passing out from laughter. Laegjarn likely would've ended Alfonse to try and preserve her sister's 'purity'.

That would put a damper on both their plans of white dresses and doves.

Laevatein stood and patted her clothes of imaginary dust. "No matter, we should get ready. We likely only have so long before he wakes, and I don't like the idea of him seeing me in such a state."

Fjorm silently seconded the idea and they picked their way out of the tent. The fire was swiftly restarted, and they set to work, but Alfonse didn't stave off his usual wake-up time for very long.
The moment they heard a rustle in the tent, the girls hurried to organize their belongings and appearances, but Laevatein swore revenge as Fjorm had to wrestle out several rat nests in her hair.

They just finished looking casual when Alfonse ducked out of the tent, a flick of his head somehow fixing his bedhead. As they stared at him in silent envy, Alfonse took a deep breath. "Ah, that smells like breakfast. Sorry for sleeping so late, don't know what made me so tired."

"Having such a heart-to-heart is bound to exhaust everyone." Fjorm said as she passed him some jerky. "Though, we'll need to do some shopping in town, we don't have much left here."

Alfonse took a bite out of the morsel and nodded. "Yeah, good idea. Probably should've kept some of that fruit from yesterday, but we don't have the means to dry it. Laev, how are you doing? Good night's sleep help?"

Laevatein smiled at him and sipped her water. "It did… thanks. Having someone close certainly did wonders."

"In fact, I never want to sleep alone again. That was the best rest of my life."

Alfonse flushed and looked away while Fjorm groaned. Right where they left off, which was both annoying and encouraging.

"At least give me a response." Laevatein laughed, enjoying the way her mind almost breezed along. "Geez, Alfonse, can't you take any teasing?"

Alfonse shook his head and cleared his throat. "W-well, that's a different type of tease, and you know it, I can see it in your eyes. I'm much less… used to such things."

"Considering what we've been like the last few days, that surprises me to no end." Fjorm noted wryly, making Alfonse's blush deeper. "Though I have had the best few nights since this started, I won't lie. Maybe we should make these arrangements permanent?"

Alfonse could tell he was outvoted by a quick glance to Laevatein. He threw up his hands in mock frustration. "Why the hell did we bring three tents then? Sure, it makes sense if Sharena and Commander Anna screwed up our lodgings in the towns, but what'll we use the extra canvas for?"

Fjorm had a dozen ideas pass through her mind, but she came up with one that was bound to work. Later though, better to keep it a surprise. "I'm sure we'll think of something. Let's finish up and get on our way, I want to make the town before noon."

Alfonse shot up and ran to his tent. "Then we mustn't delay! Quick, we must get our things together and be on the road shortly, it's two hours to the town and I just remembered there's a whale migration passing by this week! We can't miss it!"

His panic swept the girls into a confused rush that set them on the road within ten minutes, though not quite as organized as the previous day. It was quite the sight with Laevatein strewn across her horse like fresh game for a dozen yards before everyone got themselves where they belonged.

Once set, they galloped off at best speed for the town. As they rode, Alfonse began to describe the city and what it did for Askr at large.

It was called Limerick and it was a small vacation city that specialized in relaxation and traveler accommodations. The inns were built along the seaside and offered wonderful views of the water while the city was full of stores that catered to everything vacationing parties could ask for. There were even private cabanas and boats, but the main docks were used to support the city's lifeblood of trade and maritime goods.

Alfonse was very clear that the city was much bigger than the village they'd visited, but it would still be a great place to stay and explore the next two days. Especially if they liked seafood, there was no better place to get it than fresh off the docks.

Fjorm was absolutely giddy at the idea. She loved crab and fish after a life of enjoying the bounty of Nifl's rivers, so this would be exciting!

Laevatein was more interested in the idea of sailing. Sure, she'd been out on boats before, but that was always an invasion fleet or some other military vessel. This would be the first time she'd done it for pleasure.

Oh, and she'd nail a fish this time. The very reminder of that damn catfish made her competitive streak flare up.

The rest of the trip was otherwise peaceful, the town gates popping up on the horizon before noon. As Alfonse had said, the city was clearly bigger than the village and much better off with solid stone walls and iron gates to hold out any riff-raff.

Or invading armies, considering the times.

Regardless, they were greeted by the guards. "Prince Alfonse, a joy to see you again! Lady Anna let us know you were due sometime soon."

Alfonse nodded at them. "Good, then we're right on schedule. Would you mind directing us to the Spring Hen? I haven't been by for some time and we need to make sure my sister didn't sabotage our reservations."

The guards took one look at the girls and shared conspiratorial grins. "Of course, Prince Alfonse. The Spring Hen's on the beach, so go down the main road and turn left at the main square. Once you reach the intersection, turn right and head for the statue of your grandmother. The inn's in that square, should see the sign right away."

Alfonse nodded and gestured to the gates. "Thank you. May we pass?"

"Of course, Prince Alfonse." The guards said in concert. "Enjoy your stay!"

The clatter of chains filled the air as the gate was cranked open, the party cantering through into the lively streets of the city. There were so many more people than the village, and it took some close-calls on Laevatein's part before she was able to navigate the chattering crowds with Alfonse's grace.

Oh, right, he was directing Fjorm's horse today.

Anyway, they followed the directions and turned left at the main square, the girls marveling at the massive market that had sprung up around a large stature of the Askran kingdom's sigil. They cantered through the stalls and merchants that lined the next road, everything from jewels to fish on display, but Alfonse could tell everyone was whispering about their little party.

It wasn't a big secret what it was about either.

"Is that Prince Alfonse? What's he doing here?"

"Who are those women with him? They're gorgeous!"

"Don't tell me the Prince is courting them!"

"Our prince? Are you mad, the lad's too upstanding for such Casanova antics."

"But look at them, how else could you describe traveling with those two?"

"Order business maybe?"

And so on. Really, why did everyone assume this was an amorous venture? Sure, the girls had given him some good-natured, and not so good-natured, teasing…

…Yeah, best not to dwell on it. He may start thinking they were actually trying to flirt and catch his eye. Like that would happen on a trip like this.

Laevatein and Fjorm were silently admiring his willpower while cursing it in turn. While it was admirable Alfonse had yet to relinquish the idea of this trip, both girls wished he'd realize this trip had turned into a mostly-friendly race for his heart.

That would let them be a lot more open.

Their thoughts disappeared as they rounded the corner, the statue at the far end grabbing their attention. It was of a woman standing atop a great serpent, a winged spear that looked a lot like Sharena's in hand and ready to impale the roaring creature.

"That's my grandmother." Alfonse sighed as they got closer. "She was known for her eccentricities and tall-tales. Everyone loved hearing one of her yarns and she frequented this town often after Father took the throne. So much so they built that statue in honor of her best story."

Laevatein really wanted to hear that story, but Fjorm started gesturing excitedly as they entered the square. "Look, Laev, the beach! Wow, it's beautiful!"

Laevatein followed her friend's excited gestures and felt herself stare. The beach was a wide stretch of white sand that stretched for miles in every direction, trees forming islands of shade while various awnings and other shelters dotted the sand. There were a lot of people wandering around in swimwear and enjoying the water, but just as many were lounging in the shade or on towels.

Then there was the sea, a sparkling field of rippling blue that stretched to the horizon. Sails and ships of all sizes and colors reached into the sky, their courses taking them where wind and tide wished. Laevatein would later swear that the entire view sparkled as a stray cloud moved away and allowed the sun to reveal its full splendor.

"In case you're wondering." Alfonse said as they approached a building with the words 'Spring Hen' written across a large sign. "This is actually a natural bay. The beach may stretch for quite a while outside of town, but it gives way to land again after that. The actual ocean is another three day's travel from here, but believe me, it's much rougher weather."

Laevatein shook off her shock and looked the inn over. It was a stone, four story building that looked to be a great deal… classier than the humble lodgings they'd had in the village. "Does this place have a stable as well?"

"I see it." Fjorm said as she dismounted, sneaking another pinch on Alfonse much to Laevatein's amusement. "It's around back, with guards too. Alfonse, I thought you only took us nice places."

Alfonse shrugged, barely noticing the pinch on his rear. "It's more for formality than anything. Recruits get assigned to stables all around the city to learn discipline and awareness. The veterans like to stage false raids and burglaries to keep them on their toes and it's a big source of amusement for the locals."

Fjorm giggled and took the reins from the others. "That's bound to be a sight. Come on, I'll get these poor things stabled. You two get us checked in, I want to see those whales."

Alfonse laughed and dismounted, helping Laevatein off and guiding her into the inn while Fjorm went to the stables. The interior of the inn was higher class than the village inn, the foyer dedicated to lovely sofas, chairs, and a botanical garden with a chandelier lighting the room. It even had a dedicated reception counter and what looked like a separate room for dining.

Laevatein whistled. "Big change compared to the last place. How'd you get reservations?"

Alfonse grinned and strode towards the reception counter. "Well, Sharena did, but my family has a standing invitation being royalty and all. If I remember correctly, we got rooms with balconies."

He nodded to the receptionist when they were close enough. "Good afternoon, I'm here to check in. Should be under Volrung."

The receptionist stiffened and put on his best air of service. "Of course, Your Majesty. We've been expecting your arrival, and you're just in time for the start of marlin season. The fishing's good from what the anglers have said."

Alfonse shook his head. "Enough with the formalities. Could we ask one of your employees to help my friend in the stables? She won't be able to carry everything we need up in one trip."

The receptionist nodded and rang the bell next to him. After explaining the request to the bell-boy that ran up, he started rummaging through his desk. "We'll see to it, milord. As for your room-"

Alfonse slumped in defeat, his worst fears confirmed. "Damn it, Sharena, you did it everywhere didn't you?"

He waved away the frightened receptionist's apologies. "Don't worry about it. I was expecting rooms, plural, but no need to kick someone else out on our account. We'll take the one you have ready, it'll be fine for just three."

The receptionist glanced to the impatient Laevatein standing behind Alfonse and bowed. "Very well, milord. The room's on the fourth floor and has a breathtaking view of the sea. Also, should you wish to dine with us tonight, dinner is served at six."

Alfonse smiled and laughed. "Thank you, but I think we'll end up on the town tonight. We're a little late to go out on the beach, but I did promise we'd go whale watching."

The receptionist gave his best professional smile in return. "Well, the next excursion leaves in a couple hours, milord. It should be no trouble getting you and your compatriots on the boat so long as you wish it."

Alfonse nodded and, after making arrangements for the tour, set off for the stairs. Laevatein followed behind, though by barely half-a-step, and observed everything that caught her eye. "You know… how do they make those chandeliers?"

"Lots of glassmakers and smiths." Alfonse said as he glanced to the lighting fixture. "Takes them months to work out the details, parts, and put it all together. Then you have the candlemakers that supply this place having to make a lot more than usual. It's a big investment."

Laevatein hummed in thought, but Alfonse stopped before a pair of doors before she could say anything. "Alright, we're here. Let's take a look."

He inserted the key and opened the doors, Laevatein taking in the room with a curious gaze. It was large, with a sitting area and dining table to one side while a large bed and sofa sat on the other. A large window led out onto a balcony that, even from the doorway, showed the sparkling sea.

There was also another door that, when Laevatein opened it to investigate, revealed an office. "What's this doing here?"

"Oh, that." Alfonse said as he joined her. "That's the office Father used whenever business came up while we were here. My grandfather had it put in because he needed somewhere to work whenever Grandmother was off doing something. There's a shower on the opposite side too."

Laevatein blinked. "What's that?"

Alfonse looked shocked, but shook his head. "I'll show it to you after Fjorm joins us. In the meantime, I claim the couch. Normally, Sharena and I would have our own room, but she screwed us over, so here we are. Take your time and relax, we've got a few hours. Heaven knows I need a nap."

As he went off to do just that, Laevatein had a thought. "Say, what time does that boat you mentioned leave?"

"Two hours." Alfonse called back as he settled onto the couch, not bothering to change. "Fjorm should be up shortly, so relax and get settled. We'll head out once everything's ready."

Laevatein nodded and Alfonse was soon asleep. It was almost too tempting to stroll over and drape herself over him and join the world of dreams, but she could hear voices closing in and she preferred only Fjorm see that scene. Better to draw out the competitive streak and generate ever more amusement.

"Thank you for your help." Fjorm said as she entered the room with the bell-boy from earlier. "I appreciate the assistance. Let me put this down, I'll give you a good tip."

"No need," Laevatein said as she flipped the bell-boy a gold coin. "That should do, so please leave your load over there next to that chair and be on your way. Doubtlessly lots of guests to attend to."

The bell-boy stuttered a thank you, but Laevatein glared and he hurried to deposit his load and almost fled the room. Fjorm, after shutting the doors, sighed. "Come now, there was no need to be so harsh. I was going to shut his little infatuation down anyway."

Laevatein shrugged and took a seat on the couch arm, stroking Alfonse's hair with a mischievous smile. "Well, better to nip it right now. I'd rather not have some envious kid get in more trouble than its worth over this."

Fjorm frowned and marched over to the balcony. "Well, regardless, I think you could've been kinder. Also, please stop doing that, you'll wake him."

"But I want to." Laevatein whined, which made Fjorm stare at her. "And so do you, Ms. 'He may as well give me the ring.' Come on, admit it, you two act like a married couple already. I have to be quick to catch up."

Fjorm looked to the sky and groaned. "Laev, we've had this talk. We act like friends, which is what an ideal married couple would look like. That doesn't mean he so much as realizes either of us love him, so why act like he's dating us?"

Laevatein continued to stroke Alfonse's hair, eyes glazing over. "I just… want to be like normal, I guess. Every experience, every tease and action, it's all reminding me how to live. If that means being the flirt in this triangle, so be it. Who knows…?"

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I may even come out on top."

Fjorm was silent before almost gliding over and pressing a long kiss to Alfonse's cheek, a smile on her face when she looked to Laevatein. "Well, whatever you think works best. Though, I have wondered something."

"What if, no matter who wins, the relationship doesn't work out? What happens then?"

Laevatein tilted her head, confused. She'd never really given it that much thought, considering this tour was basically a long string of dates disguised as a journey of self-discovery. Heck, Laevatein could already see what the Order was fighting so hard for just from the village festival.

The question for her was if she could make her family see reason, but that was for another time.

"I don't think it will come to that, personally." Laevatein said, reaching out to take Alfonse's hand. "After this trip is over and we return to the Order… we'll have seen a lot of each other. Good, bad, and ugly. If that can't lay a foundation for something to last a lifetime… I don't know what can."

Fjorm looked to her friend before pulling her into a hug. "You're very insightful, I'd dare call you wise. Were it not for my sister, I'd name you Maid of Honor."

Laevatein laughed but returned the hug. "Now who's getting ahead of herself? Let me see you with a ring on your finger, then we'll talk."

They laughed and started unpacking, chatter filling the room while Alfonse rested. After they were done, a look to the clock above the doors showed they needed to get going. However, Alfonse would not be roused, not even when the girls threw all caution to the wind and sat on him.

So, they picked him up, put him over their shoulders like a log, and went on their way. Alfonse didn't wake even as they jostled him or as the crowds started speculating if he was being kidnapped, but the sound of waves crashing against docks finally roused him.

"Look who joined the living." Fjorm laughed as he sat up. "Heavens Alfonse, you should've told us you were so tired. We'd have told you to hold off on the tour."

Alfonse laughed and the girls helped him to his feet. "Yeah, sorry about that. Um… how did we get here?"

Laevatein pointed back with her thumb, a great complex of docks and wharfs stretching out behind her. "We didn't want to be late to that excursion you reserved, so we carried you here logger-style. Had to explain to some guards you weren't being kidnapped, but we made it on time regardless."

Alfonse looked around until he noticed the sloop that was tied to the dock next to them, a small crowd on board and milling about. "That's… embarrassing. Well, let's not keep everyone waiting."

Fjorm and Laevatein giggled, but followed him onto the boat. They were out on the waves shortly thereafter, the trio taking spots along the very front of the bow. For Fjorm, she enjoyed the spray of cool sea water and the breeze, feeling as if she was flying across the sea on the back of a pegasus.

Laevatein enjoyed it more for the visual spectacle. The sun had set a bit in their time waiting for Alfonse to wake up, so now the sea turned into a sparkling field of rippling light as the sun shined on it, the water closest to their boat clear enough to see into the depths.

Alfonse just enjoyed the salty air, reminiscing old memories.

"We're in sight of the reefs, ladies and gents! Take a gander, we'll be near the whales before long!"

Fjorm leaned on the rail and looked into the water, gasping at what she saw. "Laev, Alfonse, come look! It's beautiful!"

Laevatein leaned over the rail and gaped. It was like looking into a living rainbow, corals of all shapes and colors stretching across the rocks that rose out of the blue-green water. Fish of equal variety, and even more vibrant colors, swam and whipped around the reefs with in-born grace that made the water a living painting of unparalleled glory.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Alfonse asked as he put himself between them. "So much life below the waves, more than we could ever hope to comprehend. If you're curious enough, we'll head out here tomorrow after enjoying the beach."

Fjorm cheered and hugged Alfonse tight, already looking forward to it. "That's a great idea! I've always wanted to go diving, but the ocean back home's too cold even for me!"

Laevatein patted his shoulder, sympathizing with his blush and weak requests to be let go. "I'm not the strongest swimmer, so I don't think I'll be able to go in with you both. I'll still be able to watch though."

"Good," Alfonse sighed as Fjorm let him go and went back to her sightseeing. "Wouldn't want to leave you out of the fun. Are you enjoying the ride so far?"

Laevatein leaned on the railing and looked to the sea. Right as her gaze settled on the horizon, the first whale breached the tranquil waters, paving the way for the rest of its herd. Everyone began to ooh and awe at the sight, but Laevatein leaned into Alfonse and wrapped her arm around his.

Fjorm did the same on his other side. "It's beautiful… they're so majestic."

Alfonse nodded as they sailed over the herd of whales, several surfacing near them. The whales slapped the water with their fins and tails, anyone caught in the spray laughing or screeching in glee. All the revelry was soon over though as the whales moved on, but everyone knew the trip was worth it just for that.

Fjorm and Laevatein slowly entwined their fingers with Alfonse, the poor prince blushing as he felt their grips tighten. Carefully, he returned the grip, making the girls smile and glance at him.

The trip was peaceful from there, the captain and crew wishing them a goodnight when they returned to the docks. It was well into the evening by that point, the low sun turning the sea to liquid gold, so most everyone started for their lodgings.

Alfonse, Fjorm, and Laevatein did the same, but for a different reason. They'd seen many stores and stands setting up for the night market and it would be remiss of them to not partake in the festivities.

So, they returned to their room and changed into clothes befitting a night on the town. Alfonse found a collared shirt colored in red and blue that Oboro had snuck into his things and a pair of dark pants that let the shirt draw the eye. His travel boots finished the look after he gave them a quick clean and polish.

Fjorm went with a blue shirt that faded into white cuffs, a small collar around her neck that drew the eye to the sapphire earrings she'd brought along with a gold circlet, though it had no jewels in it. An equally blue skirt fell over her legs, a white fringe at the end, with dark stockings underneath that went into her polished boots.

Laevatein found another dress in her bags, the fabric a deep scarlet that fell just past her knees and had straps that formed an X over her collarbone. She wore black stockings underneath the dress with her boots, also polished, but she pulled her hair into a low ponytail and added a silver-lined hairband.

Once they were ready, they set off into town, chattering and laughing. The lights were lit shortly after they left, and the town was even livelier than the day now that the cool night air had settled in. Sights, sounds, and smells aplenty danced about them as workers and visitors turned out in droves to sample the day's bounty.

Alfonse was sure to grab his fair share of the bounty, treats and fruits he purchased shared among all three. Then, when the buzz of the streets became too much, they took a quick break in a quaint restaurant where Laevatein had her first taste of seared marlin.

"It's like steak!" She exclaimed after her first bite. "Fishier, obviously, but wow! It's really good!"

Alfonse laughed and took a bite of his food, a platter of boiled lobster and butter. "I knew you'd like it. Marlin's good for anyone that's not a big fan of seafood, so it's a good choice for first timers. Fjorm, how's yours?"

Fjorm almost mewled as she took a bite of her meal, baked tilapia with lemon and a salad. "The fish is so fresh. You can tell they must've caught it today, and the lemon makes it all the better!"

Alfonse laughed again and leaned back, looking out into the street. The restaurant was small, but popular, a line forming outside. Most people were making for the main square, surprise-surprise, but Alfonse couldn't help but be curious why. It wasn't like they had big performances there, right?

"What are you looking at?" Fjorm asked as she looked over his shoulder. "Any more flirts trying to steal us away?"

Alfonse groaned at that reminder. The problem with being in a city like this was not everyone was the brightest. That included a group of guys around their age that, while attractive from a physical standpoint, clearly didn't realize the girls they were trying to flirt with and take from Alfonse could whip their hinds easy.

Same with the group of girls that tried to seduce Alfonse only to meet the fiery and icy glares of those far higher on the social ladder than them.

Funnily enough, Fjorm gave the fiery glare promising hellish retribution while Laevatein gave the icy glare promising a swift death.

The irony wasn't lost on Alfonse.

"I want to see the market." Laevatein said, her plate clean. "That Oboro lady may have solved my clothing problem, but there's other stuff I want to see. Like… what kind of souvenirs can you get in a seaside town?"

Alfonse could see Fjorm perk up in interest and he had to admit some curiosity himself. "Why don't we take a look after Fjorm and I finish up? There's bound to be all kinds of things."

Laevatein nodded and sat back, admiring the décor while her friends finished. Once ready to go, the girls looped their arms around Alfonse and they set off, stopping to examine any stand or store selling knick-knacks and souvenirs.

Eventually, they reached the main market, a big stage set up in the center with a troupe of some sort performing on it. The trio paid it little attention at first, more interested in baked sand art on offer nearby, but Fjorm spotted someone familiar.

"Lady Azura? What are you doing here?"

Alfonse looked up and blinked. Indeed, the songstress was walking towards them with her husband in tow, Corrin looking sheepish enough for the both of them.

"Hello, Princess Fjorm." Azura greeted, polite as always. "Same to you Prince Alfonse, Princess Laevatein. I was informed by Lady Anna your travel party may pass through here around now, but I didn't expect to run into you."

Corrin scratched his head at the curious looks. "I promised her we'd visit while the weather was good, but it's only been two days and I'm exhausted. Azura wants to do a performance on the big stage before we leave though, so here we are."

Laevatein kept her distance from them, clearly wary, but Alfonse had an idea. "Actually, if you don't mind a few extra hands, we can lend some help. Fjorm's shown she has a wonderful voice and Laev's no slouch. I even have my violin on me if you need an accompaniment."

Azura and Corrin exchanged a surprised look before Azura nodded. "It would be nice to have a few more vocalists, if only to widen the selection. Alfonse, if you could grab your violin and meet us back here, I'd be glad to have you all help."

"I'll go with him." Corrin said, noting the crestfallen Fjorm and Laevatein with an amused grin. "Get him up to speed on what's happening. You can explain what's happening with the ladies in the meantime."

Azura nodded and began to explain what Laevatein and Fjorm would need to do. While she did that, Corrin guided Alfonse away and stuck up a conversation. "So, it looks like your idea's working out well. I never thought you'd get the Searing Steel to warm up to you so quickly, pardon the pun."

Alfonse sighed and shrugged. "Neither did I, but it looks like just treating her like a human is doing all kinds of good. I'm pretty sure I could call this mission a success right now."

"So why don't you?" Corrin asked as they approached the Spring Hen. "Surely you're eager to get back to the front. Princess Laegjarn's been on the warpath trying to get into Askr and search for Princess Laevatein."

Alfonse sighed. "I knew that would happen, but… you should see how she acts now. Relaxed, laughing, talking, it's amazing. She'd even made friends with Fjorm and me, to the point she's shared things long buried. I don't want to end that prematurely."

Corrin nodded and followed Alfonse into the inn. Once they were in the room and Alfonse began his search, Corrin came to a realization. "You're having fun too, same with Princess Fjorm. Is that why you don't want this to end? Do you not want to… disappoint them, or yourself?"

Alfonse paused for a moment before continuing. "I'm not sure myself, but… I haven't been this happy in a long time, not since Zacharias disappeared. Nor have they been this happy in so long, it's heartbreaking. I… I really want to give them some of that joy back before we're forced to fight again."

Corrin shook his head with a smile as Alfonse found his violin. "That's noble, sounds like something I'd do too. 'Sides, it's not my place to tell you what you should or shouldn't do, just wanted to make sure you had good reasons."

He turned and walked out of the room, Alfonse close behind.

"Now let's go show them a good time, yeah?"

Alfonse didn't answer, and the walk back was quiet, only the chatter of the crowds filling the air. By the time they returned to the main market, Corrin was starting to get uncomfortable.

"Don't take my silence as displeasure, Corrin." Alfonse sighed as they spotted the stage. "I was just lost in thought. I do wish to have a fun night, just needed my mind in order."

Corrin relaxed just a bit. "Good… sorry, you were just so quiet I didn't know what to say. Come on, they're bound to be impatient by now."

Alfonse nodded and they hurried behind the stage. A variety of performers were milling around the prep-area, but it was easy to spot Azura's hair amongst the various colors. Once they reached her, they found Azura coaching Fjorm and Laevatein through some more complex scales and rhythms.

"You both have quite the talent." Azura praised as they finished the harmony. "Fjorm, you should join myself and the other performers when we practice, I'm sure they'd love to have you. Princess Laevatein, you too have a predilection for this, I look forward to working with you tonight."

Fjorm and Laevatein were clearly embarrassed by the praise, but more so Fjorm because she'd seen Azura in action. "That's very kind of you, Lady Azura, but we can't hold a candle to you. We'll do our best, but you'll be the star of the show."

Azura shook her head, but spotted Corrin and Alfonse. "Well, it will be what it will be. Our friends have returned, and just in time. Our spot was coming up."

Corrin chuckled and scratched his head. "Well, what can ya do? Let's get up there and knock their socks off, then it's time for food. I'm getting hungry."

Azura rolled her eyes and stood. "There will come a day when your stomach doesn't rule your mind, but today is not that day. Come along everyone, we'll be doing a song that you all know. Alfonse, before you ask, The girls said that you know this one."

"Which one?" Alfonse asked as they made for the stage, an assistant waving the last act back through the curtains. "I can tell it's not a solo."

"Níl Sé'n Lá" Azura answered, making Alfonse blink in surprise. "I've been studying Askrian folk songs in my spare time, and I've been interested to try a few. This is a good one considering the time, place, and people present."

Alfonse could only nod, the piece popping into mind. It was a good party song, and the area outside was nothing if not a party. Why not?

They hurried to their hastily prepared spots, Corrin taking up residence on some drums while Alfonse took a spot to the side with his violin. Azura took center stage while Laevatein went to her right and Fjorm took her left.

An assistant gave them a countdown before the curtain was lifted and the sound of the city rushed over them once more, making the inexperienced performers gulp down their nerves.

Corrin started them off with a beat, the familiar rhythm soon gathering an even greater crowd that began to hum and sing along. Alfonse joined in with his violin, even more joining in. Fjorm and Laevatein were clearly nervous, but as Azura strode forward and began to sing, they took solace in her natural charisma.

Chuaigh mé isteach i dteach aréir
Is d'iarr mé cairde ar mhnaoi an leanna
Is é dúirt sí liom "Ní bhfaighidh tú deor
Buail an bóthar is gabh abhaile"

I came by a house last night
And told the woman I am staying
I said to her:
"The moon is bright and my fiddles tuned for playing"

Alfonse launched into a brief solo, the crowd cheering for him. The energy was enough to give life to the girls feet, a dance all their own carrying them across the stage.

Tell me that the night is long
Tell me that the moon is glowing
Fill my glass I'll sing a song
And will start the music flowing

Never mind the rising light
There's no sign of day or dawning
In my heart it's still the night
And we'll stay here till the morning
Níl sé ina lá, níl a ghrá,
níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go maidin,
níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill,
solas ard atá sa ghealaigh.

Fjorm, in a fit of bravery and daring, took over the next part.

It's not day nor yet awhile
I can see the starlight shining
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill,
solas ard atá sa ghealaigh.

All three chimed in, the cheers and dance of the crowd giving them all the energy they needed.

Fill the glasses one more time
And never heed the empty bottle
Turn the water into wine
And turn the party up full throttle!

Alfonse launched into a much longer solo this time, Laevatein bounding over to dance around him while Azura did the same with Corrin. Fjorm kept the crowd's attention by taking over center stage, the song quieting the moment Alfonse was done.

Don't go out into the cold
Where the wind and rain are blowing
For the fire is flaming gold
And in here the music's flowing.

The entire crowd began to sing as well, Alfonse spotting kegs getting pulled out and food getting passed out.

Níl sé ina lá, níl a ghrá,
níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go maidin,
níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill,
solas ard atá sa ghealaigh.

The girls took their last round, voices rising to the shining moon above.

Tell me that the night is long
Tell me that the moon is gleaming
Fill my glass, I'll sing a song
And we'll keep the music streaming
Until all the songs are sung!

Everyone was singing at this point, the energy of the night and the song sweeping everyone along like the tide. And not one would dare call it a bad thing.

Níl sé ina lá, níl a ghrá,
níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go maidin,
níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill,
solas ard atá sa ghealaigh! (1)

The song came to an end with thunderous applause and cheers, the crowd continuing to sing and dance with wild abandon. It was such a change from the steady energy of the market that the guards had to step in and calm some of the rowdier celebrants.

"That… was amazing." Azura panted, sweating from exertion and adrenaline. "I've not had so much fun performing in some time. Congratulations, all of you, that was wonderful."

Fjorm bowed to the songstress, panting much harder as relief flooded her veins. Laevatein did the same, though with a smile that showed as much joy as anyone. Alfonse bowed too, just glad he hadn't screwed up.

"And that's a reason to eat if I've ever heard it." Corrin laughed as he looped his arm around Azura's waist. "You guys go have fun, there's more acts coming up. Don't think they'll beat us, but there's drink and dance to be had!"

Azura giggled and bid them farewell, Alfonse waving while Fjorm ran up and gave Azura a hug. Laevatein simply nodded her head before they left the stage and parted ways.

Once amongst the crowd, Fjorm took Alfonse's hand. "Shall we have a dance then? I want to see if Laev actually taught me something."

Laevatein took his other hand. "I can say the same, Fjorm. There's a whole night left to see if we're decent teachers, no?"

Alfonse sighed as they gave him looks that would broker no argument. "My legs will have a break someday, I just know it. Let's get to it."

Fjorm and Laevatein cheered before dragging Alfonse into the crowd, taking their turns to dance with every song that came up. It was exhausting, but Alfonse reveled in the laughter and happiness that suffused the air, even as the night began to wind down.

It was just him and Fjorm as the last song played, a slow tune on a piano. They were just swaying, waiting for Laevatein to return with some refreshments before calling it a night, but Alfonse was holding Fjorm up she was so tired.

"It's… been a great day." Fjorm mumbled, leaning further into Alfonse. "Didn't expect the performance, but… I had fun."

Alfonse hummed as he took on more of her weight. "It has been an enjoyable day. The best part is, there's still more to come. I know it."

Fjorm put her arms around his neck and looked him in the eye, her light-blue irises sparkling in the fading light of torches. It wasn't just happiness in those eyes, but Alfonse dare not give voice to what he believed it to be.

"That's something I always admired about you." Fjorm whispered, her voice only for Alfonse. "That confidence, your generosity, your caring soul, everything about you… I've always felt drawn to you, ever since we met."

Alfonse gulped, his cheeks heating, but unable to look away. "Um… I've always admired your determination, Fjorm, as well as your kindness and patience. It's been great, getting to know you, and I've… never had a better friend."

Fjorm chuckled and pulled Alfonse close, almost nose-to-nose with him. "Alfonse… do I really have to spell this out?"

Alfonse gulped, but didn't speak, pretty sure his face was a torch all its own.

Fjorm, fueled by adrenaline and exhaustion removing her reservations on speaking her mind, smiled widely. "Alright then… I don't just admire those parts of you, Alfonse. I…I love them"

"I love you."

Three words. Three words that, in all his life, Alfonse never truly expected to be said to him by anyone but his family. Nor did he expect this to come about from Fjorm, his friend, on a trip that should have had nothing to do with romance.

Yet, as he stared at her in shock, Fjorm did all she could to let her feelings show through. It was a real weight off her chest to tell him, and a petty part of her reveled in taking the initiative from Laevatein, but that didn't matter.

"I… I don't know what to say."

Fjorm leaned in closer, breath tickling his lips. "You don't have to, I know it's a bit to take in. Just… know that I love you, Alfonse, and I have for some time. It's taken a lot to say these words, but I'm glad I have."

She crossed the distance.

"Now I have no regrets."

And she kissed him.

Alfonse froze, mind grinding to a halt. He didn't know what to do, not with Fjorm pressing into him and k-kissing him! It was pleasant, and his heart was soaring at the sensation, but what did he do?!

Fjorm just enjoyed the fruits of her bravery, even as Alfonse tried to figure out what to do. Internally, she was crying at her boldness and hoping Alfonse wouldn't want to distance himself from her. So, she just let the kiss linger as they tried to figure themselves out.

The sound of dropped cups and the splash of liquid separated them, their gazes going to find a wide-eyed Laevatein.

"Uh…" Alfonse droned, still dazed by what happened. "I'm… very confused."

Fjorm broke into hysterics, laughing heartily with tears in her eyes at the blasé response. "I just gave my all to that, heart-felt words and everything, and that's how you respond?!"

She started gasping for air in her mirth. "Oh Alfonse, never change you goof! I love that about you too!"

Alfonse was still dazed, but he saw Laevatein droop, just enough to notice. "Are… you ok?"

"Yeah," Laevatein sighed, voice stoic. "I'm fine. Just… tired. Can we go back?"

Alfonse nodded dumbly and guided the recovering Fjorm back into the street, Laevatein stalking ahead of them. She seemed really upset, but Alfonse was still too frazzled by Fjorm's confession and kiss to think straight.

It was otherwise quiet on the way back, no one talking as they returned to the inn and entered their room. Laevatein disappeared into the shower, which both girls had marveled at when Alfonse first showed it to them, and Alfonse was so dazed he flopped on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

Fjorm, being on cloud-nine, was the only one capable of doing what needed to be done. So, she tested the entrance to the bathroom, found it open, and went inside. "Laev?"

She shut the door the moment she heard sniffling, worry icing her euphoria. "Laev, are you ok?"

"Go away," Laevatein snapped, another sniffle lessening the bite. "Let me nurse my heartbreak in peace."

Fjorm smiled and shook her head, stepping across the bathroom and into the stall where Laevatein was leaning against the wall, head in her knees. "Laev… I may have done that, but that doesn't mean he answered me. For all I know, I'll wake up tomorrow and get told we're just friends."

Laevatein didn't look up, so Fjorm took a seat next to her. "It's not time to give up just yet, alright? I know there's too much of a fire in you to do that, too much stubborn will. Is one thing really going to make you give up on pursuing him, even if I just took a bit of initiative this time?"

"A bit?" Laevatein asked, eyes peaking out to glare at Fjorm. "You took a leap over the gorge. That's not initiative that's… cheating or something."

Fjorm giggled and patted Laevatein's knee. "Laev, I was hopped up on adrenaline and exhausted at that, I'll be mortified beyond reason in the morning. I've just taken the next step is all, but I can say it's a relief to get it off my chest."

Laevatein kept glaring, but her voice was a tad hopeful. "So… you're not a couple?"

"Of course not." Fjorm laughed. "He'd actually have to say: 'I love you too' and agree to go out with me first. You still have plenty of room to catch up."

She stood and helped Laevatein up. "Now, I have to go to sleep. I'm wavering as is, and I'll crash when the adrenaline runs out. Let's get changed and on to dreamland."

Laevatein shook her head and gestured to the shower. "I actually want to give this a shot. Go ahead without me, I'll be done before long."

Fjorm gave her friend a hug before leaving the bathroom and changing. She'd bathe in the morning, she was too tired otherwise. With a quiet goodnight to Alfonse, who'd fallen asleep in his daze, Fjorm went to bed and dreamed pleasant dreams.

Laevatein did take a shower, letting the water wash away her bitter thoughts. Fjorm had no reason to lie, and now that she was coming down from the emotional high, Laevatein could tell that Alfonse had been as shocked as her.

There was still plenty of opportunity to make his heart her own.

So, when Laevatein was done, she stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. If Fjorm had stolen Alfonse's first kiss, then perhaps Laevatein had to take an even bolder step to make up the difference.

The question was, could she overcome his chivalry?

There was only one way to find out, so she steeled her nerve and strode up to Alfonse, his breathing deep and even as he slept. Laevatein took another breath before straddling him, a hand holding up her towel while the other stroked his cheek. "Alfonse."

Her whisper did little to rouse him, but a flirty pinch on his neck made his eyes open blearily. "Laev… what is it?"

Laevatein smiled seductively, her hand trailing down his neck and chest. "Oh… just wanted to have some more fun is all. The moon's still bright, and I have… ideas I want to try."

She moved to drop the towel, but Alfonse's daze cleared and his hand zipped forward to hold it up. "What are you doing?"

Laevatein wasn't expecting him to come around so quickly. "As I said… I have ideas I want to try."

Alfonse stared at her, eyes intense and unbelieving. "Laev… is there something you want to tell me?

Laevatein looked away, her half-brained scheme already going down in flames. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you… it's not something anyone with any sense would."

"I've been told I'm not very sensible." Alfonse answered. "So that excuse is gone. Please, tell me. Does it have to do with what happened with Fjorm? Why you were upset on the way back?"

Laevatein sat back on her thighs, disbelief clear in her face. "Really? Can you not tell what's going on here? Why I've been trying to flirt with you almost since this trip started? Are you really that dense?"

Alfonse kept his gaze steady. "I've been called dense before, but I simply don't believe that someone could feel… something special towards me. I'm nothing special, even as I try my best, so why should I think anyone could ever love me as anything other than a friend?"

Laevatein looked away, silence stretching for a time before a whisper met Alfonse's ear. "Fjorm loves you like that… even I could tell, from the first time I saw you two together. And, despite how short this trip and our time together has been…"

"I love you. So… so much, to the point it hurts."

She sniffled as Alfonse took her hand. "Seeing Fjorm take the initiative… I was just bitter. I thought I'd… never get the chance to say it at that point. But, I have now… and I feel so much lighter, even if my delivery could be better."

She laughed, but it was hollow, devoid of joy. All she could do was look through the window at the moon and wonder aloud: "Where did this terrible idea come from? Why would I ever think you'd be so base as to accept such a lurid advance, when your chivalry and kindness won me over in the first place?"

Alfonse didn't get to answer, Laevatein swooping in to kiss him deeply. She pressed her body into him, soaking in the contact until she was satisfied. When she was done, she pulled back and stood. "I've said my piece now, Alfonse. I feel lighter than air yet crushed as well."

She looked to him, her form almost glowing in the moonlight. "You don't need to tell me anything tonight, just like what Fjorm told you. We're willing to wait for you, Alfonse, because we love you. Even should you want us to be nothing but friends, we'll accept that."

"Just… think on it, ok? We're here for you, no matter what."

Laevatein winked and disappeared into the shadows to change, Alfonse looking back to the ceiling as he pondered his situation.

After who knew how long, on a whim, he looked to the bed the girls were using and felt his breath catch. They'd gone to sleep, but the light of the moon shining on them made their hair and skin shine, looking all the world like angels.

As if possessed, Alfonse stood and went to the bedside, placing a kiss on each of their cheeks. They smiled at the contact, their dreams growing ever more pleasant, while Alfonse returned to the sofa and began to think.

How does one choose when their heart is split in two?

Ch. End

(1)This is Neil Se'n La by Celtic Woman.

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