Notes: I just keep writing these weird short fics and having so much fun, everyone... Before I wrote The Dragon's Perch, I had been suffering of a writer's block for five years. I feel so happy about just letting go now, seeing as words flow out of that. Unfortunately, I'm in need to keep it short at the moment, because the year is ending at my office soon... But I hope you're all enjoying the work I can get done these days.

Stats: EmmerynGangrel has 1000 words, WalhartTiki has 500, and Walhart(Robin?) has 500. Keep requesting pairings, any pairing, via PM or review (anonymous enabled)

Robin kept an eye out for the two couples she had formed in her attempt to keep all Shepherds out of her pants. The one that had her confused was Donnel and Anna, as she had expected them to fail. Confiding about it with Morgan, he helped her conclude that their trades complemented each other very well... Then she yanked one bandage off him, saw a dark shade of hair that was not curly growing there, and bolted out of the healers' tent before her son could try to lead her astray again. That quick glimpse of color reminded her of...

"You, be careful," Priam said gruffly, catching the person that bumped into him.

Tiki rubbed at her sleepy eyes. "Sure. Thank you."

...the heroic hobo!

She had to admit that if she had bedded Priam in Morgan's timeline, her taste in men wasn't half bad. Though he certainly could benefit from returning to civilization, instead of living out in the wild as a martial hermit, he was in great shape. "And he's probably a god under the sheets."

"Aversa!" Robin screeched, practically jumping out of her boots.

"Will you match me with him? I will take him out of your hands with pleasure," her former enemy casually asked.

The tactician caught her breath, and vehemently shook her head. "That man stands for great justice, he wouldn't take you."

"Any man also stands for great tits, I assure you." Robin's arms crossed over her own chest, suddenly self-conscious. "I have noticed you are matchmaking your spares away, little sister. And I want that spare."

Grima's vessel glared. "I will call you if there's an opening for you. But don't count on it, elder sister."

"Have it your way, brat!" Aversa hissed, marching away.

And Robin had to admit she had no plans whatsoever for Priam just yet. But looking out to the field, she could see a lonely Tiki observing everyone's favorite hobo practice his sword techniques from afar. She was probably comparing him to Marth, though whether she found him lacking or not, it wasn't clear.

The dragon threw her an annoyed look as she approached. "I'm not looking for a mate, thank you." Had all the women noticed already?

"I don't intend to match you, Tiki," Robin lied. "But I was thinking you might be good with a sword. If you were to learn from Priam, you could possibly bring back the Hero King's style."

The tactician watched as the manakete sighed, obviously annoyed as she walked over to the man swinging his blade around.

"Would you please teach me the way of the sword?" Tiki asked, making him halt briefly.

Priam passed her Ragnell, then made sure to help her hold it by moving behind her and guiding her arms. "Keep your mind open."

Robin could see the dragon's eyes widen as she felt his strength up close, hinting that her mind and her eyes might not be the only things to be opening for these lessons.