AN: C'mon, USPS. Send Reverie on over!
Safety (Millium, Claire)
"Aw, can't I take 'em up even for a little bit? They'd love it!"
"I'm sure they would," Claire told her with a sigh, flicking a glance at the excited kids that Millium had promised the world – or in lieu of that, a ride on Airgetlam – to, hoping against hope they'd take the disappointment gracefully. "But you and I both know that the answer's 'no'. It's not remotely safe for them, no matter how proficient you might at holding on at those heights."
"Boo. Do y'think they could still hang around Lammy and stuff, at least?"
"… Fine. Just stay grounded."
Disappointment (Machias, Elliot)
They never really talk about how much the revelation changed things.
Things had been so much simpler when Vita Clotilde had been a figure to look up to, a performer whose talent they could revere from afar. Neither could have possibly foreseen the role she would end up playing in the lives of Class VII, how she'd effortlessly shatter the image of who they thought she was in the blink of eye.
Disappointing? No, they wouldn't go that far. Different, perhaps, but a melancholy kind of different; one you could never go back from no matter how hard you tried.
Curse (Beryl, Ferris)
"Perhaps it's a compulsion," Beryl intoned, making Ferris wonder if getting soaked running back to the dorm in the rain wasn't a preferable alternative to… whatever this was.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Rean Schwarzer's tendency to pat people on their heads. He seems aware of how suspicious it makes him appear yet he continues to do it anyway. His being under the thrall of another could explain it."
Ludicrous. Utterly ludicrous. But…
"Y-You truly think that habit is the result of supernatural influence?" she asked, leaning forward intently.
Beryl smirked.
"No. You should see the look on your face, though."
Duty (General Craig)
He could have foisted this off on a lower ranking officer without a second thought. Aidios only knew how many people in his position had done the same.
Olaf refused. He was proud of being a soldier and all it entailed; it did not behoove such men to turn tail and run, no matter how overwhelming the task.
He checks the number written on the scrap of paper, wills himself to stride toward the last house on the street and firmly knock on the door.
"Lady Kreiss?"
He can see her heart break.
"It's my sad duty to inform you…"