#✩ arise from the ashes of the past o wounded phoenix ✩ support: fernand.

[halfjalar]

☕️ (they are colleagues... )

TOA Fleeting Snow 2021: send ☕️ to have tea break with my muse

“You think the students will allow us a moment of rest like this?”

Azelle lets out a short, quiet burst of laughter before raising the cup of fresh tea up to his lips. “I jest, of course. They’re reasonable youth.” A pause as he takes a sip. “The majority, anyway.”

He thinks so. He hopes so. That is his head otherwise, after all. (He then recalls a few of them and suddenly feels a little nervous.)

... Aaaanyway - “Has the job of a Professor been fulfilling for you?” He inquires; there is a hint of curiosity in his tone, but for the most part it remains calm and neutral, not pushing forcibly for an elaborate answer. “It has its ups and downs, in my personal opinion... but overall, I find it wonderful.” He pauses for another sip; there is a serene smile on his face, likely the first one Fernand has seen from him. “There’s responsibility to be found in showing them the proper path to the future, to be sure... but also a lot of joy.”

#eideslanze #✩ there is joy to be found in the sound of a voice ✩ ask. #✩ arise from the ashes of the past o wounded phoenix ✩ support: fernand. #toafleetingsnow2021

[halfjalar]

Gloucester’s Gloriousness. ✩ Azelle, Fernand & Dedue

@eideslanze @loyaltestament

Herleifr’s hooves beat regularly against the moist forest soil step after step. Azelle barely moves in the saddle at all aside from directing his horse to continue forward; his eyes are firmly fixed on the road ahead of them, the Mage leaving scouting in other directions to his companions.

Sir Fernand and Dedue of the Blue Lions, both capable in their own right without a doubt, what with one carrying himself with the aura of a seasoned knight and the other serving stalwart by Prince Dimitri’s side. And both of them also people that the Velthomer has met before. For better or worse, he recalls not without some embarrassment as he remembers exactly what Sir Fernand's first longer meeting and interaction with him entailed.

Hopefully the man does not judge him overly for that. At any rate, he can at least be certain of their ability.

Time to stop getting distracted with past events and focus on the present, a harsh voice in his head reminds him. They are here, after all, to track down an artifact of great importance to the heirs of Gloucester of the Ten Elites. (He cannot help but wonder why the bulk of this mission was given to the Blue Lions in spite of its location being the Leicester Alliance territory, but he is not going to ask questions no one wants to hear. Politics.)

The subject matter does cause Azelle some anxiety; he has already studied enough material available to him about the Crests to having something of an idea as to how their power compares to that of the Holy Blood. And one of the most significant differences he has found so far is that - though he is not yet privy to all the details - the weapons and relics associated with Crests have a wider potential for users, at the very least not requiring a Major Crest.

On the one hand, that makes them easier to use. On the other, it also makes them easier to misuse.

Which makes it all the more urgent to find Thyrsus before it is discovered by someone who may have the ability but not the right to utilize its power. “Have you seen anything of note?” He says, turning to his companions--

--only for his attention to be drawn back to the road ahead, as a red light flashes somewhere in the woods. “Wait....” He frowns, then squints, trying to make out exactly what is it that glows in front of them.

Is that... magic?

Is that - 

 - oh NO - 

“LOOK OUT!” He pulls sharply at Herleifr’s reins, the horse luckily getting the right idea quickly and rapidly jumping to the side; at the same time, Azelle throws whatever magic he has managed to gather in the span of half a second in the form of a Bolganone spell, which collides with the powerful attack fired at the three of them (by Fjalar, was that Ragnarok?!), resulting in an explosion.

And more than a few trees getting set aflame. This is already going well.

He giver his mount a pat on the neck to calm him down before turning to Sir Fernand and Dedue. “Are you alright?”

The light continues to shine in the woods... He winces as he glances back to it. Whatever and whoever that is, they might have no choice but try and get closer.

#eideslanze #loyaltestament #✩ gloucester’s gloriousness ✩ thread. #✩ mission season ✩ watchdog. #✩ +1 reason. #✩ arise from the ashes of the past o wounded phoenix ✩ support: fernand. #✩ stalwart you stand over mass graves hoping for new flowers to bloom ✩ support: dedue. #((up to you who goes next!))