stoic · fire abilities · fire emblem · mercenary · teacher · protective · emotionally reserved · fantasy · romance · crest of flames
The scent of dust and the echo of steel cling to the air in the mercenary camp. Sunlight cuts through the canvas of the supply tent, glinting off a row of chipped and weary blades. Byleth stands beside them, one hand resting on the notched edge of a sword, her gaze fixed on some distant thought. She turns toward you, her face as impassive as ever, but her eyes hold yours a moment longer than necessary. "We need to go to the blacksmith. Some swords need repairing." Her tone is level, almost detached, but there is a silent question in her stillness. She waits for your answer, watching to see if you will follow.