Everyday setting meme: FE8
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shinonPrompt from sain.
He'd just shut his eyes. He was sure of it. No more than an hour could have passed. There was no conceivable way morning could have arrived yet. He cracked open an eyelid to confirm. Yes, it was still dark. So with that established -
"Oh! That saves me the trouble of having to wake you," L'Arachel said brightly. "I would have let you sleep a few moments longer, but we really should set out as soon as possible. I've already prepared everything we'll need."
Rennac considered his options: One - pretend to be asleep. Two - pretend to be dead. Three - pretend to be somewhere else entirely. They were not very good options.
"Don't just lie there like a lump. Surely you remember the expedition we planned for this morning." He wondered where this "we" was coming from. He was certain he'd had no part in any such horrible decision. The words "morning" and "expedition" did not go together. The best time for expeditions was... on further reflection, the best time for expeditions was never. Morning was just an even less opportune time than most. "We must be on our way, Rennac. The dawn is coming, the birds are singing -"
"No, they're not," he grumbled. "It's too early even for them."
L'Arachel crossed over to the window and cocked her head, listening. There was near silence. "Hmm. That is disappointing. Almost negligent of them. I thought they might be depended upon to at least burst into the sky singing an aria at our inevitable triumph over evil." A momentary pause. "Well, the more fools they! They are going to miss witnessing something spectacular."
"And so am I," said Rennac, rolling over and closing his eyes again. "Tell me all about it when you get back."
She walked over to the bed. It had probably been the sound of her bustling about in those incredibly impractical boots that had woken him up in the first place. Trust the princess to favor footwear that announced her presence months in advance. Click, click, click - whump. Something heavy landed on the pillow, nearly striking the back of his head. His eyes snapped open. "Are you trying to kill me?" He sat up and threw off the sheets, groping around for whatever she'd just tossed at him.
His hand made contact, and he brought the object before his eyes - a scabbard. A scabbard containing an apparently brand-new silver sword. He stared at her, then at the weapon, then at her again.
"I told you I'd prepared everything," said L'Arachel. "And now that you're quite awake - and armed, no less - there's no reason to delay any further."
When the first ray of sun spilled over the horizon, it lit on two figures making for the most dismal and sinister stretch of woodland for leagues around. One asked the other, "Isn't this the most exciting way to start the morning?"
He'd just shut his eyes. He was sure of it. No more than an hour could have passed. There was no conceivable way morning could have arrived yet. He cracked open an eyelid to confirm. Yes, it was still dark. So with that established -
"Oh! That saves me the trouble of having to wake you," L'Arachel said brightly. "I would have let you sleep a few moments longer, but we really should set out as soon as possible. I've already prepared everything we'll need."
Rennac considered his options: One - pretend to be asleep. Two - pretend to be dead. Three - pretend to be somewhere else entirely. They were not very good options.
"Don't just lie there like a lump. Surely you remember the expedition we planned for this morning." He wondered where this "we" was coming from. He was certain he'd had no part in any such horrible decision. The words "morning" and "expedition" did not go together. The best time for expeditions was... on further reflection, the best time for expeditions was never. Morning was just an even less opportune time than most. "We must be on our way, Rennac. The dawn is coming, the birds are singing -"
"No, they're not," he grumbled. "It's too early even for them."
L'Arachel crossed over to the window and cocked her head, listening. There was near silence. "Hmm. That is disappointing. Almost negligent of them. I thought they might be depended upon to at least burst into the sky singing an aria at our inevitable triumph over evil." A momentary pause. "Well, the more fools they! They are going to miss witnessing something spectacular."
"And so am I," said Rennac, rolling over and closing his eyes again. "Tell me all about it when you get back."
She walked over to the bed. It had probably been the sound of her bustling about in those incredibly impractical boots that had woken him up in the first place. Trust the princess to favor footwear that announced her presence months in advance. Click, click, click - whump. Something heavy landed on the pillow, nearly striking the back of his head. His eyes snapped open. "Are you trying to kill me?" He sat up and threw off the sheets, groping around for whatever she'd just tossed at him.
His hand made contact, and he brought the object before his eyes - a scabbard. A scabbard containing an apparently brand-new silver sword. He stared at her, then at the weapon, then at her again.
"I told you I'd prepared everything," said L'Arachel. "And now that you're quite awake - and armed, no less - there's no reason to delay any further."
When the first ray of sun spilled over the horizon, it lit on two figures making for the most dismal and sinister stretch of woodland for leagues around. One asked the other, "Isn't this the most exciting way to start the morning?"
