Prelude [One moment she's in the training grounds, getting a few combat exercises in while her brother pores over the books in preparation for the big battle. The next, she's in some weird cave, her lance striking nothing but air. The smell of brine, cool breeze, and dampness of the air hit Wren all at once, and the resulting disorientation is enough to make the wind pick up, which along with the sudden change of environment sends her pegasus into a bit of a panic, causing her to rear back with a loud whinny.]
What in blazes—Whoa! Easy, girl, easy...
[Thankfully, this particular part of the cave is spacious enough that she doesn't graze her wings, but as the gale continues to intensify, it takes Wren several seconds to rein in her steed. Once the wind settles back down enough, she brings her in for a landing. Hopping down onto her own feet, she finally takes some time to properly examine her surroundings. It's unlike any place she's been (or at least, that she can recall having been); under any other circumstances she'd be fascinated, but as it is, she's less concerned with sightseeing and more with finding a way out and perhaps some clue to where the heck she actually is. She begins walking, her winged horse following close behind, in search of just that.]
Menace Get back here, you!
[Out of the frying pan, into the fire... Or out of the cave, onto the beach swarming with mewling seagulls, rather, but that's considerably less catchy. The bizarre cacophony was enough to leave Wren speechless; yet for just a moment a smile reached her face, as she imagined how some of her friends might react to such a thing. Of course, the moment she let herself get lost in thoughts all alone was the moment that one of the infernal birds chose to strike, diving at her waist and plucking a small pouch right off her belt. Snapping abruptly from her reverie and cursing her own carelessness, she wasted no time saddling up in pursuit of the avian thief.
Anyone who happens to be walking the beach at the moment may therefore catch sight of a white-haired woman astride a black pegasus chasing after one of the gulls, brandishing a rather fancy spear in its direction.]
"Wren" (Female Robin) · Fire Emblem Awakening AU
[One moment she's in the training grounds, getting a few combat exercises in while her brother pores over the books in preparation for the big battle. The next, she's in some weird cave, her lance striking nothing but air. The smell of brine, cool breeze, and dampness of the air hit Wren all at once, and the resulting disorientation is enough to make the wind pick up, which along with the sudden change of environment sends her pegasus into a bit of a panic, causing her to rear back with a loud whinny.]
What in blazes—Whoa! Easy, girl, easy...
[Thankfully, this particular part of the cave is spacious enough that she doesn't graze her wings, but as the gale continues to intensify, it takes Wren several seconds to rein in her steed. Once the wind settles back down enough, she brings her in for a landing. Hopping down onto her own feet, she finally takes some time to properly examine her surroundings. It's unlike any place she's been (or at least, that she can recall having been); under any other circumstances she'd be fascinated, but as it is, she's less concerned with sightseeing and more with finding a way out and perhaps some clue to where the heck she actually is. She begins walking, her winged horse following close behind, in search of just that.]
Menace
Get back here, you!
[Out of the frying pan, into the fire... Or out of the cave, onto the beach swarming with mewling seagulls, rather, but that's considerably less catchy. The bizarre cacophony was enough to leave Wren speechless; yet for just a moment a smile reached her face, as she imagined how some of her friends might react to such a thing. Of course, the moment she let herself get lost in thoughts
all alonewas the moment that one of the infernal birds chose to strike, diving at her waist and plucking a small pouch right off her belt. Snapping abruptly from her reverie and cursing her own carelessness, she wasted no time saddling up in pursuit of the avian thief.Anyone who happens to be walking the beach at the moment may therefore catch sight of a white-haired woman astride a black pegasus chasing after one of the gulls, brandishing a rather fancy spear in its direction.]