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located in Fódlan, a part of Fire Emblem: Apotheosis, one of the many universes on RPG.

Fódlan

A continent divided into three different factions: The Adrestian Empire, The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and the Leicester Alliance.

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Character Portrait: Senka Rinaldi Character Portrait: Cyril Eisner Character Portrait: Jeralt's Journal
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I.Y. 1180 - Wyvern Moon - Wednesday the 8th
Near Jeralt's Office - Early Afternoon - Cloudy
Senka Rinaldi


Senka stared out across the bridge that lead to the cathedral for a second, narrowing her eyes before she turned to make her way towards Jeralt's office. Cyril was proving a bit difficult to find; today was their day for kitchen duty, but Senka had thought of something she wanted to do for Thea. Since Amalthea admitted she couldn't cook, or bake very well, Senka thought it would be nice to show her a couple of things so that Thea could practice. She had a recipe that Thea could learn that was relatively easy, and could satisfy Vridel's strange obsession with tomatoes. He seemed to like those, though Senka couldn't fathom why. She didn't dislike tomatoes. On the contrary, she actually liked them, but not to that degree.

Perhaps, though, Cyril was visiting his father? If he wasn't, then perhaps Jeralt knew where he was? Either way, Senka was going to find him, and share her idea with him. Once she made it to the second floor, she passed Manuela's office, and then Hanneman's who waved at her. She waved back, smiling softly at him as Manuela lounged in his chair. It looked like they were having a meeting of some sort. It might have just been her, but she thought they made a rather lovely couple. They seemed to balance each other out in the strangest of ways, but it was easy to tell how much they genuinely cared about each other. Even if they weren't romantically inclined, they were still friends.

Pushing an unnecessary thought from her mind, she approached Jeralt's office, and knocked on the frame. “Captain Jeralt," she called out, moving so that she was standing in front of the door frame. “Are you currently busy?" she asked, waiting until he invited her in. She couldn't see the room, entirely, from where she stood, so it was possible Cyril was there, but couldn't be seen.

Jeralt waved her in, but he seemed to be in the middle of speaking. When Senka entered, it became clear that the other person was, in fact, Cyril. He was leaning against the far wall, clearly paying attention to his father, but his eyes diverted when she came in, locking with hers for a moment before he gave her a slow nod.

“There's unease on the western side of the Empire," Jeralt said, clearly picking up a former conversational thread. Cyril's eyes shifted back to him. “But everything east of Enbarr is stable." He paused, then amended, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Well, there was actually a noble uprising a short while ago, but it didn't amount to much, you know how that goes."

Cyril nodded as if he did in fact know. “What seems to be the problem in the west?" he asked.

Jeralt shrugged. “The usual. Bandits everywhere. Nobles plotting. I hear Brigid's making some noises too but I doubt anything will come of it. The Emperor's sick, and since the Insurrection, not a strong authority figure. It means everyone else is always squabbling over the top spot. Making blood sport out of soldiers and mercs, as always."

With a soft hum, Cyril uncrossed his arms from in front of his chest. “Will you be going with us to Gronder?"

Jeralt shook his head. “I'd like to, but I've got my own mission this month. The Church has always been quick to make use of those who work for them." He said it wryly, but there was a strange edge to it, one that made Cyril straighten slightly, pushing away from the wall to stand properly.

The Knights' Captain paused, then looked for the first time to Senka, then back to Cyril. “How much do you—" he started to ask, but Cyril was quicker to answer.

“Absolutely," he said.

The certainty almost seemed to catch Jeralt off guard. “That much, huh?" he mused. “Well... I trust your judgement, kid. What I was going to say is I'm more interested in figuring out who's pulling the strings here. Ever since the Rite of Rebirth, strange groups have been seen around Garreg Mach, and elsewhere too. There was also an incident where some Knights investigating these suspicious strangers turned up dead."

He frowned, regarding Cyril solemnly for a moment. “Not that it's likely, but if something like that ever happens to me... search this room. Every shelf. Behind every corner. I'm going to leave something for you."

Cyril snorted softly. “More likely you'll pull them out at the roots and drag them all back here by the hair," he said with a touch of amusement. His eyes, though... Senka had seen his eyes when he was genuinely feeling mirth, and they didn't look like that now. Rather, they were utterly serious.

Jeralt's were almost the same as he gave a short bark of laughter. “Like I said... unlikely. I'm just being cautious." He huffed softly, shaking his head. “Anyway, girls this pretty don't show up at my office for me, so I'm assuming you're slacking at your job. Get back to work, kid." He smiled a bit at Senka, clearly only teasing rather than attempting to come onto her.

“Watch it, old man," Cyril replied, actually a touch humorous this time. “If you make my students uncomfortable I'll have to get in your face, father or not."

Senka couldn't help the small smile that crossed her features, and shook her head. “I doubt Captain Jeralt could ever make any of us uncomfortable," she spoke, glancing towards Jeralt and offering him a small smile. “But I wouldn't say that, though, Captain. I'm sure you've had your fair share of female admirers, or even male for that matter. Otherwise I wouldn't have Cyril," she paused for a second, before continuing, “as a professor. We are grateful to you, for that."

She turned her attention towards Cyril, though. “I am afraid I must steal Cyril away, though. It is our turn for kitchen duty and there are a few things I'd like to run by him, first."

Jeralt laughed aloud, making a vague shooing motion with his hand. “All right, all right. Get gone, you two. I have work to do."

Cyril huffed quietly, but did gesture for Senka to precede him out of the room. Once they were in the hallway and headed for the stairs down, he fell into step next to her instead of behind. “Something in particular you wanted to ask about?" he inquired, customarily mild.

Senka nodded her head. “There is. It's about Thea. Her birthday is coming up, and she's been a little unhappy these last few days. I am not entirely sure of the root cause, but..." She paused as she pursed her lips together. “Actually, I need to ask Captain Jeralt something. Will you mind waiting for me, here?" she asked, pausing in her steps and glancing towards Cyril. The mentioning of Amalthea's birthday caused Senka to briefly wonder when his was, or if it had already passed. Jeralt was the best person to ask since she didn't want to ask Cyril. That would mean he would know that she wanted to ask the others to plan something for him, as well.

It was becoming a habit of theirs, it seemed. Planning birthdays either with the person's knowledge, or without. And since Cyril was their professor, she was certain that the others would like to surprise him with it. She certainly did.

Cyril nodded, and halted where he'd been walking, apparently content to do as she'd asked and wait.

Back in his office, Jeralt looked up at her second approach. He was sitting behind his desk now, working on a stack of documents. “What did he do?" he asked with an exaggerated sigh.

“Nothing, I assure you," she replied, giving him a small smile. “I just remembered there was something I've been meaning to ask you," she continued, pausing only for a moment to take a small breath. “I've been meaning to ask if you knew when Cyril's birthday is. We'd like to celebrate it with him, but..." they didn't know when it was.

“I didn't want to ask him, personally, though. We... well, I would like it to be a surprise for him. And as a way of showing him how grateful we are to have him as our professor."

Jeralt arched an eyebrow at that, looking slightly skeptical of something, but a small smile played over his face a moment later. “He was born on the last day of the year," Jeralt said simply. He paused a moment, then tilted his head.

“He's never been one to get close to people," he added after a moment. “But he's different with you. Is he... getting along with everyone?"

Senka wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that, different with you, but she chose not to linger on it, and instead, nodded her head. “He is," she replied, smiling somewhat to herself. “He makes it easy to forget, sometimes, that he is our professor, and not one of the students. Everyone thinks very highly of him, I think, and we've all come to regard him as a close and dear friend. I would hope he would think the same of us," but she could understand if he didn't. She could feel her face smooth out as she smiled.

“I know I do. He's helped me in more ways than I could ever hope to repay him for. He's... he helped me find my smile again, and..." she paused to regard Jeralt, “I think he's helped me find something worth, well... worth living for." She'd never really confessed that to anyone, before, but Captain Jeralt was Cyril's father, and she trusted him.

“Huh." The sound escaped Jeralt more as an exhalation than a statement; a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe he's more like his mother than I thought," he replied, though it seemed to be just as much to himself as to her.

Looking down at this papers, he seemed to be suppressing something, perhaps an emotion. “You take care, Senka," he continued in a low, gruff voice. “Thanks for looking out for him."

“You as well, Captain," she replied, turning to leave, but stopped. “And thank you, for telling me," she spoke before she made her way back to where Cyril was waiting. When she approached, she offered him a smile, and motioned for him to continue following her. Once she was certain he was, she cleared her throat softly.

“I was thinking that, perhaps, the both of us could teach Thea a little on how to cook. The two of us are on kitchen duty, but I thought it would be nice to show her a few things, especially things that contain tomatoes in them," she finally stated, glancing towards Cyril. Kitchen duty had always produced a rather large crowd whenever Cyril and Senka cooked, however; she knew a few of the students who were regulars, wouldn't be able to make it. There were certifications this month and a few of them wanted to pass them this time.

It would leave the dining hall rather empty, or at least she hoped it would.

Cyril didn't need more than a moment to consider it before he nodded. “Of course. Is she already waiting there?"

“She is," Senka replied. She'd asked Amalthea, earlier, to meet them in the kitchen. Amalthea, excitedly, agreed to do so. Senka hadn't told her what they were going to do, though, but she supposed Amalthea would agree to it regardless. “I've neglected to tell her the types of dishes we'll be making, though. I do not believe she would have agreed so willingly if she knew for whom she was cooking for," Senka added, glancing at Cyril from the corner of her eye.

“Ah, is this for Vridel?" Cyril nodded sagely, like he understood the issue at hand. “That's rather calculated of you." If anything, this seemed to amuse him, though.

Senka smiled and nodded her head. “She just needs a gentle reminder that she can do things for him to show him her feelings."