Fantasy Fire Emblem Divide: Fynola x Veilvel

[theplasticdemon]

Fynola Dahl & Veilvel Ealisaid
Pretzel Heart

Time: Before Chapter 1
Location: Glypheim (111th Battalion Barracks)
Support Rank: C

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[theplasticdemon]

How did she do it?

How did her family go from respected members, even commanders of the Maltian military to being considered a traitor?

Fynola couldn't take it. Sleepless nights were spent in the barracks, as constant rain poured down from black skies. Was it always so... bleak in Glypheim? From many history classes taken at the academy, the downpours were a result of the First Cleansing. If anything, simply taking refuge in this country fueled her support of the Legion. She was even beginning to think her years of Maltian military training only served to teach her ignorance and where to misplace her honour. At least the signature patter of rain cleared her thoughts during the day.

Perhaps the rain could do the same tonight.

If Barin could handle the blizzards the day they had met, then what was a downpour to him? It was perfect timing, as Fynola had not heard any lightning for the past two hours she tried sleeping.

The gryphon rider turned to her comrades. They were fortunate enough that the barracks did not house over a dozen in one cellar-like room, but confined the woman to sleep with around 6 other soldiers, even giving a small amount of space for each to place armour, any momentos, and personal belongings. It was much easier to move about without causing a ruckus or alerting any suspicion. Checking that the other women were fast asleep, Fynola put on her gear quietly and went off into the aerie, where the fighters kept their flying mounts.

Barely any security was put into the building, making it quite easy for Fyn to move back and forth. There simply was no point in having guards stand by the normally empty hallways of the Battalion facilities, as it acted as a second home for anyone temporarily stationed in Glypheim... or permanent refugees turned soldiers.

Fynola opened the gates of the dimly lit stables, finding Barin right away. The gryphon had noticed her scent immediately, his scarlet eyes meeting her own. He did not look like he had been sleeping for very long before she approached him, his tail wagging happily. The raven haired girl bent down, making a silent gesture that beckoned the snow white gryphon to approach her. As they walked side by side, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.

There was one stable door that was open, revealing a missing animal. That... or the animal had been summoned by its owner. Fynola's instinct chose to side with the latter. A majority of the flying mounts were thunderbirds, unique creatures native to Glypheim. Even the sight of a pure white gryphon was unique. Though, she had a feeling she knew who the animal belonged to.

Shaking her head, she dismissed the stable doors and made her exit outdoors.

Fynola stopped a few hundred meters away from the barracks, near an inconspicuous body of water. Feeling the downpour drench her hair, she closed her icy eyes to feel the rain on her face. It felt exhilarating to say the least. "Let's fly." Fynola hopped on Barin's saddle, cruising leisurely across the water. Barin danced in the dark clouds, cruising among the rainy skies. Though, just above the downpour, the mystery of the missing mount had been solved.

A distinct white figure riding on a wyvern confirmed her suspicions.

Of course Fynola knew the infamous arena fighter, known as Veilvel. His infamy had only grown from his battles, all the way up to his speech. The woman did not frequent arenas, preferring to fight in a team environment, as well as the fact that such a model soldier spending her time at such a place was... out of character, to say the least. Despite this, Legion supporters in Malth were few and far between, and many had simply heard of one another through the grapevine. It was likely he had heard of her parents, commanders that had been vocal of the Legion, only to be disgraced.

Though, they had not interacted with one another, Fynola took it upon herself to become acquainted with her comrades. To grab their attention, Barin flew closer and let out a loud screech. She decided it was best to keep her reputation unmentioned, in fear that the wyvern rider would not trust her, despite her gryphon's colouring giving her away immediately. "I see another comrade is enjoying the skies."

Pretzel Heart

 

[Pretzel Heart]

Veilvel hated Glypheim. While one might think the perpetual dark storm of the nation's skies would be fitting for one of such tempestuous mind, in truth, they oppressed him. The constant cover of clouds felt like the lid of a box compared to the never-ending beauty of his homeland's vast celestial plains. Perhaps Malth, for all its faults, truly was his destiny. A white figure upon a white wyrm...he was a perfect fit to the pallid puzzle of the queendom's frozen canvas. While against the blackness of Glypheim, he couldn't help but stand out.

Which was much to his misfortune, that night. On any given day Veilvel was the type to prefer solitude to senseless banter, but on this evening, most of all, he was content to brood in isolation with none but his wyvern for companionship.

They had been but refugees in Glypheim for only a short time, but it was already far too long. Thankfully, at least, they would not need to tarry under the dark skies for much longer. These were his final preparations. In a few more days he would be flying to the Legion headquarters in Dinne to take up his official assignment and prepare for his first mission...or so he hoped. Surely anyone could see what an asset such a brilliant and seasoned warrior as himself would make to any venture.

All was set for the journey, which would be hopefully quick. He had just had to perform one last ritual...

Suddenly, a sharp, all-too-familiar sound pierced the young Rider's sour thoughts.

A gryphon

Instinctually he feared the worst, wondering if Maltian soldiers hadn't somehow caught up to him, might be chasing him, even now-- but as the stranger approached, he could see that she offered no further threat than a minor annoyance.

"I would scarcely describe it as enjoyment in such weather."

Veilvel eyed his new companion suspiciously, all the while wishing to the Goddess he didn't believe in that she would go away. There weren't many in the Legion who hailed from the snow country, and even less who had packed with them their frosty white steeds. As the Battalion's aerie was somewhat stuffed with the damned over-glorified chickens Glypheim was so proud of, he had of course taken note of the outliers upon his many visits over the past weeks. He didn't know the name of the gryphon's owner, only that she hailed from the military, and therefore was not to be trusted. Though he was a bit curious what had brought her to the Legion, he hadn't shown any interest in speaking with her before this night, and truly, if he had the choice, wouldn't be doing so now, either.

"I was merely tending to...personal business."

He turned from the intruder to focus on the grey sky ahead. As a man of Malth he had rarely seen any rain - the closest they had was sleet in the warmer months. And from the over-saturation of it in his new home, he had already developed a distaste for the phenomenon. He had had to buy all new clothes just to adapt, as the water was hardly healthy for the heavy furs he was used to.

Though the one thing that never changed was his armor...pale ice-blue scales even now shimmering between cracks in his raincoat as it flittered in the wind.

Almost forgetting about the other, Veilvel unintentionally let a hand slip across the scales' glossy surface...bringing to mind far-distant memories at the familiar touch. And then, not-so-distant memories. The deep creases of his grandfather's face made all the more terrifying through candlelight. The sunken shape of his body melted into the chair. Tonight will be the last time we meet...perhaps for life.

At least, thanks to the former Champion's long and illustrious career (no matter its disastrous end), he would likely never want for money. Both were, by nature, simple men with simple needs. And for two who had suffered so much tragedy...who were both reaching into a void after the same fallen light...really, each other's company should have been enough.

So then where had they gone so wrong...?

"But that's of little matter. What brings you to the skies at this time, under such conditions? And I'm afraid I never caught your name."

theplasticdemon​