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[wyverns]

[The feed clicks on and the first thing visible is hay strewn about on the ground- upon closer inspection, the hay is spattered with blood.

After the Scroll is set down to start recording, a fucking dragon comes into view- small enough to fit in the stables, apparently, but her wings are folded down and she's curled up tight. Around her are three of the knights of Highcrest, currently on the ground and moaning in pain- two are bleeding openly, the third is completely passed out.

And amongst it all is a man with pitch-black riding armor and a mask that covers half of his face. The axe in his hand is large, stained with blood, and Gerome hefts it to his shoulder for added effect.]

If anyone else so much as thinks of touching my wyvern-

[The lizard lifts her head slightly, slitted eyes staring curiously into the camera from over Gerome's other shoulder. The rider kicks at one of the knights with an armored boot and the man groans out in pain.]

-then next time, I won't hold back.

[He reaches forward and shuts off the feed.]

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[wyverns]

[Gerome seems a little embarrassed, for what it's worth, but probably more angry than anything- Minerva, by contrast, is more or less walking behind him with an attitude that can only really be seen as shame.

As they approach Noire, he pauses, glancing back to his wyvern with a gruff sigh.]

Whatever they did to Minerva, she can't fly anymore.

[Another pause, this one a little more sheepish.]

...I got lost on foot.

[unavailing]

[She quickly stands from where she'd been sitting once she's sure it really is them, hugging the communicator close to herself.

Oh... Oh no. That's no good.] B-but she's not hurt, is she? Is she... really all right?

[She shrugs though, and manages a bit of a sheepish smile.] Um, that's all right. We all just got here. I think we can get back without getting lost now...

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[Gerome shakes his head, turning back toward his wyvern after a moment with a thin-lipped stare.]

She doesn't seem to be in pain. Neither of us are sure of what the problem is.

[And then, a little sigh, as he sort of disregards her words in favor of a little more self pity.]

I'm not as good of a fighter on foot. If we need to fight in any battles, I'll be next to useless.

[unavailing]

[Noire looks down at her feet, her smile quickly disappearing. Oh no. Ohhhh nooo...]

Um. I-I... I've still got my bow. I can help if we need to fight on the way...

[She looks up at Gerome again and nods, touching the bow at her back.] I... can do it.

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Thank you.

[He hates feeling useless, but- the bow will come in handy. Gerome nods once, reaching up to pat at Minerva's neck.]

You haven't seen anyone else here?

[unavailing]

A few, but only through this. [She holds up her communicator between her hands, a small chalkboard.] And... I saw Mother, too.

[wyverns]

...yes, I've heard that some of our parents are here as well. Chrom, Henry, and Robin are the only ones I've met from the previous generation.

[Meaning... not his mother. Or father.]

[unavailing]

[She hasn't seen all of the ones he's mentioned, or his parents, or even her own father, but...

She nods, lowers her communicator again.] Lissa is here, too. But I don't know if... I don't know if some of the other, um, parents are here too and we just haven't seen them yet... They could be... right?

[wyverns]

I doubt it.

[Because it's better to think poorly of them, really.]

They would have made themselves known.

[unavailing]

I guess so. But if they're not here...

Are they back there by themselves? [Because that's kind of a scary thought with Grima still running around...]

[wyverns]

...I don't know. If we're not there to help them-

[Then they'll die again. He doesn't even want to think about that.]

[unavailing]

[.....Oh. She can tell what he's getting at and she doesn't like at all]

Oh no... We went back to change things, but... What if coming here ruins all of that?