[The comment came almost as an afterthought, from someone who had long since taken to observing the city from the safety of the rooftops rather than from the streets themselves. Reyson looked over Verens with a wary curiosity gleaming in his eyes. There were moments when the air itself was thick with negativity-- something that grated on his senses and threatened to whisk him from the skies. Other times the atmosphere was as light as the wispy clouds that brushed by in the highest parts of the sky where even his wings couldn't take him.
Nothing was quite as calm as the Serenes forest, but it didn't need to be; it just needed to be stable enough for him to adjust to it.
Small fortune it was that the strife of the battlefield was absent here. Reyson wasn't sure how much more of that he could take.]
D-2
...I refuse.
[This 'drill' seemed utterly pointless in his mind, when there were so many other things that needed to be done-- but being handed a sign that read 'I'm dead' and instructed to lay in the dirt all day was the final straw for Reyson. He was never one to allow someone else to fight for him if it could be helped.
Even if fighting often resulted in him getting hurt worse than his enemies.
To further make his stance known, Reyson unfurled his wings. Did they really expect him to just lie around when he had fragile appendages that could be stepped on???]
Reyson | Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance
The air is... tumultuous here.
[The comment came almost as an afterthought, from someone who had long since taken to observing the city from the safety of the rooftops rather than from the streets themselves. Reyson looked over Verens with a wary curiosity gleaming in his eyes. There were moments when the air itself was thick with negativity-- something that grated on his senses and threatened to whisk him from the skies. Other times the atmosphere was as light as the wispy clouds that brushed by in the highest parts of the sky where even his wings couldn't take him.
Nothing was quite as calm as the Serenes forest, but it didn't need to be; it just needed to be stable enough for him to adjust to it.
Small fortune it was that the strife of the battlefield was absent here. Reyson wasn't sure how much more of that he could take.]
D-2
...I refuse.
[This 'drill' seemed utterly pointless in his mind, when there were so many other things that needed to be done-- but being handed a sign that read 'I'm dead' and instructed to lay in the dirt all day was the final straw for Reyson. He was never one to allow someone else to fight for him if it could be helped.
Even if fighting often resulted in him getting hurt worse than his enemies.
To further make his stance known, Reyson unfurled his wings. Did they really expect him to just lie around when he had fragile appendages that could be stepped on???]