[Marianne is more graceful than she was as a teenager, but she still by no means has the balance required to keep her footing across a sea of giant jellyfish. Especially since they seem to be... gossiping? She swears she can hear voices, and the jellyfish are the only creatures near enough for her to pick up on the conversation. It's similar to how her Crest works, but clearer. Stranger.
Between a lack of balance and the distraction, Marianne topples into the water more than once before she finally makes it ashore. There, she finds that she isn't the only one who's collecting her wits after being unceremoniously dropped into a lake. It's a mixed blessing. While it's a relief that she isn't alone, being among a large group of strangers is overwhelming. She scans the sea of faces, trying to find a familiar one, and steps backward--right into someone passing by.]
Oh! I'm sorry.
[Instinctively, her gaze falls to the ground. It's easy to slide back into old habits when under stress like this.]
Caravan(ish) & Red Spring
[The Caravan ride over is largely uneventful, and Marianne spends the ride asleep while curled up with a diminuitive version of Dorte, her favorite horse from back at the monastery. A red-breasted robin flies in at some point, picking at her hair to try and rouse her, but ultimately gives up and flies off.
The party arrives at the Red Spring, and Marianne sets Dorte up in the stables before finding her room for the night. She could almost swear she hears the horse say goodnight to her before she leaves. She tries not to think too much about it.
Having slept most of the way here, Marianne isn't especially tired. Still, she wishes for some quiet and has little interest in exploring the springs or anything of the sort. Her head is still spinning from everything she's been told and from the situation she's left behind, and she simply lacks the emotional bandwidth to be social. She wants nothing more to read a little, pray to the Goddess (assuming she can even hear her, so far away), and rest.
However, she arrives to find the room occupied. Right, they're assigned two to a room, aren't they? She freezes in the doorway.]
Um, hello. I guess we're supposed to room together tonight.
If you would prefer to be alone, I can find somewhere else to go.
[A night in the stables probably wouldn't be that bad.]
Honey over Vinegar
[There's almost a cruel irony in the fact that Marianne has left a world torn apart by war only to be dropped in the middle of one considering it. She's not eager to see this place fall into horror and chaos, especially as the aggressor, and so she finds herself drawn to the faction intent on avoiding it at all costs.
Which is how she's found herself in an orchard filled with cookies, of all things. It's magical and a bit silly, but Marianne doesn't really mind. She doesn't really have much opportunity to, since right now she's kneeling on the ground and arguing with a horse the size of a large dog.]
Dorte, you can't keep eating cookies off of the bushes. You're going to make yourself sick.
[Dorte nickers in response.]
I know they're delicious, but you have to learn some restraint. Just because we're not in Fodlan is no excuse to let yourself go.
[Those familiar with Marianne really won't register this as unusual. Dorte is the one creature in Garreg Mach she talks to the most.]
Marianne von Edmund | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | Animal and Healing
[Marianne is more graceful than she was as a teenager, but she still by no means has the balance required to keep her footing across a sea of giant jellyfish. Especially since they seem to be... gossiping? She swears she can hear voices, and the jellyfish are the only creatures near enough for her to pick up on the conversation. It's similar to how her Crest works, but clearer. Stranger.
Between a lack of balance and the distraction, Marianne topples into the water more than once before she finally makes it ashore. There, she finds that she isn't the only one who's collecting her wits after being unceremoniously dropped into a lake. It's a mixed blessing. While it's a relief that she isn't alone, being among a large group of strangers is overwhelming. She scans the sea of faces, trying to find a familiar one, and steps backward--right into someone passing by.]
Oh! I'm sorry.
[Instinctively, her gaze falls to the ground. It's easy to slide back into old habits when under stress like this.]
Caravan(ish) & Red Spring
[The Caravan ride over is largely uneventful, and Marianne spends the ride asleep while curled up with a diminuitive version of Dorte, her favorite horse from back at the monastery. A red-breasted robin flies in at some point, picking at her hair to try and rouse her, but ultimately gives up and flies off.
The party arrives at the Red Spring, and Marianne sets Dorte up in the stables before finding her room for the night. She could almost swear she hears the horse say goodnight to her before she leaves. She tries not to think too much about it.
Having slept most of the way here, Marianne isn't especially tired. Still, she wishes for some quiet and has little interest in exploring the springs or anything of the sort. Her head is still spinning from everything she's been told and from the situation she's left behind, and she simply lacks the emotional bandwidth to be social. She wants nothing more to read a little, pray to the Goddess (assuming she can even hear her, so far away), and rest.
However, she arrives to find the room occupied. Right, they're assigned two to a room, aren't they? She freezes in the doorway.]
Um, hello. I guess we're supposed to room together tonight.
If you would prefer to be alone, I can find somewhere else to go.
[A night in the stables probably wouldn't be that bad.]
Honey over Vinegar
[There's almost a cruel irony in the fact that Marianne has left a world torn apart by war only to be dropped in the middle of one considering it. She's not eager to see this place fall into horror and chaos, especially as the aggressor, and so she finds herself drawn to the faction intent on avoiding it at all costs.
Which is how she's found herself in an orchard filled with cookies, of all things. It's magical and a bit silly, but Marianne doesn't really mind. She doesn't really have much opportunity to, since right now she's kneeling on the ground and arguing with a horse the size of a large dog.]
Dorte, you can't keep eating cookies off of the bushes. You're going to make yourself sick.
[Dorte nickers in response.]
I know they're delicious, but you have to learn some restraint. Just because we're not in Fodlan is no excuse to let yourself go.
[Those familiar with Marianne really won't register this as unusual. Dorte is the one creature in Garreg Mach she talks to the most.]