[ byleth doesn't say a word to that. which would be almost uncharacteristically reticent of her - if she didn't speak through her actions instead. with a gentle lob, she tosses the bloodied chunk of ice into the water, stepping back to place her hand on an all-too-familiar sword's hilt.
that much leaves no question. it's byleth that stands before lysithea.
her eyes scan the water surrounding the ice, the ripples echoing outward. and as shadows start to form beneath the bloody lure, byleth grips her sword tight. ]
no subject
that much leaves no question. it's byleth that stands before lysithea.
her eyes scan the water surrounding the ice, the ripples echoing outward. and as shadows start to form beneath the bloody lure, byleth grips her sword tight. ]
Now.