[Fire Emblem] [Drabble 09] Sigh No More

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Sigh No More
Author: Amber Michelle
Challenge: 09 – competition
Word Count: 500
Game: Radiant Dawn

Warnings: spoilers for PoR, I guess. This is set between PoR and RD, even though I haven't finished PoR yet, so um.

Cross-posted at fe_drabble.



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Micaiah scratched the edge of her knife to make sure it was clean. She sat beside Sothe in a booth in the back corner of the tavern near their loft in the city, away from the window and the two barmaids, and far away from the other guests. There weren't many; the afternoon sun was still high, and the front window was too low, shaded by the overhang of the second story, so it felt like twilight inside. Lamps were burning, hung from the ceiling. She smelled stewed beef wafting from the kitchen, but what they could afford was a chunk of brown bread, orange cheese, and two thin slices of cold mutton. She didn't ask where Sothe got the silver, only made sure he couldn't lift any more by crowding him against the wall.

"You'd like him," he said, folding the paper that had wrapped the cheese, bending the grease-stained corner. "He's like you, only fighting for his friends, and-- what's right, that sort of thing."

"Hmm." She pulled their tray over. The bread was solid, good grain. He'd probably hate it. "And he uses two swords, right? And takes on dragons."

Sothe kicked the table leg. "He only used one, and the dragon wasn't his fault."

Micaiah snickered, and swallowed her grin when she felt his glare. "Yeah, you told me." She sliced four pieces of bread and worked the knife into the cheese. "Twice." She pressed the blunt side of the knife down when it wouldn't cut all the way through. Maybe if she imagined the slab of cheese was this commander's face--

"You weren't listening--"

"I listened the first time!" The knife hit the tray, jolted her wrist. "And anyway--" She cut another slice and laid them on bread. "Is Ike the one who saved your hide when that guardsman was going to throw you in the Pit for steeling? No," she answered for him when he opened his mouth. "Did Ike talk the baker girl down when she found out you stole her pastries and sold them above market pri--?"

"No." Sothe rolled his eyes. "Fine, Micaiah, I get it." He pulled a knife and speared a piece of mutton for the bread she pushed over to him. "You don't have to get jealous."

"I'm not jealous." She layered her slices of cheese and meat and took a big bite. She'd heard enough about Ike on the way back into Daein - it was all praise in Begnion, and the talk mostly hateful in the rural areas. It was his fault a Begnion army marched over their property, damaged their crops. "People look at you strangely when you talk about Ike. I don't want you to end up with a dagger in your back, okay?"

Sothe hunched over the table to eat, already eyeing the rest of the bread. "Sure, whatever."


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This wanted to be longer. Damn. Oh well.