[she is sure she has made an appointment for today. someone must have asked her to help out in the greenhouse or with catching a special kind of fish or maybe to even consider taste-testing a new recipe. byleth is sure of it, yet it escapes her mind as she traverses the grounds of the monastery in some kind of hurry. she sees her students, now comrades in arms in this war, standing about but none of them spark a sense of recognition... until she reaches dimitri.]
[it's the blue that catches her eye first, and she's hurrying to him with a rather strained expression―]
[without much of a word, she raises the satin ribbon onto his chestplate, her expression that of intense concentration as she stares at it, almost daring it to speak that it does not, in fact, belong to this person. it might belong to someone else, a previous pupil who has taken another side in this war, and the thought itself frustrates her as much as it upsets her.]
Definitely not.
[a low mutter to herself, taking the ribbon back and putting it in her bag of lost items.]
[it's only then that she looks up at dimitri. maybe it was the cloak which made her immediately gravitate towards him? or maybe it was―]
no subject
[it's the blue that catches her eye first, and she's hurrying to him with a rather strained expression―]
[without much of a word, she raises the satin ribbon onto his chestplate, her expression that of intense concentration as she stares at it, almost daring it to speak that it does not, in fact, belong to this person. it might belong to someone else, a previous pupil who has taken another side in this war, and the thought itself frustrates her as much as it upsets her.]
Definitely not.
[a low mutter to herself, taking the ribbon back and putting it in her bag of lost items.]
[it's only then that she looks up at dimitri. maybe it was the cloak which made her immediately gravitate towards him? or maybe it was―]