Comms and Other Long FE Oneshots

In Flames There is Freedom

*Wattpad Summer Promptest. This is the Scripted Fates runthrough of Awakening. Death and emotional breakdowns ahead, this entire thing was inspired by the fact that Cynthia and Morgan cannot support despite their parentage in this.*

July 7th, 1022 Years of the Halidom (Emmeryn commits suicide)

A breeze that was almost as hot as the sunlight beating down blew through Cynthia's dark blue pigtails and Snow's white feathers. The alicorn shifted underneath her, nickering irritably. "Aw, it's not so bad!" she told her with her customary grin. "We hardly ever get time to ourselves- well, I don't and that's mostly self-inflicted- but still! The coastline is beautiful and we'd never see anything like this back in the future, so cheer up."

Snow chuffed, tossing her head, and she giggled. "You always were a bit of a sourpuss." She slid off of her back, and she immediately trotted forward, spreading her massive white wings and taking off toward the sea. She flew low, hooves skimming the water like she'd loved to do even back when she was just a pegasus and they'd had time to take a small break in the fight for their lives. Cynthia stretched, wondering why she didn't take a break from talking to the other Shepherds more often. She loved talking to her parents and the company, but the quiet out here was... kind of nice. Especially after a party and the cleanup of that party. Especially today of all days.

"Cynthiaaaaa!"

Aaaaaand there was the one person of all people that she wanted to avoid today. Cynthia's body stiffened up all at once, but she forced herself to turn and smile at the redheaded dark flier running straight toward her. "Hey, Morgan! Something happen back at camp?"

"No, everything's normal back there," Morgan replied somewhat breathlessly as she came to a stop. "People training and cleaning up, some people scouting the area. I thought that you were with the scouts, but Father told me you weren't on the roster, so I came out here on a hunch." She grinned. "I'm glad I found you. I wanted to talk to you."

"You did, huh? Why?" Why today of all days? Cynthia inwardly sighed at the thought, though she kept her smile in place. She'd thought she had trained herself to stop asking these questions- heroes weren't heroes without hardship, after all!

Yeah? Well, life isn't a fairy tale, and while I'm not your vision of a villain, I am your enemy.

Ah, yep. Yep. That would be why these questions came up around Morgan. Her dark brown eyes were sparkling with a light that hadn't been in that woman's she'd run into back in the future, though, so it was easy to bat them to the side, where they belonged and should stay. "Well, this is the first bit of actual free time I've had for a while and I don't really want to use it to bother Father-"

"Because it's Cordelia's birthday?"

"Yeah!" Morgan beamed, thankfully completely missing the fact that Cynthia's smile was gone now. "I mean, I know we just had a party and all, but my parents deserve some time to themselves. Besides, I was curious about the future."

This just kept getting better. "I'm surprised the one you're asking," she ventured.

"I would have asked Owain, but he and Lucina are in the middle of one of the most intense sparring sessions I've ever seen. And that just leaves you to ask." Morgan's bright smile softened slightly. "Besides, we never talk, which is super weird. Our dads are best friends, our moms are best friends, and we're both former pegasus knights."

"Once a pegasus knight, always a pegasus knight, Morgan," Cynthia corrected, smiling again. "Doesn't matter what the master seal changes us into. Anyways, yeah, we've both just been busy, I'm sure." I totally haven't been trying to avoid you for reasons that are no fault of yours whatsoever. And I totally won't continue to do so in the future until I get used to the fact that you're here to make things easier for both of us. "So what do you want to know? Practically none of the future is fun to talk about, though, just so you know."