Fire Emblem Awakening Holidays

Christmas

Megan caressed the brown paper package lightly in her arms as she strode through camp. The early morning air filled her lungs, and though it was chilly, it was also infused with an energy that is most present during the holidays. Everyone was emanating warm Christmas spirit that seemed to banish the cold and welcome cheer.

She took a deep breath, let it out, and smiled at her steamy breath. She was so eager to get to Frederick now that she picked up her pace. . . .and practically tripped over Sumia.

They were both startled, and Megan began to apologize, but then Sumia started giggling, and then they were both giggling, and they laid down in the snow like a couple of young girls.

"I'm so sorry, Megan!" she apologized breathily. "I'm always getting in the way."

"Sumia, no! Don't blame yourself, it was my fault this time," Megan laughed. "It seems that I'm not the most elegant Shepard, either."

Laying on the ground as they were, she suddenly felt inspired to do something she hadn't done for a very long time. Her arms stretched out into the snow and she began to wave her arms and legs to and fro.

"Oh! I haven't made a snow angel like this since I was a child!" Megan exclaimed. "Come on, Sumia! You too!"

The ladies shared a glance, and a challenge was issued. The two of them threw themselves into their efforts with gusto, laughing so hard that their stomachs ached and their cheeks were rosier than ever. All the noise drew someone dear to Megan's heart near them, and he stood with his hand on his hip, watching the scene rather straight-faced.

"What's this, then?" Frederick asked.

Sumia threw herself off of the ground and stood first. Megan sat up and suddenly realized that she was rather wet and cold. Her thighs would begin to sting soon if she didn't get up and out of this freezing snow.

"Oh, Frederick, I was just on my way to see you," she said as he examined her surroundings and raised an eyebrow. "Well, you see--" she began to try to explain.

"It was my fault!" Sumia said abruptly. "I was clumsy as usual, and--" she once again tried to take the blame for what had happened, but Megan interjected, "No, Sumia, I told you already, I wasn't thinking, and I was the one who--" but Sumia wouldn't hear of it, replying, "Frederick, Megan's being too kind, you know me, I'm always ruining things. . . ."

"I won't hear any more of that!" Megan yelled, "But if I don't get up soon, my butt's gonna freeze off and stay behind in this snow, and I'd much rather have my butt stay on -my- behind, so. . . ." Sumia was startled at first, but then looked at Frederick and let out a small chuckle. He shook his head and offered Megan his hand.

"We can't have that, can we?" he said, smirking. She smiled and pulled on his hand, stood, and then they were face to face.

"Ah," Frederick said quietly. He looked deep into her eyes for a moment, and Megan felt like she was blushing, though it was hard to tell after the recent activity and exposure to the cold air. Either way, Frederick was like warm sunlight cutting through a cold dark night, and she knew that was cheesy, but it also felt like the truth. Their love was her truth.

Her thoughts must have run away with her, because she was now looking at his beautiful brown hair, his face tilted downward, eyes looking her over and mouth frowning.

"Perhaps you weren't joking about the freezing part, my love," he said concernedly. "I won't have you getting sick. Let's make our way to the kitchens," he gestured over yonder. "I've been starting cooking fires for the holiday meal preparations, and you should both warm yourselves before you catch the flu. . . ." he trailed off, brow furrowed. "Was making snow angels really necessary?" he asked. "They hardly seem worth getting sick over. . . ."