"I don't know what exactly you expect to show me, we don't really have a Starlight equivalent in my world." Corrin says to the PuPu. "There must be other people who need your...services more than I."
"Ah, don't worry! I'm seeing to them as well."
Corrin's brow wrinkles. "What, right now?"
"Yes!"
"But how does that-"
"Ghost, remember?"
"...Yeah, all right. But like I said, there is no Starlight equivalent back home. Isn't that the whole point of this exercise?"
"Indeed, indeed! We've had to learn to adapt where offworlders are concerned. It's been a big challenge, let me tell you. But tell me...you still have birthdays back in Nohr, don't you?"
"We do, yes."
"You've been so busy since you arrived, you completely forgot that your's was coming up, didn't you? The date's not an exact match to Starlight, but it's close enough for us to work with! Your twenty-second, right?"
Corrin blinks. She had completely forgotten how close her birthday was, what with arriving at Vaikuntha and all that she'd done since then. "21st, actually." She replies. "You're right, I had forgotten."
The PuPu nods. "So perhaps you remember the last birthday you had before you entered the Hoshidan war properly, yes? Your 18th!"
A scene before them begins to take shape, surrounding the two. It's a familiar scene to Corrin; the private living quarters of the Northern Fortress. A roaring fire heats the room, a bearskin rug, and a collection of chairs and couches have been set up around it. A slightly younger-looking Corrin sits with her siblings. They are all laughing; a solemn-faced young man with silver hair is pouring some tea into a cup for Corrin.
A look of contentment spreads across the real Corrin's face. "Yeah, I remember this day. This is more like it." She crouches down and puts her head in her hand to watch the scene unfold with a look of joy on her face.
[Bad Times-The Ice Tribe Rebellion]
"That was...pleasant. Thank you." Corrin says as the scene of her family at the Northern Fortress fades away.
"You're welcome! It's important to spend time with family when you can...and you of all people should know that "family" isn't just a matter of blood. It's who you choose as well. You know all about that!"
"Of course I do." Corrin replies. "I'm not denying that."
"Anyway, I'm afraid you might be so keen on thanking me after this next scene. With good also comes bad, y'see."
"I don't recall any particularly unpleasant birthdays."
"Like I said, we've had to get a bit creative. Do you remember fighting for your life in the snow? Against Flora and Chief Kilma?"
Corrin is silent for a moment. "The Ice Tribe Rebellion. Of course I remember. Father's insane "test of loyalty"."
"A suicide mission, in point of fact. You know he didn't count on you succeeding."
"But I did." Corrin said confidently. "I stopped the fighting without any loss of life to the tribesmen, and convinced Chief Kilma to stand down. I promised I'd help him get his people back their autonomy, and I did; Xander released them from their vassalage when he took the throne." She thinks for a moment. "I shudder to think what would have happened to them if I hadn't been there for Father to send."
"Well, anyway, get comfy. This might not be as bad as some, but I know you don't like seeing memories of you fighting people you care about."
Corrin sighs. "Yeah, yeah...let's get this over with." She glances at the PuPu. "Two more after you, right?"
"Yepyepyep."
"Neat."
A scene of a snowy battlefield at night begins to form; a small frozen lake dominates the center of a small village. Corrin sees herself and a small group of Nohrian troops-Princess Elise among them-gather at one side of the village. Across the lake, at the other end of the village, is an opulent mansion, the residence of Chieftain Kilma, head of the Ice Tribe, who stands in front of the front gate of the house. There are Ice Tribe soldiers massing as well, including somewhat strangely, a young blue-haired woman in a maid's outfit who nevertheless is carrying a rather wicked-looking dagger in her hand with the expertise of someone who knows how to use it. Her expression is grim, but resolute.
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"I don't know what exactly you expect to show me, we don't really have a Starlight equivalent in my world." Corrin says to the PuPu. "There must be other people who need your...services more than I."
"Ah, don't worry! I'm seeing to them as well."
Corrin's brow wrinkles. "What, right now?"
"Yes!"
"But how does that-"
"Ghost, remember?"
"...Yeah, all right. But like I said, there is no Starlight equivalent back home. Isn't that the whole point of this exercise?"
"Indeed, indeed! We've had to learn to adapt where offworlders are concerned. It's been a big challenge, let me tell you. But tell me...you still have birthdays back in Nohr, don't you?"
"We do, yes."
"You've been so busy since you arrived, you completely forgot that your's was coming up, didn't you? The date's not an exact match to Starlight, but it's close enough for us to work with! Your twenty-second, right?"
Corrin blinks. She had completely forgotten how close her birthday was, what with arriving at Vaikuntha and all that she'd done since then. "21st, actually." She replies. "You're right, I had forgotten."
The PuPu nods. "So perhaps you remember the last birthday you had before you entered the Hoshidan war properly, yes? Your 18th!"
A scene before them begins to take shape, surrounding the two. It's a familiar scene to Corrin; the private living quarters of the Northern Fortress. A roaring fire heats the room, a bearskin rug, and a collection of chairs and couches have been set up around it. A slightly younger-looking Corrin sits with her siblings. They are all laughing; a solemn-faced young man with silver hair is pouring some tea into a cup for Corrin.
A look of contentment spreads across the real Corrin's face. "Yeah, I remember this day. This is more like it." She crouches down and puts her head in her hand to watch the scene unfold with a look of joy on her face.
[Bad Times-The Ice Tribe Rebellion]
"That was...pleasant. Thank you." Corrin says as the scene of her family at the Northern Fortress fades away.
"You're welcome! It's important to spend time with family when you can...and you of all people should know that "family" isn't just a matter of blood. It's who you choose as well. You know all about that!"
"Of course I do." Corrin replies. "I'm not denying that."
"Anyway, I'm afraid you might be so keen on thanking me after this next scene. With good also comes bad, y'see."
"I don't recall any particularly unpleasant birthdays."
"Like I said, we've had to get a bit creative. Do you remember fighting for your life in the snow? Against Flora and Chief Kilma?"
Corrin is silent for a moment. "The Ice Tribe Rebellion. Of course I remember. Father's insane "test of loyalty"."
"A suicide mission, in point of fact. You know he didn't count on you succeeding."
"But I did." Corrin said confidently. "I stopped the fighting without any loss of life to the tribesmen, and convinced Chief Kilma to stand down. I promised I'd help him get his people back their autonomy, and I did; Xander released them from their vassalage when he took the throne." She thinks for a moment. "I shudder to think what would have happened to them if I hadn't been there for Father to send."
"Well, anyway, get comfy. This might not be as bad as some, but I know you don't like seeing memories of you fighting people you care about."
Corrin sighs. "Yeah, yeah...let's get this over with." She glances at the PuPu. "Two more after you, right?"
"Yepyepyep."
"Neat."
A scene of a snowy battlefield at night begins to form; a small frozen lake dominates the center of a small village. Corrin sees herself and a small group of Nohrian troops-Princess Elise among them-gather at one side of the village. Across the lake, at the other end of the village, is an opulent mansion, the residence of Chieftain Kilma, head of the Ice Tribe, who stands in front of the front gate of the house. There are Ice Tribe soldiers massing as well, including somewhat strangely, a young blue-haired woman in a maid's outfit who nevertheless is carrying a rather wicked-looking dagger in her hand with the expertise of someone who knows how to use it. Her expression is grim, but resolute.
"Flora..."