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Who: Bernadetta and YOU
When: First couple of weeks in the month
Where: Various locations
What: Bernadetta is having to adjust to some new changes. It's a lot to take in! For someone who is getting smaller every day...
Warnings: Hopefully just her usual anxieties. But I'll throw up a warning for potential mentions of child abuse (she had a rough childhood) just in case. Other than that it's just body transformation things!

A. Home is where the heart is (Closed to the people she lives with at the Lions or Eagles houses)

[Those who live with Bernie may not see her that often. Which, honestly, is pretty normal! She loves to spend time in her room and keep to herself. With that said there's always food for either household and she makes sure it's well suited to individual needs. Of course she makes sure that she doesn't make a mess either. After all she doesn't want to be a rude housemate!

With that said, her housemates might notice something rather...odd. Or maybe even a few things.

For one, she's definitely been getting smaller. She'd started out at around 5'5" but now those around might notice that she's got to have shrunk...several inches. Why, she's shorter than Edelgard now!

But there's more than that. Thin, almost hairlike things are starting to stick up from her hair. She's a little self conscious about how weird they might look so she's been dodging people. That and the fact that the window in the back of her clothes is definitely showing off very noticeable nubs that indicate her incoming wings. And are her ears...pointier?

Well she can't dodge people forever. Eventually one of them will find her! Especially if she thinks she's alone and has a space to do some sewing or reading in another part of the house.]

B. Sometimes she has to get outside

[It's rare for her to go outside right now with her odd looking changes but she knows she can't hide forever. Besides, she really wants to do some painting or sewing outside! Which means that she tries to find a private but pretty location to do just that. It helps that there's a lot of gardening things going on right now which happens to be one of her favorite things in the universe.

A nice vase of flowers arranged on the ground before her as she hums to herself while she either paints it or embroiders the design of it onto fabric. She seems lost in her own little world so she's not likely to notice she has company right away.

Don't let that stop you though. She might be jumpy but friendship is good for her!]

Wildcard

[If we have other plans feel free to use this one here! Otherwise feel free to plot with me and we'll figure something else out!]

[ooc: Just a heads up that tags will be slow on weekdays because of school for this month! Still I will do my best to not keep you waiting too long! Thank you for your patience in advance!]

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[After over a month in Aefenglom, monster parts have become less and less remarkable. Sure, she's too curious of a child to not have some interest in things that she never saw before then, but the level of interest has been slipping down.

What has not fallen in interest? Height -- or, rather, height changes. That is what makes Leslie freeze when she sees Bernadetta. Because one explanation is that Bernadetta has shrunk. The other is that Leslie has grown.

Sure, she knows she can't have shot up several inches in one night. Sure, she knows that she hasn't noticed anyone else looking smaller. But she also hasn't been awake very long, on her way to breakfast, so it makes sense to her sleepy brain that maybe she didn't notice because everyone else she'd seen daily while she hadn't crossed paths with Bernadetta for a few days. It's hard to notice small changes day by day compared to seeing something that you haven't seen in a long time.

Sorry, Bernadetta. In this moment, Leslie has forgotten about trying not to startle the other anxiety girl and doesn't make any effort to announce her presence before she's scurrying up towards Bernadetta.]

Have I finally hit my growth spurt?! Oh, please tell me I look taller than the last time you saw me!

[The handsome knight in the book she's reading is about to partake in some rather intimate moments with his love when suddenly little footsteps rushing her way alert her to something horrifying.

She's not alone.

Slamming the book closed, she quickly hides the title against her chest as if she's some child having been caught with a dirty book rather than a grown woman allowed to read whatever she wants. Face bright red and eyes wide, she stares at Leslie, not even comprehending what she's even saying in that moment as she wishes desperately to sink into the chair she's currently sitting in.]

I...what...

[She's frozen in humiliation and terror and confusion.]

...what?

[Not seeing Bernie often is honestly kind of nostalgic. It's like being back at Garreg Mach - she'd either be in the library, the greenhouse, or her room (with very quick jaunts to the kitchens) - so when Sylvain doesn't see her for several days on end, he just assumes that their schedules haven't matched up. Maybe she's in her room there. Maybe she's at the other house. Maybe when she is around, he's out and about doing odd jobs or going to a class or studying outside of the house.

Whatever the case, he hasn't seen her for a bit, so when he does see her in the kitchen, when he's going to make himself some tea, it's a bit of a pleasant surprise!

What is less of one, though, is the fact that there are two odd... bumps? Clearly visible on her back, that make his eyebrows knit together in concern.]

Bernadetta? Did you hurt yourself?

[The perfect thing to go with sketching? Tea. So of course she's in there making some when Sylvain walks in. Sketch book wide open to a rather compromising image...

Squeaking, she spins and slams it shut, keeping her hands on it. It looks like he didn't see it though. He's busy being worried about...her?

Bernie blinks.]

No?

[The little strands of what look like hair sticking straight up wiggle a little.]

[ lance is out and about, pointedly avoiding the marketplace for the time being so as to not trigger his weird thievery urges. he's wanting a quiet place to do some training, actually -- somewhere where temptation won't get him, somewhere he can get away from the stress that's been coming from his own teammates recently.

he wanders towards a quiet place -- a little patch of grass off to the side -- when he sees a familiar shade of purple hair. his eyes widen, and he knows how jumpy she can be, so he approaches slowly and clears his throat from a few feet away. ]

Bernie? Is that you?

Huh?

[She stops humming and the stroke of her brush stops. Blinking, she looks over at the person speaking to her. Oh! It's Lance!

She offers him a little smile. For whatever reason he's just easier for her to relax around. Maybe because he's always been gentle with her.]

Hi, Lance.

[ The day was overcast enough that Eileen found herself out on patrol before dusk, wanting to get more used to the local color, and perhaps familiarize herself more with her fellow mirrorbound. Of course that was easier said than done with her usual habits of stalking about in the shadows and peering at others from perches. The latter had become particularly more common as she found herself rather liking higher places lately. No doubt part of her 'transformation'.

But it did make people watching a little easier. Most of the time, anyways. But it also came with some issues, still not quite used to her new sense of balance. So she'd be leaning forward and...

Suddenly lose her perch.

Like she did just then, falling from her place on the edge of a nearby roof over Bernadetta and crashing into the ground next to her. ]

[She forgets to scream because she's too startled. Instead she states with wide eyes at the taken...woman? She thinks this is a woman.

Bernie slowly looks over, worry replacing fear surprisingly quickly.]

Are you okay?

[Should she call for help? Maybe Sylvain? She knows he's learning healing magic!

...this is not how she expected the end of her painting session to go!]

[ The woman in the beak mask pulled herself together with a small groan, rubbing at the back of her head and shaking slightly to try and regain her sense of presence. Someone was talking to her...

Ah. The girl. ]

These old bones aren't shattered yet, lass. [ She responded with a wincing chuckle. ]

Ah... but perhaps I should be more careful...

Do you need healing? I know someone. My friend.

[It feels so nice to call Sylvain that. But it's really true. He's become one of her special people here.]

I'm a monster so I'd be no good at it.

[ Eileen waved off the concern, shaking her head. ]

I'll do well enough just taking it easy. I should be apologizing to you for such a rude introduction, instead.

Oh! No I'm okay. I've had...worse.

[At this point she's not sure if that's good or bad though. But she thinks nothing of it.]

You can rest here a moment if you need to.

Hey! Long time no see!

[ he's happy to see her again, and he's glad he didn't scare her or anything. he walks towards her and grins. ]

You don't mind if I call you that, right? Bernie? And...can I join you?

I don't mind. I like it.

[It's nice to hear him using it too. She gives him another little smile then nods to let him know he can join her.]

I'm not doing anything exciting though. Just painting.

Okay, cool! Bernie it is.

[ he likes that name. it's cute. it matches her! he's happy she's letting him join her, too, so he sits next to her. he doesn't really have anything on him; he's just here to chill for a bit. training can wait. ]

Hey, all that matters is that you're having fun. But if I'm distracting you, feel free to kick me out, okay?

No it's okay. I like the company. I just didn't want to be boring.

[Since she doesn't know if painting is that fun to watch. Maybe it isn't.]

I thought maybe I couldn't hide away how weird I was looking forever. And that I should get fresh air.

[He'll definitely at least notice she's a good bit smaller than the last time he sat next to her.]

Boring? You? Naaaah, never.

[ he grins at her for a moment, but it's replaced by a frown when she mentioned how weird she looks. she's definitely smaller, yeah, but honestly? ]

I'd be a jerk if I judged you for it. Just look at me!

[ he leans forward to show her his back. there's a lump underneath his shirt around his mid-back. ]

See that? It's a fin. The first time it appeared it tore through a shirt I was trying on at a store.

[Curious, she leans back to look at the bump. It's not too bad to look at but it tore a shirt?]

I think mine are wings.

[Turning, she shows the window of her clothes at her shoulder blades. There are two decent sized bumps where it looks like wings will be coming in at some point based on their placement.]

I hope that's what they are...

[ YEP. it started off large, and then it shrunk down to fit his land form. it's a long story. ]

Yeah? I can see you with wings. I think they'd match you!

[ well. assuming they're pretty wings, anyway. she deserves those! ]

... I just hope it won't be painful when they appear.

It probably won't hurt as much as the time I say in the same spot for hours without moving...

[Not that she'd had a choice in that one. She'd been tied to the chair after all.]

Hopefully not more than that.

Huh?

[ well that's...not what he was expecting her to say at all. ]

How'd that happen?

Oh...

[Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.]

I was tied to a chair and left alone. To teach me to behave.

[ at that, lance feels his heart sink. his blood turns a little colder and his eyes go wide. ]

What? But...but why?

I... I wasn't a very good heir but I am my father's only child. So he wanted me to be an obedient wife to make it easier to marry me to someone.

[She takes a deep breath then sighs.]

So he'd tie me to a chair when I was little. Then leave me for hours. To let me learn how to be a quiet and obedient wife. At least until he gave up and just ignored me since I was a disappointment.

[ he's quiet for a moment as she speaks. lance isn't one to get mad very easily -- not keith mad, but actually mad -- this, however, is enough. he looks at her with anger in his eyes, hand balling into a fist. ]

What the hell is his problem?

[ yeah. he's angry. he wants to spew a couple of foul things about her father right now, but he knows it might scare her. so...he just takes in a deep breath to reign himself in, then: ]

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