[ well. byleth knows what her male self apparently looks like, rather unwillingly, thanks to her glimpses into dimitri's memory. and she of course remembers that pale green shade that she's more than happy to be rid of. more than that, the dragon scales set her teeth on edge. this place has a cruel sense of humor, doesn't it?
she should leave him well enough alone. she'd already decided she didn't wish to know of other worlds than her own.
but... here she is, dressed differently than she'd favored in fódlan: a dark grey starched shirt, black trousers and boots, and a dark cloak marked in silver with the adrestian eagle on its chest and back. a pin marked with the crest of flames holds her cravat in place, and the same dagger and medallion hang from her belt along with a saber. ]
Professor. [ byleth forces that out, as neutrally as possible, holding a few skewers of some grilled meat in one hand and a cup of mead in the other. ]
spider-man pointing (boaltinn)
she should leave him well enough alone. she'd already decided she didn't wish to know of other worlds than her own.
but... here she is, dressed differently than she'd favored in fódlan: a dark grey starched shirt, black trousers and boots, and a dark cloak marked in silver with the adrestian eagle on its chest and back. a pin marked with the crest of flames holds her cravat in place, and the same dagger and medallion hang from her belt along with a saber. ]
Professor. [ byleth forces that out, as neutrally as possible, holding a few skewers of some grilled meat in one hand and a cup of mead in the other. ]