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C is for Cookie (and Chrom)
WHO: Chrom, OPEN!
WHAT: Despite not knowing much about the holiday traditions, Chrom takes up the job of Santa Clause. It affects him in strange new ways.
WHEN: December 1st - 7th
WHERE: House B-12, and around Aqures Ixen
Housemates Prompt:December 1st
Given how observant his housemates were, Chrom's awakening was obvious: his footsteps were the heaviest when he went down the stairs, always at the same time. He showered, he groomed himself, he dressed, and then he went down to breakfast.
This time, however, there was the light tinkling of a bell that resounded with each heavy step...heavier than usual, actually.
And that was when Chrom emerged, decked out in a red suit trimmed with white fur, glossy black boots...and a beard and spectacles? That beard actually seemed pretty real. But unlike most beards, it was thick and soft where it curled down to the middle of his chest, and just a little bit on the blue side.
Honestly, he had no idea why this place made a habit of sticking him in the most garish and eye-catching regalia he'd ever seen, but he supposed he couldn't complain. Instead he went to the icebox to retrieve the carton of milk. Somehow, nothing else would do. The fruit, bread, and hard cheese he normally ate just didn't seem appetizing. A little strange, but he didn't think much of it. And yet, there was still something decidedly lacking. It wasn't often that he was hungry, but didn't know what he was hungry for, but this was definitely one of those times.
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Aqures Ixen: December 1st - 7th
Behold! Santa Chrom had come to town! The thick red velvet and white fur trim was surprisingly warm. He tromped through the snow without fear of losing his footing, and he didn't feel the slightest hint of a chill despite being without a cloak of any sort. A few kids stopped dead in their tracks and stared, mouths wide open, and he offered an awkward wave as their little heads slowly pivoted to follow his every movement.
He was certainly growing popular with the little ones, he supposed.
Chrom made his way toward the weapons store, as he usually did when new shipments were due to arrive, just to see if there was anything that might prove useful. Particularly in the 'sword' department. But before he could greet the merchant, a sweet, spiced aroma tickled at his senses. What was that? Cinnamon? Ginger? He wasn't sure, but his stomach growled intensely. Milk wasn't the most satisfying breakfast, he had to admit, so maybe a sweetbread was what he'd been craving.
Instinctively, he seemed to know where to go. He moved down the sidewalk, eyes bright and alert, and he was steadily drawn to the bakery. Walking through the door, his gaze immediately fell to the tray of cookies, just seconds out of the oven, being transferred to a wire rack to cool.
"Welcome," the plump woman said with a kindly smile. "What can I get you?"
"How much are those?" he nodded at the cookies, unable to take his eyes off of the crisp brown disks. "How much for all of them?"
She stared at him. There was a sort of cheerful desperation in his voice that he couldn't deny. He should have been ashamed, but he was already reaching for his moneypurse.
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From that day onward, Chrom stopped by the bakery every morning, and was scarcely seen without a stash of cookies hooked to his belt. Gods, he was as bad as Gaius, but at least he thought he could understand his thieving comrade a little better now.
What was this one now, he wondered, turning the cookie in his hand. Chocolate chip and walnut? He bit into it and sighed with contentment. It was the most splendid thing he'd ever had.
WHAT: Despite not knowing much about the holiday traditions, Chrom takes up the job of Santa Clause. It affects him in strange new ways.
WHEN: December 1st - 7th
WHERE: House B-12, and around Aqures Ixen
Housemates Prompt:December 1st
Given how observant his housemates were, Chrom's awakening was obvious: his footsteps were the heaviest when he went down the stairs, always at the same time. He showered, he groomed himself, he dressed, and then he went down to breakfast.
This time, however, there was the light tinkling of a bell that resounded with each heavy step...heavier than usual, actually.
And that was when Chrom emerged, decked out in a red suit trimmed with white fur, glossy black boots...and a beard and spectacles? That beard actually seemed pretty real. But unlike most beards, it was thick and soft where it curled down to the middle of his chest, and just a little bit on the blue side.
Honestly, he had no idea why this place made a habit of sticking him in the most garish and eye-catching regalia he'd ever seen, but he supposed he couldn't complain. Instead he went to the icebox to retrieve the carton of milk. Somehow, nothing else would do. The fruit, bread, and hard cheese he normally ate just didn't seem appetizing. A little strange, but he didn't think much of it. And yet, there was still something decidedly lacking. It wasn't often that he was hungry, but didn't know what he was hungry for, but this was definitely one of those times.
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Aqures Ixen: December 1st - 7th
Behold! Santa Chrom had come to town! The thick red velvet and white fur trim was surprisingly warm. He tromped through the snow without fear of losing his footing, and he didn't feel the slightest hint of a chill despite being without a cloak of any sort. A few kids stopped dead in their tracks and stared, mouths wide open, and he offered an awkward wave as their little heads slowly pivoted to follow his every movement.
He was certainly growing popular with the little ones, he supposed.
Chrom made his way toward the weapons store, as he usually did when new shipments were due to arrive, just to see if there was anything that might prove useful. Particularly in the 'sword' department. But before he could greet the merchant, a sweet, spiced aroma tickled at his senses. What was that? Cinnamon? Ginger? He wasn't sure, but his stomach growled intensely. Milk wasn't the most satisfying breakfast, he had to admit, so maybe a sweetbread was what he'd been craving.
Instinctively, he seemed to know where to go. He moved down the sidewalk, eyes bright and alert, and he was steadily drawn to the bakery. Walking through the door, his gaze immediately fell to the tray of cookies, just seconds out of the oven, being transferred to a wire rack to cool.
"Welcome," the plump woman said with a kindly smile. "What can I get you?"
"How much are those?" he nodded at the cookies, unable to take his eyes off of the crisp brown disks. "How much for all of them?"
She stared at him. There was a sort of cheerful desperation in his voice that he couldn't deny. He should have been ashamed, but he was already reaching for his moneypurse.
From that day onward, Chrom stopped by the bakery every morning, and was scarcely seen without a stash of cookies hooked to his belt. Gods, he was as bad as Gaius, but at least he thought he could understand his thieving comrade a little better now.
What was this one now, he wondered, turning the cookie in his hand. Chocolate chip and walnut? He bit into it and sighed with contentment. It was the most splendid thing he'd ever had.
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Other hobbies usually involve yelling at Groose or Link and her finding their way into trouble. "I also love to fly when I get a chance. My loftwing is even here. I don't know if the two of you have met yet." She was lucky that her loftwing was in the city.
"Do you only practice sword play?" And eat cookies. "You haven't wanted to do anything else?"
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As for swordplay? He just smiled a little sheepishly. "Not really, no. My sword is a family treasure. It was a great honor to have it passed into my hands, an instrument to serve and protect my people. I wanted to learn how to use it properly."
Everything else he was supposed to learn as a prince of the land was, to put it bluntly, kind of boring. But training to be a mighty warrior? He'd enjoyed that far too much to consider it little more than an obligation. "I learned to ride horses and shoot a bow as well, but I'm not sure I'd call that a hobby."
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"Anything can be a hobby I think. Even eating cookies."
She laughed a little, her smile bright as they step forward.
"But if you want to try something else you should or if you need idea I'd be happy to help." This was a place where swordplay, while useful, might cause boredom after awhile.
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Not in a million years.
"Ha ha," he chuckled. Zelda earned a cookie for calling it a hobby, and he gladly passed over another. "I'm not sure it's healthy to make it into a hobby, but it sure hits the spot right now, doesn't it?"
He was absolutely going to regret this once the month was over and done with.
"Is there somewhere you'd like me to escort you?"
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"I'm heading towards the observatory if you'd like to walk with me." She smiled, happy for the company. "I believe you said you were a knight correct? What did you do at home?" She wasn't sure what the details were or if he wanted to talk about it but she was curious.
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"Currently I command a legion of assorted soldiers and fighters, called the Shepherds. We patrol the halidom and keep the common people safe from thieves, ruffians, and enemy soldiers." Maybe that would better explain why he found his swordplay so important to learn.
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"Skyloft had warrior's too though they were mostly a guard against birds or beasts." Not people since those who lived in SKyloft were the only ones in the sky.
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He could scarcely call himself a prince, much less a man, if he left innocent and untrained civilians to fend for themselves against those kinds of forces.
"But you say you had enemy birds and beasts? Was it similar to those found in this world?"
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Zelda shook her head. "It isn't the same as it is here. There are a few dangers. I think that's true of everywhere but it wasn't anything compared to the volume here. At least not in the sky where skyloft is."
She looked over at Chrom with a smile.
"The world below has monsters like here but they are creatures sent by Demise." To kill the hero and find the goddess.
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Not to say that he had no confidence, for he did. But he didn't want to take an undue share of credit, for those who joined the Shepherds were giving up far more by volunteering. He would have done it simply because, as the wielder of Falchion, it was a duty and an honor.
"Your home was in the sky?" he blinked, trying to imagine it. "How?"
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"It was a gift from the Goddess Hylia. During the conflict against the darkness she took her people and created them a safe place in the sky. The world below was obscured by magic and the darkness sealed." She paused but then continued knowing what questions usually came next.
"There was a chance the seal would fail so the goddess and her hero was reborn should that happen. It's only then that they'll find their way back to the world below to seal it once more." Her smile stays in place. "It's a legend from Skyloft."
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Best to just leave it at that.
Once they arrived at the observatory, Chrom came to a halt, the bells in his cap jingling. "Well, here we are, then. It was a pleasure to speak with you."
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Zelda bowed her head slightly before turning towards the Observatory. Her loftwing circled overhead and then landed in the top most room of the observatory which was where Zelda was heading first. She looked back at Chrom for a moment and then slipped inside.