Happy birthday horses

Morning. [Cat draped across their shoulders like a scarf.]

[They have a carrot for Roach. Special treat for a special girl. Also one for Jeritza's horse, too. She is also a special girl.]

[Pulling it tighter around their shoulders.] Thank you. [Taking his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Adored.]

Morning. Class will be a bit late today. [It's too cold.]

// forbe is here omg 🥺

It doesn't make sense to start a new cycle in the middle of winter. Does spring not make more sense for new beginnings?

I always forget that so many celebrate the new year around this time. It's so strange. Fodlan's new year is in spring.

[Too cold for their liking. This is the sort of weather that makes their knee stiffen up.]

[Putting a festive hat on Professor Whiskers. Whiskers doesn't like that.]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I suppose this would be nothing to you, Mother. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ #MVRP & #FERP

Professor Whiskers is very nice, yes. [Petting him.]

[A break between lectures. Stretching their legs a bit, while a cat lounges across their shoulders, content.]

// we can pin posts now LET'S GOOOOOOO

[A fluffy black and white cat is watching Byleth grade papers, tail swishing back and forth.]

[Feeds a stray cat] [Feeds a stray cat] [Feeds a stray cat] [Feeds a stray cat] [Feeds a stray c

[A tuneless hum leaves their lips. If he tries it again, he may learn why Byleth used to be called "Ashen Demon". It's a life they'd rather leave behind them. But Niles's abrasiveness has a habit of bringing out the worst in some people.]

[Byleth opens it, eyes narrow a little. Of course they'd recognize their own purse.] I think we're finished here, then. A word of warning, though, if I may. Tread carefully. The Knights of Seiros don't tolerate thievery.

I'm not interested in *punishing*. But you do owe me for the cup. [Skirting around Niles's implications. They are not having any of that.]

// help I am so. so eepy I have ot survive two more shifts before I can finally rest.

Unfortunate, that. [Staring at him flatly.] I don't suppose you have the coin to replace it.

Not so far as I know. I just borrowed a set from storage. [Looking at the tin.] It's a Southern Fruit blend, if you were curious.

Most people ask to join me for tea before taking a cup. [They could be annoyed, but it doesn't come across in their tone or face.]

[Feeding yet another stray cat.]

A quiet evening... [Pouring a cup of tea.]

[No classes today. What will they do?] [ Fish ] [ >> Visit the Greenhouse ] [ Meal prep ]

Child of a man who lost himself —One who seeks to forge her own path from the sins of the past #FERP | #FEHRP | #MVRP

[Byleth is left... confused, but not pursuing him.] Strange man...

[Now that *does* elicit a slight tilt of Byleth's head.] I'm afraid I don't understand. Why do you feel bad?

My areas of expertise are swordplay and unarmed combat. I don't need a "personality" to convey those.

// niles vc: this twink is unflappable. and boring. and it pisses me off

Anyone so...? What. [Doesn't answer the question.]

[Try again after December and they experience emotions for the first time.] I'm not interested. [Doesn't have a dick to suck, either, but that's not Niles's business to know.]

No, thank you. [Still no discernible reaction.]

I would appreciate it if words were not inserted into my mouth that I have not spoken. I find it very frustrating to have things about me assumed in such a way. [Byleth's expression has not changed this entire time, but they do cross their arms.]

Leon. Well met. I specialize in swords, and unarmed combat.

[Staring directly into the camera like they are on The Office^tm]

That is not what I said.

I'm not their only teacher. [Slightly annoyed, but you wouldn't know it by looking at them.]

I don't think *we've* been properly introduced, yet. My name is Byleth.

That's not my responsibility. I teach my students how to fight.

That is correct.

I am a combat teacher.

[Not the first to find their occupation odd.] I was a mercenary before that. [They just shrug at the comment towards their clothing, though. Do they like to wear it? Or is it just what they're so used to, they don't bother experimenting?]

I'm a teacher. ... is there something wrong with my clothes?

[Their brow furrows ever so slightly.] I'm beginning to feel as though a misunderstanding is being had.

Everyone move I need to teach the clueless twink about sex

Don't know about what?