Part 695: Lucina C

Hey, Lucina.

Greetings, Owain. How does the day find you?

Good, good! Just thought I'd drop in for a visit.

That's kind of you. But... Why are you speaking so strangely today? That is, so strangely... normal. You're typically much more, er, colorful. Making up stories and yelling and the like. Are you feeling all right?

Y-yeah, I'm fine. It's just... You're a princess, Lucina. I figured it wasn't exactly appropriate for addressing royals. Plus, Mom would tan my hide if she ever found out.

Lissa would object to you spinning yarns for royalty?

Not just royalty! Anybody! She gets really upset whenever I do it. Heh, actually, I suppose most everyone does. They think I'm a bit batty.

Do they now? That's a shame. Personally, I find it quite intriguing.

What, really?

It's no simple feat to speak as you do when fantasy grips your mind. Inventing weapon names and such requires a rich vocabulary and quick thinking. And of course your stories demand a particularly active imagination.

I guess they do, don't they? Thanks Lucina!

Perhaps you might even consider demonstrating how you do it sometime? I've oft been told that my manner of speech is somewhat... formal. If I could learn to adopt your tone, it might prove useful to my own.

Heh, you sound like you're asking me to teach you a foreign language. Hmm... I'm not sure if this would be such a good idea...

And if I were to pledge never to speak of it to Lissa?

...Then so be it! Prepare yourself, young Lucina! Your destiny cometh! Hee hee, aw I can't wait.

I look forward to it as well.