Believing It
By: Manna


Prompt: "Don't say you love me, unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy like believe it."

"Come on, Farina!" His voice was loud, and if he wasn't careful, half the damn group they traveled with would overhear him.

"I said not to say things you don't mean!"

He almost choked on his own words, and the next sentence came sputtering out of his mouth sounding like a sneezing wyvern, "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it!"

Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she wondered belatedly if she felt more powerful standing like that, or if it would somehow protect her. "Then why?" she asked, her voice growing quiet.

"What kind of stupid question is that?"

She glared at him. "It's a perfectly good question! Your inability to answer it is telling me that I was right, after all!"

When he couldn't find the words to counter her, she stormed off, saddled Murphy, and took to the skies.

"He's just mistaken, is all," she tried to console herself by patting her pegasus's shoulder. He had to be mistaken. Men with power and money didn't like poor mercenary girls. Half of her wanted to admit all of the terrible things she'd ever done, just to push him further away, and the other half of her wanted to draw from the little bit of warmth he offered while it was there.

She gave a short, barking laugh that had Murphy eyeing her curiously as he caught an air current and glided through the sky on it, his wings spread out. "I don't have anything to even offer him," she said. And who would want a partner that couldn't offer them anything?

She didn't have money or fame (at least not the good kind!). She wasn't especially kind-hearted or gentle. There was her body, but certainly the likes of Lord Hector could do better if that was all he was really after.

"Why would he go and say something like that and get my hopes up?" she asked aloud, but spoke to no one in particular.

Murphy snorted, but she did not expect a better answer from a pegasus—even one that lived off of "noble" carrots.


Hector was waiting for her when she touched down, and he stood quite stiffly beside her pegasus and looked her right in the eye. "Why's there got to be a reason?" he asked plainly. "Can't I just love you because I do? Because you're…Farina?"

She thought about telling him that no, those reasons weren't reason enough, but he looked so terribly honest, and maybe—just maybe—there didn't always have to be some kind of ulterior motive, like money or fame or sex.

She could try, she supposed, to be more trusting.

"I guess that's reason enough," she finally said, and nearly scowled as he grinned at her and lifted her cleanly off of Murphy's back. "But don't go all mushy on me! I hate that!"

His eyebrows lifted and he let her go a foot off of the ground. "Good," he said. "I'm not much into that, either. See you at dinner." And with that, he walked off, his hand lifted in the air in something that was, she assumed, a casual wave.

What had she gotten herself into?


Author Notes:

I'm not exceptional at writing these two, but they are so much fun I could not resist! For FE Fest on Livejournal!