Emet-Selch stares dispassionately down at the misshapen lump of blankets and now-dirty laundry he's discovered in a shady patch beneath the trees, eyes narrowing at the familiar tufted tail and the soft gray muzzle poking out from each end.
Surprisingly enough, they've no lessons scheduled for today. Even so, once his meeting with Charlie was concluded, Emet-Selch had struck off in the direction of Byleth's color until the path led him here - and for very good reason.
Thus. For his next trick...
Without preamble, Emet-Selch's fingers grasp the edge of a thick velvet throw that has been incorporated into the pile and gives it a sound, precise yank(!) - just as one would when attempting to remove a tablecloth without displacing any of the china or cutlery resting thereupon.
An audible "whoosh" can be heard, and Byleth will no doubt be greeted with a sudden gust of cool air - if Emet-Selch's presence doesn't awaken him first.
"Resorting to theft, now, are we? I did wonder why my favorite blanket suddenly vanished the moment I left the house to take care of business."
2, actually.
Surprisingly enough, they've no lessons scheduled for today. Even so, once his meeting with Charlie was concluded, Emet-Selch had struck off in the direction of Byleth's color until the path led him here - and for very good reason.
Thus. For his next trick...
Without preamble, Emet-Selch's fingers grasp the edge of a thick velvet throw that has been incorporated into the pile and gives it a sound, precise yank(!) - just as one would when attempting to remove a tablecloth without displacing any of the china or cutlery resting thereupon.
An audible "whoosh" can be heard, and Byleth will no doubt be greeted with a sudden gust of cool air - if Emet-Selch's presence doesn't awaken him first.
"Resorting to theft, now, are we? I did wonder why my favorite blanket suddenly vanished the moment I left the house to take care of business."