Ink and colored pencil drawing of big Pasha sitting on his hoard of pinecones, a sly and triumphant look on his face and a pinecone in his mouth.

Prickleball stash! #PashaSaga

Little Pasha greeting the Flying Ornius mount from Fire Emblem: Fortune's Weave.

wyvern vs. paleontologically accurate wyvern

#FireEmblem #FortunesWeave #ThreeHouses #FE3H #FEFW #PashaSaga

Pasha, but he's a Light Fury from How to Train Your Dragon (and he's named Pashnip in this AU... because whimsy). Post-skip Claude rides in the saddle, pointing ahead with a confident grin. Pashnip is flying into the bright blue sky and above puffy clouds with a euphoric, gummy smile on his face, his tongue hanging out.

Onwards and upwards!

#FireEmblem #FE3H #ClaudeVonRiegan #HTTYD #PashaSaga

Little Pasha if he were a Light Fury, sitting nice and polite and looking aside with a little smile.

I figured out his #HTTYD name should be Pashnip and that was all I needed to be fully back.

#PashaSaga

Minerva (based on her Shadow Dragon/Warriors design) rides atop a Hideous Zippleback, Hauteclere in hand and a fortress behind her. The Zippleback is moss-green with maroon spines and spots down its back. One head (Cloak) is upright and bold-looking; the other (Dagger) stays low to the ground and gazing to the side, seemingly troubled. Its horn is broken.

A while back I started doing a series of #FireEmblem wyvern riders but with #HTTYD dragons as their mounts. Never finished it, and I think a lot of that energy just got rerouted to #PashaSaga, but I may yet return. Here's Minerva with her Zippleback, Cloak and Dagger, formerly shared with Michalis.

A chibi but grown-up Pasha sits against a yellow background, saddled up and wearing his Barbarossa helmet, wings spread slightly and back to the camera. Childish text above him reads, "no talk me im angy."

Drew this when Legendary Claude dropped in #FEH. Yes, yes, there's technical reasons for why he doesn't have the Barbarossa wyvern, I didn't care and neither did Pasha. 😠

(Nowadays I try to spend my energy being happy for Rook instead! Or uh... the horse, I guess.)

#FireEmblem #FE3H #PashaSaga

[Panel 1:] Edelgard, Hubert, and Dimitri in their Valentine's Day costumes from FEH are gathered along a tiled pathway, appearing to make polite conversation, each holding their small bouquet of flowers. From the foreground, Claude looks over at them, a bit perturbed as he's struck by a sudden realization [in thought bubble]: "Ah crap. I forgot we were doing bouquets...." [Panel 2:] In chibi, Claude looks rapidly from the left to the right, muttering, "flowers... / flowers... / where are you, flowers...." To his left, little Pasha rushes up, dressed in a Deer-themed Three Musketeers-style costume complete with feathered hat. He's got a bunch of daisies in his mouth.

[Panel 3:] High-angle shot of Pasha looking lovingly up at Claude from a patch of soft grass. It's now apparent that he's just uprooted the daisies from somewhere nearby, as we see their roots still clinging to clumps of dirt. [Panel 4:] Against a soft dawn-colored background, Claude brandishes his "bouquet" toward the camera, the soil-laden roots still hanging from the weedy stems, but the flowers sparkling nonetheless. He looks triumphant in a free-wheeling, "welp, we're doing this!" kind of way. Pasha is tucked into Claude's other arm, looking pleased with himself, a few pieces of daisy still sticking out of his mouth. Claude [in large text independent of any bubbles:] "NVM WE'RE GOLDEN!" [the last word is shaded and polished like solid gold, and curves around the flowers for effect].

The second-funniest thing about Valentine's Claude is how his bouquet is literal weeds it looks like he plucked out of the ground 7 seconds before the photo shoot.

#FireEmblem #FEH #FE3H #PashaSaga

A weathered letter in a somewhat messy hand reads, "Happy birthday, Claude! I'm going to be studying abroad this coming semester, and I'm a little nervous, even though it's exciting! You're a really clever guy, do you have any tips on how to make friends or adjust to a new place?" [Panel 1:] Claude has fallen asleep, his mouth wide open and nose pressed into his pillow. Pasha stands on tiptoes on the floor next to his bed, holding the letter in his mouth and looking expectantly up at Claude. Pasha: "khalid. / [larger text:] khalid you forgot. the friends one. / ..... / [smaller text:] oh he falled asleep. / okay i will tell them the answer."

[Panel 2:] Closer shot from the side of Pasha, who is now leaning into the comforter hanging from Claude's bed, his mouth slightly open, looking to the side with a hesitant expression. Pasha: so. what khalid always telled me is. [slightly larger text:] nobody is our friends. / cause what if a bad somebody wants to hurt you. they can just pretend they're nice and friends. and then give you even worser hurts." [Panel 3:] Pasha lifts the edge of the comforter with his snout, revealing the tattered pillow he sleeps on underneath. He looks back at us with a little smile. Pasha: "but... i think... maybe...... / he kinda got friends anyways. sides me. / wanna know how i know that?"

[Panel 4:] Pasha: "so. when we first got here. at school. khalid was big scared of bad humans sneaking up on him. to make him dead. cause at home that happened." The illustration in this panel is slightly desaturated, indicating a flashback. Claude sits bolt upright in his bed, clutching a moonlit dagger in his shaking left hand, drenched in sweat. His eyes are wide, scanning the darkness for shadowy figures. Pasha is poking his head out from under the bed, alarmed. Pasha: "he useta wake up way at dark a lot. and hold the fight knife in case if there was a bad human. and he always sleeped bad." [Panel 5:] Pasha has settled down onto his own bed, a beam of moonlight falling on his face as he looks up through his "ceiling" to where his human is sleeping peacefully. Pasha: "but now he doesn't do that hardly ever. he just goes asleep and stays there! / so i think. if he isn't scared of bad humans. he is really really not scared of good humans. / anyways i KNOW khalid got friends. / cause here's what i know about friends...."

[Panel 8] is a montage of scenes. Pasha: "friends is when you make people laugh..." In the Deer classroom, Claude leans back in his seat, his braid adorned with one of Hilda's handmade bows. She's desperately trying to get it back, both of them grinning as Claude simultaneously presses an elbow into her face and bats at his new accessory with a bit of a Lorenz-y affectation. Flayn sits on Hilda's other side, laughing hysterically. Pasha: "...and when they need help you GOTTA help em..." Claude hangs upside-down from a tree, smiling as he hands a tearfully joyous Marianne her pet black cat. Raphael looks on, relieved, the leaves and twigs in his hair indicating he'd made his own unsuccessful attempt at a rescue. Pasha: "and even! help them be friends again if they got mad at each others." Claude, Lorenz, Ignatz, and Lysithea sit at a round table, a fire roaring behind them. There's a complicated-looking tabletop game laid out between them, and it appears they've just finished with Ignatz and Lysithea's team the victors: we see they have amassed a mountain of play coins, and Ignatz wears Claude's cape. He's blushing madly with an ear-to-ear grin as Lysithea shakes his shoulder in jubilation. Claude playfully shoves Lorenz's shoulder and gestures at the board; Lorenz facepalms and smiles apologetically. Pasha: "and khalid is so so good at ALL that stuffs!" Upstairs in the wyvern stables, Claude and friends have gathered to play with Celestine's hatchlings. Latona spreads her wings on Cyril's shoulder; Leonie tickles Nadine, yielding a gummy laugh; Beauregard chews on Claude's braid, and Celestine sleeps with her head in Lessie's lap. Lessie looks up over her shoulder at Seteth, who's just arrived and looks relieved that she's presiding. Claude winks and shoots her a stealthy thumbs-up. Pasha, peering over the scene from behind a barrier, a bucket on his head: "so i think. to make friends at a new place? / you should try as big you can. to be more like khalid."

#PashaSaga started as just a cute and fun little concept, but it became a vehicle for further exploring the central theme of Claude learning to trust as told and aided by the one soul in all the world he trusts unconditionally. 💛

#FireEmblem #ThreeHouses #FE3H

[Panel 1:] A weathered letter in a graceful, even hand reads: "Greetings, Claude and Pasha, I am visiting my grandfather for the very first time. My mother ran away from home to live in another country, so I didn't even know I had a grandfather until recently! I hear you moved to Fodlan to live with your grandfather, so I seek your advice. What should I expect upon meeting him? A thousand blessings upon you, - Lyn / PS: Also, my great uncle (grandfather's brother) is trying to assassinate both of us. Thoughts?" Claude is lying in bed, holding the letter out at arm's length to read it by candlelight. A book lies open pages-down under his arm. All his lines are narration. Claude: "Uhh, weeeelll.... I wouldn't get my hopes up too high on that one. / You know what they say: hope for a sweet, doting old man, prepare for a nasty, scowling old bigot. [small text:] (I'm paraphrasing slightly.)" [Panel 2:] Pasha stomps indignantly on Claude's back, snorting out of his nostrils. Pasha: "yeah! khalid's gramps is SO so so mean! / he always yelled at me and said [orange text:] *get that wretched beast out of my sight!* / [small text:] (that was BIG mean.) (cause beast is a mean animal you don't know what it is.) (and i'm nice and a wyvern.)" Claude spasms, gritting his teeth, curling his toes, and crushing the letter in an involuntary fist, eyes brimming with tears. Claude: "HRKK! E-easy on the spine there, Pasha..."

[Panel 3:] Claude props himself up on his elbows, squinting back at the letter. Only Pasha's tail is visible as he turns around. Claude: "Hang on— what did that postscript say again? / [translucent text, muttering:] grandfather's brother... trying to assassinate—" [Panel 4:] Claude perks up, grinning and hitting the letter with the back of his hand. Pasha is now facing the same direction as and looking curiously at Claude. Claude: "Assassins! I can help with assassins!" [Panel 5:] In the same position, but with one hand tucked back under him, Claude addresses us, holding up a thumb and two fingers. Pasha settles onto Claude's back with a *FLUMP.* Claude: "So, in order to survive in a cruel world, I follow three Golden rules:" These are listed on a scrap of paper in Claude's hand, entitled "HOW TO SURVIVE:" in red ink: "1. Make your alliances few and deliberate. 2. Always plan ahead, sideways, and backwards. 3. Don't trust further than your knife can reach." Emphasized words are circled or underlined; directions indicated with arrows; beside rule 3, Claude has doodled a heart with a knife in it. Claude (small text at the corner of paper): "Y'know... I feel like these could stand to be a little snappier... ah well." (Nobody got this joke the first time around, so I'm dropping a hint.) "Let's start with alliances. Inevitably, you're going to meet a lot of weirdos on your journey. But which weirdos should you let tag along with you?"

Claude: "To help answer that, I not-so-humbly offer my own band of weirdos for inspiration:" Each panel is an iris with a character inside; C is for Claude's narration, all others use speech bubbles. C: "The knight-in-shining-armor type can be a pain, but... actually, he's good to have around." Lorenz, closing his eyes and placing a hand on his heart: "My most *sincere* apologies for my companion's *appalling* language. [smaller:] Know that I would, on my honor, NEVER befoul a lady's ears with such filth." C: "That strict personal code keeps us on track— though he's just as likely to use his chivalry as an excuse to be an insufferable romantic." / C: "The mysterious pair of siblings may seem too secretive to be trusted..." Flayn, looking excitedly over her shoulder and applauding: "Oh, look! This must be one of those 'flash mobs' Claude was talking about! Oh, but they are every bit as coordinated as I had imagined!" Seteth, looking over his shoulder and steering Flayn away: "Don't make eye contact." C: "...but here's the thing— they're a WAY bigger target than you ever were, so it takes some of the pressure off!" / C: "It seems counter-productive to let the ultra-needy girl stick around..." Hilda, making puppy-dog eyes and holding her finger and thumb a millimeter apart: "Just a *teensy* favor?" C: "...but get fooled once by the innocent act and the cute pink pigtails, and you'll be on your toes for good." / C: "How do you make sure your local musclehead is just a lunk and not a brute?" Raphael, gleefully displaying a drawing of himself battling a Demonic Beast, labeled "Kirsten Bursts In!": "Check out this drawing my sis made! / It's me punching a monster in the face! Ha ha! Maya's the best, isn't she? / [translucent, as if in the background:] Best 1000G I ever spent!" C: "Listen for unsolicited gushing about his family and friends, and watch to make sure he's putting his money where *their* mouths are (and supporting their budding artistry!)."

C: "You probably know a girl who looks like a light breeze could knock her over. And hurt her feelings." Marianne pats Dorte's nose gently: "sweet boy.... good.... gentle soul.... love him.... Dorte... I cherish you.... best friend...." C: "Don't underestimate her: she'll prove herself, if not for your sake, then at least for her horse's." / C: "I don't know what it is about mages, but they seem to either be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed or complete killjoys, no in-between." Lysithea, fuming into a thought bubble: "(Ugh! There he goes again, *narrating*... maybe if his idea of joy wasn't so ANNOYING, I wouldn't WANT to kill it!)" C: "Moreover, the scientific principle of anger being more concentrated in smaller containers appears to be amplified when magic is involved. Channel this power wisely." / C: "Broke teammates can be a liability, but they're also low-maintenance." Leonie, holding up a few coins and pocket lint: "Sooo it turns out I only had 20G... could've sworn there were TWO zeroes." C: "Bows are a good sign— they're feeding themselves, and won't complain about sharing, either." / C: "And while I'm not one to hold my breath for divine intervention..." Ignatz, looking up in prayer: "—and I know Claude doesn't think you're listening and he's irreverent and takes naps during services and makes really inappropriate speculations about you— / —but please watch over him, too." C: "...if the sensitive soul putting in a good word with the Powers That Be on my behalf is what it takes to keep me in one piece, I'll take what I can get." / C: "Oh, and this may sound somehow even MORE crazy, but if you stumble upon a vagrant with a spotty memory and a knack for battle tactics?" Lessie, munching on a hunk of meat and pointing at us: "'Scuse you. / My memory is fine. And I have plenty of... backup... napkins.... / what was the second thing you said?" C: "Get them on your side *yesterday.* Shouldn't be hard— they'll almost certainly be food-motivated."

It may not be an hourly comic, but it is a comic that took me a lot of hours. I think my take on Oswald ended up being OOC as of Hopes (and like, most of fandom), but I got the vibe in Houses that there wasn't a lot of love lost there on Claude's end.

#FireEmblem #ThreeHouses #FE3H #PashaSaga

[Panel 1:] A weathered letter in an upright, precise calligraphy reads, “Good afternoon, dynastic duo of Claude and Pasha. / How much of the Travant playbook did you work with? The whole being a wyvern rider beloved king and fighting for equality and the ending of biased and xenophobic oppression while having a savvy mind that's always twenty steps ahead. Asking the master schemer Claude on this. / I hope this will do and a reminder, when the Flame Emperor talks—” The letter is unceremoniously cut off by a bite mark, though we can still see the sender’s signature— “- Arion.” The panel illustration is set underneath Claude’s bed, where Pasha lives. Light streams in from the dorm proper through a gap in the bed-skirt, landing on Pasha’s “nest” (a wool blanket) and “prickleball” (pinecone). Sure enough, Pasha himself stands with his back to the camera, turning to look at us with eyes blazing. The rest of the letter sticks out of the side of his mouth. Pasha: “khalid said i could eat this part. / you GOTTA be nice.” (If we were to read the scrap in Pasha’s mouth, we’d learn that the censored part of the letter read “when the Flame Emperor talks shit, she gets bit.”)

[Panel 2:] Claude (narration): “‘Travant playbook?’ [smaller:] You mean… [larger:] *...THIS Travant Playbook??*” High-angle shot of Claude, in his dorm and dressed for bed, holding up a tattered, heavily bookmarked and dog-eared paperback with a mint-green cover. The book is entitled “Vantage Point: A Flyer’s Guidance by King Travant of Thracia;” below the title is a newsprint-style monochrome illustration of Travant (holding the Gáe Bolg) and his wyvern overlooking a battlefield with confident expressions, and below that, small text reads, “An Askr Press Combat Manual.” The book, despite its shabby appearance, seems to be glowing and sparkling, and Claude regards it with proud awe. [between panels:] Claude (narr.): “Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘Claude, how on the Goddess’s green earth do *you* know who *King Travant of Thracia* is?’ / Great question. Let me explain:” [Panel 3:] Claude (narr.): “So, in the courtyard next to the tea patio, there’s this glowing globe under a gazebo.” The panel depicts the aforementioned globe, idly spinning within its (amiibo) Gazebo. A few feet away, Claude sits in a half-lotus position, hands akimbo on his thighs, staring the globe down with an intent frown. He thinks, possibly aloud, “C’mon… do something amazing….” Claude (narr.): “No one seems to know what it is or what it does, but it’s rumored to predate the monastery.”

[Panel 4:] Claude (narr.): “But that’s not the weirdest part. See, when no one’s around, things just… show up around it. / Pouches of tea and medicine, magic rings, even fresh fish and meat…” Lessie (f!Byleth) and Pasha search the vicinity of the Gazebo for loot, identifiable as in-game by a sparkling green aura. Lessie, crouching to pick up a slab of meat, a large open sack ready in her other hand: “*Moose?!* Heh, don’t mind if I do….” Pasha, sniffing cheerfully at a tidy little black pouch: “oh! this smells! like home! and! and! *prickles!!*” [Panel 5:] Lessie holds up a book similar to the one Claude had, only pink and with an illustration of Gwendolyn (FE6) on the back cover, frowning; below her portrait is an “About the Author” section. Claude leans into frame, holding Pasha in one hand and the tea pouch in the other. Pasha continues to sniff at it blissfully. Claude: “Which one’d you find, Teach?” Lessie, grimacing: “‘The Basics Are—’ Oh, never mind. It’s that stupid walking one.” Claude: “*Again?*” Claude (narr.): “...and, of course, *Askr Press Official Combat Manuals.*” [Panel 6] depicts Claude at his window-side counter, surrounded by books stacked in towering piles— only each of these appears to be one of the Askr Press manuals, identical in size if not color. The spines are labeled CM-[random three-digit number]. Claude rests an arm over a smaller stack, looking bored. Claude (narration): "The first time you find a book from another world, it's exhilarating. The second time, it's exciting. The eighty-seventh time? You're using it as a coaster." The teacup beside him illustrates this very point. Claude continues, "APCMs sell 5 for 1G. The Shadow Library's full of 'em— not for illicit content, mind, just overflow. [smaller:] But I guess they need toilet paper down in Abyss, too." Pasha: "yeah and? guess what. i'm even. allowed to eat them." Pasha illustrates this very point, lying on the counter and happily chewing on a mint-green manual.

Claude (narr.): "It wouldn't be so bad, but they were garbage before they got dumped on us. Our local reviewer had this to say:" [Panel 7] is made primarily of what appears to be a newspaper clipping; a speech bubble tail on its side reveals it to be the work of Sylvain, who leans out of an iris in chibi, reading from an APCM entitled "Your Skills Are, Frankly, Rubbish and I, Clair, Shall Explain Why in This [obscured]." He looks unimpressed. Sylvain's review, under the heading "ARTS and CULTURE:" "ASKR PRESS COMBAT MANUALS read like they're written under contract, and in a hurry. The prose is stilted and repetitive, and it's obvious these were only edited sporadically, if at all. It usually only takes about a third of the (already thin) volume before the author starts meandering into unrelated anecdotes and unasked-for musings on everything from the nature of justice to the best side dishes for roasted bear. Not boar. *Bear.* The one saving grace is the author bios: they're at least mildly interesting, and the best illustrations are WELL worth the gold you won't have spent. ;) *FINAL SCORE: 2/10 on average, with some standouts at 5/10. ~SJG*”

Here it is, folks: the dumbest and most unhinged comic I've ever made. Once again I'd like to shout out #FEW3H for somehow making Too Many Combat Manuals canon after I'd written this nonsense. Also, PFPasha origin!

#FireEmblem #ThreeHouses #FE3H #Thracia776 #PashaSaga

A weathered letter written in an impeccably neat, flowing script reads, "Greetings! / The professor has been intent on giving instruction in the art of wyvern riding to everyone she can. The prospect is not whollly displeasing— after all, elegantly riding a magnificent steed and soaring high in the skies befits the noblest of nobles. / However, I aim to surpass a rival of mine, and to do so I will need the ablest of partners. What traits mark out the swiftest and the strongest of beasts, and how can I win their acquiescence and friendship? / I remain, / an Adrestrian of Eyre." [Panel 1:] Claude places a hand over his heart, summoning a haughty expression. Claude (narration): "Ah! The [Ferdinand-hair-orange text:] noblest of nobles [back to yellow:] seeks the *noblest of noble steeds!* / Alas, I am sadly bereft of such esteemed company. I know no wyverns of regal stock. [small text:] (And Pasha isn't even of *Riegan* stock....) / But if you want a strong wyvern—" He's cut off by Pasha, who's jumping into the frame in front of Claude and crying towards the sky with his eyes shut adamantly. Pasha [text getting larger by the word]: "celestine! is! the!! bestest!!! and BIG big strong!!"

[Panel 2:] In chibi, Claude scratches his chin thoughtfully, looking over at a very defiant looking Pasha with steam puffs around his head. Claude (narration): "Celestine.... / Huh... actually, you might be onto something, Pash." [Panel 3 takes on a fuzzy border, indicating it's taking place in Claude's imagination.] Claude (narration): "Alright. Here's what I'm thinking: [smaller text] So, Seteth breeds and trains wyverns for the Cichol Wyvern Corps, an elite battalion of wyvern riders. / In fact, his own wyvern Celestine had babies not too long ago... I'm sure he's already giving them lessons." The illustration depicts just this, with Seteth at a chalkboard pointing to "Biting" written in his flowing script and underlined; underneath it, a drawing of a fish with a checkmark next to it, and a drawing of a hand with an X next to it. Celestine's three hatchlings sit on a bench in front of the board, listening politely. A yellow annotation in Claude's handwriting points arrows to the three potats: "(future Cichol Corps)" Claude (narration): "I'm guessing he provides wyverns for this regiment because he's got a Crest of Cichol. / [very small, translucent text:] (That's the only reason I can think of, anyway.)" [Panel 4] depicts a proud-looking adult wyvern with two pairs of branching antler-horns similar to Celestine's; several other wyverns form silhouettes in the background. The main wyvern wears a leather keelguard with the Crest of Cichol emblazoned on it, as it is on several flags in the background. Claude (narration): "Now, these are some *seriously* top-tier wyverns. / The breeding and care guidelines are thick enough to be stepstools, and riders have to be thoroughly vetted to get into the Corps. / BUT. You, my friend, have a distinct advantage... / [the Crest on the wyvern's armor is circled and emphasized with arrows in Claude's hand] ...for you *also* have a Crest of Cichol."

[Panel 5 breaks from the dreamlike border, a return to reality.] Claude (narration): "Now, it's a well-known fact that wyverns can smell Crests." Linhardt interrupts, popping into the oval-shaped frame in chibi, pointing upwards again since he has no glasses to push up his nose: "Actually, that's never been tested—" Claude scowls at him, now holding Pasha in his arms; the wyvern looks distracted, like he might escape any moment. Claude (aloud, hissing): "*How do you keep getting in here??*" [Panel 6 returns to the dreamy border:] Claude (narration): "Anyway.... The subtle odor about you should put the future Cichol Corps wyverns at ease, since it reminds them of the [Seteth-hair-green text:] strange wingless wyvern [back to yellow:] who feeds them fish cubes and reads them bedtime stories." Claude imagines Ferdinand, in chibi, lying on the stable floor with a neutral smile, allowing the baby wyverns to cuddle up to and play with him. Nadine sleeps with her snout tucked under his arm, Beauregard chews on his cravat, and Latona has stolen one of his boots and is wearing it as a silly hat. Claude (narration, overlapping between Panels 6 and 7): "So, all you have to do is play with the fledglings on a regular basis while Seteth does all the hard stuff..." [Panel 7] maintains the dreamy border, with a background of a blue, cloudy sky to match, and features Ferdinand holding an older-looking Latona, who licks his cheek affectionately, a pink heart brimming between them. Claude has "labeled" them "Best Buds!" Ferdinand looks proud in his self-assured manner; Seteth stands behind him, looking proud in a tearful, sentimental manner. Claude (narration): "...and soon enough, they'll like you better and he'll have no choice but to hand at least one of them over to you. Easy as cake. / You should get started on it soon, though... wouldn't want any of the riffraff getting their grubby, ungloved hands on one before you."

[Panel 8; a box in the corner reads, "LATER THAT DAY...."] Seteth sits on a box in the wyvern stables, looking haggard. His clothes are torn in places, his sleeves are rolled up, and stray bits of straw poke out of his hair. He's balancing a baby wyvern on each leg; Latona buries her snout into his surcoat, visibly shaking, and he scratches behind her horns. Beauregard appears more comfortable, draped sideways over Seteth's thigh and chewing on one of his belt tassels, looking behind Seteth at Celestine and a visiting Pasha, who are touching noses in greeting. Evidence of a struggle is scattered on the ground before Celestine: a sheathed uniform sort and its corresponding strap, torn bits of black and white Academy uniform pieces, and a ruined cravat, a scrap of which sticks out of the side of Celestine's mouth. The third hatchling, Nadine, is perched on her mom's foot in a rare moment of wakefulness, appearing to squeak and wave her wings at Pasha in greeting. Pasha spreads his wings and marches in place, mouth wide open in a big grin. Pasha: "celestine! i got more teeths!! / look look!" Seteth's lines appear in narration; with the framing, it gives the impression of a mockumentary-style "talking head" segment. Seteth: "[large text] Is this the first time Celestine has bitten a student? / [smaller:] Ah........ Yes. Yes, it is. / However, *in her defense,* she has never been trained on how to handle the sort of *abject stupidity* she encountered just now. I did not think it necessary." He pauses, looking slightly off to the side. "...Nor did I think it would ever be necessary to explain to an *Academy student* that a mother wyvern will guard her brood even in the event that the poacher has an "overwhelmingly noble bearing." [small text; speaking more to himself than the audience:] "But... no matter. The hatchlings are fine. Ferdinand is fine. Everything will be fine. [even smaller, translucent text:] *Just a few more months and this class will graduate....*"

Did I make Ferdinand TOO dumb here? I missed him on my Deer playthrough so at the time I made this I was less familiar with him than most of the other characters. Ah well.

#FireEmblem #ThreeHouses #FE3H #PashaSaga

A weathered letter, written in a neat, bubbly hand and backlit by one of the library sconces, reads, "No matter what I do, my mind always wanders off when I'm trying to do something important. Sure there's more interesting things to do, but sometimes I just need to sit down and get work done. / Is there anything I can do to help me focus? I can't just keep putting important work off forever." [Panel 1:] Claude sits at one of the library desks, one large book with a purple cover open in front of him, and another, smaller one with a green cover open in his lap. Between them, all sorts of homework and study materials are spread across the desk surface. Pasha's in the seat next to Claude, working on his own "homework:" a bone and a "prickleball" (pinecone). Patting Pasha gently on the head with his quill hand, Claude answers (in narration), "Pain is a great motivator! That's why I've been training Pasha to bite me when I get distracted from my schoolwork." Pasha bows his head and shuts his eyes, looking proud of himself; he adds, "yeah. and! no gentle bites neither. / [smaller text:] it's important cause khalid gotta learn how to be even more smarter and stronger. and then nobody will try and hurt him never again."

[Panel 2:] Pasha is himself distracted at this moment as Annette walks into frame carrying a pile of books almost as tall as she is, for what that's worth. She's about to set it next to a similar pile on the table next to her, and, as is her way, is singing cheerfully to herself, her speech bubble framed by music notation. Annette [to the tune of "The Edge of Dawn"]: "My dearest wish / Is that I may~ / Read every book / And not even have to pay~" [normal speech bubble:] "Juuust gotta set these down here...." Pasha wears an intensely focused expression as he locks onto Annette, eyes wide and pupils narrow, nostrils flared, the commissures of his mouth pulled back like a dog's on alert. Pasha: "rrrrrrrrr but but. i wanna knock over that book pile so so so bad. / and make them go all everywheres." [Panel 3:] In an instant, Pasha has acted on his impulse. He's standing on Annette's table, wings spread, roaring out a "guhWARRRRROOOWWRAAARRRgghhh!!!" (the text bulges in the middle) and kicking over the stack of books with an audible *PUNT!*. He looks like he's having great fun, probably imagining himself some sort of giant kaiju. Annette, dismayed, yells, "CLAUDE!! MAKE HIM STOP!!" Claude takes up the foreground from his shoulders up, scratching the back of his head and looking behind him at the camera, annoyed. Claude (narration): "...Okay, so it was a dumb idea. I'm allowed to have those too, alright?"

I have to imagine "wyvern in a library" fills an idiomatic role in #FireEmblem somewhere between "bull in a china shop" and "kid in a candy store."

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A weathered letter written in a blotty, slipshod hand reads, "What is the best type of meal to give to a wyvern?" Pasha, dancing happily on the table with one foot in the air, eyes closed and mouth open as he recalls his favorite tastes, answers, "i think... mercie's cookies! and... and dedue's crunchy fish. and the bones left over from raph's dinners, and when teach lets me have bites offa her breakfasts, and when manuela drops stuffs and i'm quick and i get it, and... [the rest is obscured, fading to transparency and continuing behind Pasha himself... but I'll slip it in here anyway. My treat.] ...sometimes just a regular fish if i'm BIG hungry, and whenevers ashe does a dinner, specially the juicy meats, and sometimes if khalid is eating a snack and he gotta leave and i forget to be good pasha and i eat it." Claude, arms crossed, laughing, answers aloud, "Best meal to give to a wyvern? / Easy. The one Flayn made for its owner." Behind him, Seteth begins to interject, "*That* is—!*", but catches himself, scratching the back of his neck as he continues, quietly, "...fair, actually."

I love when I realize unintentional humor or wit years after the fact... even in the extended version of his spiel (see the alt text), Pasha himself doesn't mention Flayn's cooking. He has his standards, after all.

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A weathered letter in unassuming cursive reads, "My crush doesn't even know I exist, even though we're in all the same classes. How should I make my feelings known?" Claude is sitting backwards in a chair near the interior wall of the reception hall, letting it tip onto its back legs as he straddles the backrest and rests his crossed arms over the top of it. Claude (narration) [small text]: "Hoo, brother... You picked the wrong guy to ask. / [normal text:] Pasha, you're emotionally honest. You answer this one. / How do wyverns say they ~really~ like each other?" Pasha: "um..." Pasha returns Claude's expectant smile with an open-mouthed grin of his own. Pasha: "oh! i know! you gotta do a dance!"

[Panel 2:] Pasha appears repeatedly on a stage framed by red curtains, demonstrating three dance moves under three spotlights. Pasha: "first... wiggle your feets..." He does so, with a look of neutral concentration. "then! you gotta stretch your wings and toes. / and do a GAAAWOOUWRGH as big you can. so they see all your teeths." He crouches, facing the audience, his wings stretched toward the ceiling, mouth wide open in a roar, tail batting for good measure. "and then... ...um....." Pasha has lost the plot, now rolling around on his back and kicking his feet, wings, and tail in the air. [Panel 3:] We return to Claude in the same position we left him, Pasha pressing his chin to Claude's knee. The implication is that Pasha's "on-stage" performance was simply taking place right next to Claude. A gaggle of three NPC students— "extras" present in the ballroom cutscene— stand behind Claude and Pasha, blushing and emitting little hearts as they over the baby wyvern. Their speech bubbles are also heart-shaped. Student 1 [green-haired girl with a blue ribbon in her medium-length hair, wearing a uniform similar to Annette's and pressing her hands to her cheeks]: "Aaah! Lookit the baby!!" Student 2 [burly boy with ashy, fluffy hair and a tan skin tone, wearing a uniform jacket similar to Hubert's, but with shorts like Ashe's, and hooking his thumbs into his pockets]: "Wish I could dance like that...." Student 3 [short girl with mid-length maroon hair in pigtails, wearing a uniform similar to Hilda's, but with white boots, and pumping her fists in excitement]: "He's so cute! I want like ten of him!!" Pasha, wearing a dopey smile with his tongue sticking out and tilting his head cutely: ".....what was the question." Claude grimaces slightly toward the camera, one eyebrow cocked, and wraps up his answer: "Right. The solution: have your pet deliver the message. It's too cute to resist, apparently."

@raisondetriment.bsky.social sent in this question, specifying that it come from an NPC student... the asker remains anonymous, but I liked the idea of featuring some of the fully-designed kids we see in the various cutscenes.

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A weathered letter written in tall, jaunty print reads, "My father is horrible! Once the war is over, I dread having to face him! But... Bernie can't hide away forever. What should I do to help make things easier for me?" The letter insert is complemented with an iris-insert containing a chibi Bernadetta, appearing to poke her head cautiously out the "window" and looking off to the side, avoiding eye contact. Pasha stands on sand or loose dirt, scratching three distinct trenches into the ground with the talons on his left foot and staring angrily at his work. Pasha: "okay so. what we do. is. we make friends... and then... [larger text:] i get big..... [smaller text, but growing larger:] and then, and then...... Close-up on Pasha as he holds his wings up and stares down the camera as menacingly as a cute baby wyvern can, pupils narrowed, fire in his eyes. Pasha: "i bite your dad [larger text:] so so hard."

The way I CACKLED when Three Hopes deadass made this canon in Azure Gleam's finale. Pasha's word is his bond, even across the multiverse. 😤

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A weathered letter written in a quick but even-handed all-caps reads, "Someone challenged me to a game of chess. I wasn't paying attention and accepted the challenge, which would be fine except for one thing— I don't know how to play chess. / [larger text:] What do I do?" The letter is insert on a single panel of Claude and Pasha sitting at one of the tea tables in the courtyard. A chess board with pieces modeled after Seiros and the Four Saints sits before him, all pieces in their starting positions. All Claude's lines are presented as narration, an audience aside. Pasha: "um..." Claude: "Hmm...." Pasha, back to Claude but looking in his direction, a bit of a mischievous smile on his face: "i think... maybe... / [larger text:] ...eat their chesses." Claude, smiling and pointing to his forehead/big brain: "Ah, okay. Gotcha covered. *Turn 1:* Move king's pawn forward 2 spaces. *Turn 2:* Move king forward 1 space. / It'll work. Trust me. / The best part is, they'll never want to challenge you again after that! / [smaller text:] ...Because they'll hate your guts." Pasha [small, off-kilter text]: "and. you eated their chesses."

Had help on this one from a friend who's actually knowledgeable on the subject of chess, and the response from other chess players seems to have universally been "yeah that tracks."

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A weathered letter written in a neat, slanted cursive reads: "Claude, I keep trying to train wyverns but they keep nipping at me! I'll be working with one when the attack will come— not from the front, but from the *side.* Any advice for dealing with clever girls/boys?" [Panel 1: ] Claude (narration): "In the wild, wyverns have to learn to fend for themselves and fight for food, land, and mates. Their natural instinct is to compete. / But riding wyverns need *lots* of individual attention, especially when they're little." Pasha illustrates this point beautifully, having jumped into Claude's arms with an affectionate shut-eyed smile and little pink hearts brimming from him. Claude hugs him back, face turned slightly away but smiling nonetheless. Claude (narration): "That way they learn to trust and protect you, instead of shaking you out of the saddle and booking it when things get rough."

[Panel 2] depicts Felix in the wyvern stables, apparently attempting to feed Celestine's hatchlings but getting (harmlessly) attacked in the process. As the letter-writer described, one wyvern (Latona) distracts from the front, while another (Beauregard) attacks from the side. Nadine, clearly the smartest of the three potats, has managed to hop into Felix's fish bucket and help herself. Claude (narration): "If you try and train several at once, they'll compete for your eyes and hands— that is to say, your attention. [smaller text:] (And... also your fingers. Wear gloves.) / The solution? Your wyverns need toys that are just as fun to play with as you are. [smaller text:] (Granted, the bar isn't too high with Felix here, but he owed me a favor.)" [Panel 3:] Felix sits on a crate in the wyvern stables as two of the potats occupy themselves on the straw-covered floor. Claude (narration): "Let's see... ah, Minnows in a Haystack is good fun. Same idea as the needles, but less bleeding." Behind Felix, Latona's tail and foot can be seen as she dives headfirst into a pile of hay. We can see some of the minnows sticking out here and there as well. Claude (narration): "Oh, and there's Cheese in a Horn. Put the cheese all the way at the end to see if your wyvern's more of a thinker or a biter." Beauregard sits on the floor next to Felix's crate, teething on the tip of a ram's horn, apparently more on the "biter" side of the spectrum (to no one's surprise). Felix, meanwhile, is tending to Nadine, dangling a small fish as she jumps to grab it. His sleeve is ripped open, despite the potats' lack of teeth, and he's resting his cheek on his fist, looking annoyed. Felix: "Can I *go* now?" Claude (narration): "(And if none of that works, Felix is a surprisingly passable babysitter.)"

@racecarart.bsky.social sent in this one! It wasn't intentional, but Claude's reductive assessment of natural wyvern behavior here comes into play in a later comic. Seteth would tell him that competition is but one aspect of wyverns' complex social lives!

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A weathered scrap of paper written in an even-handed, deft script: "My understanding is that there is a man within the monastery claiming to be a '*Master Schemer.*' As someone who has worked in the shadows his whole life, I'm quite certain that he's *wrong.* How do I prove to my fellow students that he's nothing but an *arrogant fool* who thinks that *lame party tricks* are 'schemes?' Regards, Yuri Leclerc" [Panel 1:] Claude (narration): "Wow, that sounds like a *real pain.* [smaller text:] Actually, I can empathize. I'm dealing with a similar problem myself...." Between the sarcastic facsimile of pity on his face and the letter we just read in his hand, Claude makes it clear who he thinks is the "fool" in this situation.

[Panel 2:] Claude (narration): "Here's what I'd do about it:" The Advice Box sits on a table somewhere, collecting questions, but with an additional note in Hilda's handwriting pinned to its front: "*Abyssian Advice Box* available on 4th floor ☺ [smaller text:] (Sorry for the inconvenience but you guys really stink.)" Claude (narration): "Step 1: Get this 'Master Schemer' to write you a letter, note, advice request... anything handwritten will do. / Try appealing to his sense of pride and personal dignity... by attacking it ruthlessly!" [Panel 3:] Claude (narration): "Step 2: Once you have a sample of his handwriting (the more needlessly verbose, the better), practice copying it and getting a feel for the style until you can produce a perfect forgery." Claude holds a sample letter in "Yuri's" handwriting up next to his face, closing his eyes, biting the inside of his lip, and shedding a single tear as he reflects, "(this might be... my finest work...)" Claude's Finest Work: "My Dear Lorenz, / I can no longer hold back my feelings. I am irreparably, madly, inconsolably jealous of your hair. However, try as I might, I cannot replicate this majesty upon my own scalp... / If I am unable to bear such a stunning coif myself, I will only be satisfied when the man to whom it belongs is dead. / Meet me at the Goddess Tower at dawn. Bring your rapier. We duel to the death. / Signed, Y.L." [Panel 4:] Claude (narration): "Step 3: You're gonna need to go to the Garreg Mach Library for this one. You know those giant books you can't remove because they're chained to the desks? One of those is the United Merchants' Association Directory. Flip through and locate every merchant with an active mailing list." Birds-eye view of Claude perusing the Directory, an old, foot-thick tome with tables of businesses, corrections made in red. He traces his finger down the list, taking notes with his other hand. Several sealed envelopes and fresh sheets alike lie on the desk around him.

[Panel 5:] Claude (narration): "Step 4: Using your 'Master Schemer's' handwriting, write and sign individual requests to subscribe to each of the mailing lists. Specify a different delivery method every time. Sign up for any and all coupons, promotions, and rewards memberships. Be on the lookout for anything that looks shady, though... because you'll DEFINITELY want to sign up for those." Claude, sitting at a classroom desk writing a letter with a cozy fire blazing beside him, remarks aloud, "I don't know what 'Crest Oils' are, but I *do* know that Yuri should be getting around 150 vials of them within the next 4-6 business days." The letter (in "Yuri's" hand) reads, "I am thrilled to accept this venture and I would like the Super Starter Crest [obscured]. Please [obscured] wyvern." [Panel 6:] Claude (narration): "Step 6: Marinate in the satisfaction of having seriously annoyed and inconvenienced the very person who doubted your scheming supremacy." Yuri sits at his own classroom's desk, the light on his end cold and narrow. He's just broken into a box of the aforementioned Crest Oils in vials, which itself sits on a pile of other junk mail. Additional flyers— "SWEETEST DEALS," "BUY 1 GET 3"— are pressed on him by a flock of delivery birds: two pigeons, a barn owl on his head, Feh on his shoulder, and a suspiciously scaly Feh lookalike next to him, holding an envelope in his "beak." Thoroughly unimpressed, Yuri meets the camera's gaze and says, "Are you proud of yourself?" In response, the distinctly Pasha-shaped owl remarks, "khalid got you. he is so smart." Claude (narration): "Enjoy the feather trail, Mockingbird." (The flyers on Yuri's desk: • Ads for Anna's shop and Muston's Maces with illustrations of their respective proprietors • Flyer for Mittelfrank Opera's 'Maiden of Ice,' rated ★★★★ and starring what appears to be FE7's Ninian • Ads headlined, "CRESTOLOGISTS HATE HER," "Pamper Your Pegasus!," "PLAGUE? no problem!," and "YOU WON'T BELIEVE")

And to think Claude pulled off this entire scam with zero AI (Agarthan Intelligence)! Well, unless you count Tomas bringing him the envelopes, but that guy came built in, we haven't figured out how to uninstall him yet.

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Come for Claude's Golden Deer classroom survival advice, stay for drunk Eliwood roasts. I think I've cursed House Pherae with an uncanny inability to keep their drinks off their clothes.

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@magicaltalkingpony.bsky.social sent this one in without a named author; I got the OK to attribute it to Hilda, since it read very much like her anyway. Do they still make kids do dioramas in school? I always thought they were fun.

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Right away, people took the "in-character asks" concept and RAN with it. I hadn't even considered crossovers, but why not? We're here for the goofs.

(Testing out a QRT chain for visibility, also stealth reupload for hopefully better image quality.)

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Here's the first refurbished comic from the #PashaSaga advice column series, sent in by @brynnamon.bsky.social. I'm glad Alois got laughed at for this— it's a truly prePashaterous notion.

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@SunfishArt presents... ASK US ANYTHING (AGAIN!) Claude and Pasha sit on the bridge between the reception hall and the cathedral, mountains and evergreens visible behind them. Claude holds the advice box somewhat guardedly in his lap, grinning slyly over at the camera. Claude: "Check it out— Teach is letting me and Pasha handle the advice box for the day! / Send us your questions, and we'll pick a few to bless with our *unparalleled* expertise." Pasha, licking the side of the box: "yeah. and! you gotta be nice. [smaller text:] else i get to eat your question." A note at the bottom of the image: "(In-character questions from students and staff are welcome!)"

The 2021 #PashaSaga AMA, done in the style of an advice column, had a ton of fantastic questions and fun answers, but my slapdash approach to formatting the comics hurt their visibility in more ways than one. I've decided to remaster them for Bluesky, so stay tuned!

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A compilation of introductory drawings of Celestine's three hatchlings, AKA the potats. Against a mint-green background we have "happy girl" Latona. A darker, purplish-brown wyvern, she sits with her back to the camera, looking up with a smile at the yellow butterfly fluttering around her nose. Against a pale gold background is "bitey boy" Beauregard, a reddish-brown wyvern with a mischievous expression, his jaws clamped around what appears to be a torn fragment of Rhea's ceremonial cape (!). He's standing with his wings primed, as if he's ready to dash away from the scene of the crime. Last up is "sleepy girl" Nadine on a periwinkle background, attempting to do what she's known best for, lying on her stomach with feet splayed to the side. She's got one eye slightly open, as if your presence is keeping her from her nap.

Potats!! It took a while to land on names for them, but I ended up consulting—what else?— lists of actual potato cultivar names. Surprisingly, it didn't narrow the field all that much.

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Next to a sunlit window in the Golden Deer classroom, Ignatz and Pasha have easels set up at their respective heights, each working on a painting. Ignatz's painting appears to be a fully-grown, airborne Pasha silhouetted against a morning sun, wings glowing. He glances over at the real Pasha, tongue sticking out in concentration as he considers the likeness. Pasha's painting, meanwhile, is as crude as one can expect from a baby wyvern, but nonetheless is clearly recognizable as a portrait of Claude. Pasha paints intently, holding the brush in his mouth, his red scarf swapped out for a little white smock— which has not proven very useful, as the rest of him is splotched with yellow paint.

Kind of a huge oversight for me not to put Pasha's painting in a little frame hanging in Claude's dorm at every opportunity since I drew this. I'd like to think he snuck it into House Riegan's portrait hall at least.

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How did I forget to tag this #PashaSaga??

Pasha appears to be standing on a table with Annette standing behind him; the background is a simple gold with rays of light beaming from behind both of them. Pasha's wings are spread, one foot in the air, and his head tilted upward as he belts out a hearty wyvern song. Annette's singing as well, pumping her fist and holding one of Pasha's wings as if dancing with him. Annette's lyrics, to the tune of "The Impossible Dream" from Man of La Mancha (written in all-caps in the picture with accented words bolded): "To dream the im-Pasha-ble dream~ / To bite the unbreakable bone~ / To bear a dear friend in your saddle~ / To fly where the birds have not flown~"

In the Garreg Mach kitchens, Dedue prepares some kind of sautéed dish with fish, zucchini, and herbs, some of which is already simmering in the pan. He's wearing his Academy uniform, but with the sleeves rolled up and a white apron over the top. He's just finished up with preparing the fish and slides the scraps and bones toward a very eager-looking Pasha, who's crouching on the countertop, nostrils wide and tongue visible.

Mercedes stands at a table with Pasha standing atop it; she's holding a tray of purplish bone-shaped cookies (using similarly purple oven mitts) as Pasha carefully chooses one to eat. They're blueberry-and-loach flavored— Pasha's got a new favorite snack!

Pasha x Blue Lions!

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Two screenshots of asks at the top: Reddit user /u/TheGraveKnight asks, "I have to ask Claude, where did you even get Pasha in the first place? Was he a present, a stray, I can't just accept you randomly having an albino scaly baby from nowhere" Twitter user @HeartlessRose03 asks, "So, how did Claude get Pasha? From Almyra? If so how he get them over into Fodlan?" Claude's lying on the floor of his room, on his back, but looking towards the camera, characteristically upside-down. Pasha is asleep with his stomach to Claude's and his wings draping over either side. Claude wears his baggy uniform pants and a casual gold shirt; the lighting is low, indicating an end to the day. Claude: "Well, I guess that wyvern's half out the bag. / I'll tell you, but let's keep it between us, yeah?"

I wanted to really do Pasha's origin story justice, so the finished answer here was almost as long as all the other ones combined, and certainly more polished. (1/15)

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Academy Claude holds little Pasha in his arms against a gold and pale-yellow background, both of them grinning at each other. Claude looks just a shade accusatory, as if Pasha's been getting into trouble, but Pasha looks perfectly innocent. The text, in PassionOne font, reads as follows: @SunfishArt presents... [larger text:] Ask us anything! [medium text:] Join Claude and Pasha on July 24th [2020] for a special birthday AMA! [small text at bottom of image:] Ask a question for Claude and/or Pasha in one of the threads provided to get an answer sketch. Pasha's answers will be run through a wyvern translator. Answers not guaranteed. Be nice or Pasha will bite you.

#ThrowbackThursday (is that still a thing? /old) to the first Ask Claude and Pasha Birthday AMA, back in 2020! I'll be posting the Qs and As in this thread as replies (except for the special finale, that'll get its own thread) + bonus commentary!

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Seteth stands in the Garreg Mach cathedral, light streaming in behind/around him. His expression is neutral, observant, his hands tucked behind his back and his gaze cast to the side. Nothing out of place except for the homemade leather Björn-style baby carrier strapped to his chest, holding Celestine's three hatchlings. Their feet and tails hang out of holes in the bottom of the carrier. They're still demonstrating their typical behaviors, but this time with distinct colors. The biter, chewing on Seteth's sleeve and kicking his feet up, is rust-colored; the curious, happy-go-lucky sister is a purplish brown; and the sleepy sister is a dull gold. The fact that Seteth isn't being swarmed by students fawning over the cute baby wyverns indicates this is a regular occurrence.

Seteth and Celestine in the wyvern stables, with its wooden structures and straw-covered floor. They both look content and affectionate, Seteth laying his head on Celestine's snout and holding her jaw in presumably the most effective way to hug an enormous wyvern. Celestine is fully saddled-up, but not armored. She wears a blue ribbon around her neck and a few copper rings on her horns.

Sorry for the break in posting— was flying a bit myself. 😁 Please enjoy more wyvern dad Seteth.

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