>>5868333>While it might be easier to just say a name and feed into the ravenous crowd’s desires, you instead decide that you’ll stand your ground and refuse to participate. After all, what sort of leader would you be if you started playing favorites amongst your subordinates? “Enough! You’re all equally valuable to me. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for all your hard work throughout these last few years. Now, enough bickering! We’re at a party, and you’d all better start acting like it!”Playing to their feelings, the Blackwings seemingly forget all about the fevered debate in favor of lifting each other up instead. All hard feelings are pushed to the side and forgotten as quickly as they were brought up. It turns out you still can whip up a crowd and get them on your side if need be. Raising your glass, you lead the company in a toast.
>“To the Blackwings!” You yell, quickly downing your drink in a single gulp. You and the rest of the company continue partying throughout the night. Only when you realize that you’re having trouble standing firmly on both legs do you decide you’ve gone well passed your own limits. You had to meet with Seteth and Byleth tomorrow, and it would do you no good to be too hungover to discuss certain important matters. Tossing your cup to the side, you lean on Ashe, allowing your fiancé to escort you back to your own room.“I think you might have gone a little overboard tonight, Blair.” Ashe chuckles under his breath as he walks you back inside Damian’s manse.
>“Not bad for someone who was dying only a few days ago, no?”“I suppose it’s a sign you’re getting better.” Ashe concedes. “Are you feeling okay?”
>“Well, the alcohol really helps dull the pain of my stab wound.”“Err…good, but that’s not really what I meant.” Ashe says. “Earlier today, you looked a little down. Did it have something to do with your conversation with Winona?”
