This choice: ...towards Dorothea's room, who is practicing her dance for the White Heron Cup. • Go Back...Chapter #8Bernie the Borrower by: Frost   “Bernadetta, get back here!” The professor yelled, chasing her shy student down the pathway. For someone who rarely left her room, Bernie’s speed was surprisingly impressive. Maybe after this whole ridiculous incident was over, she would teach the archer some swordplay and take advantage of her natural speed as an assassin. She had a habit for staying out of sight after all.
The tiny purple haired girl ducked beneath the next door, sliding right into Dorothea’s room.
She emerged the other side to see Dorothea standing in the center of her room. The giantess was wearing a set of robes, most likely her sleepwear. The tiny girl hesitated for a moment before rushing towards the safety of her classmate’s bed.
However, as she was out in the open, scurrying to safety, things got worse as Dorothea began to dance. The giantess’ foot came down with mighty force, sending Bernie to her knees. The tiny girl let out a terrified shriek as the foot came within inches of coming down on her. She scrambled to her own feet and began sprinting again, tapping into her instinct and will to survive.
The former songstress hummed to herself as she practiced the movements. She was determined to bring a win to the Black Eagle house, but what motivated her the most was the need to make her professor proud. The end of her tenure at the Mittelfrank Opera had her phoning in performances to nobles she cared little about. But now, she was doing it for her classmates and her professor. She just had to put her heart and soul into it.
That translated into spelling out hell for her tiny classmate at her feet. Bernadetta dove out of the way as Dorothea’s massive foot came crashing down. She began to crawl away, horrified at the revelation that she was only about ankle height.
Not too much longer after, Byleth entered the room only to see a bare foot slam right down in front of her. She backed away, slightly stunned as she pieced together the fact that she would have certainly been crushed if she were a bit faster.
She craned her neck skywards, finding Dorothea practicing her routine that the two had prepared for the White Heron cup. Had she not helped choreograph the dance, Byleth would have found the steps and stomps errant and utterly unpredictable. It just took a few seconds of watching the sleepwear clad giantess to anticipate her path. However, Byleth was less concerned about herself and more focused on…
Bernadetta!
She scanned the room, hoping her student hadn’t been caught by a wayward foot. Thankfully, Bernie had scurried under Dorothea’s bed, just barely avoiding an incoming foot from smashing Bernadetta flat.
Byleth continued her chase, dexterously weaving her way through the floor and avoiding her giant student’s stomps. The ground shook with each step, threatening to knock Blyeth off her feet. Thankfully, the professor had the benefit of rewinding time. She could afford to take risks in an effort to retrieve her student. However, it did lead to razor thin scenarios as Dorothea's foot came down, almost crushing the professor had she not ended up in the gap between the dancer's largest toes. Any other person not as composed as the professor would have fainted at such a close call.
Reaching safety under the bed, Byleth caught her breath before continuing her search. It didn’t take long before finding Bernie taking shelter in a tipped over makeup bag.
“Bernadetta.”
“Bernie’s not here! It's just us bottles of nail polish!”
The professor sighed, stepping over to the bag and pushing past massive containers of makeup. She found the anxious student hiding behind a brush that was used to apply blush.
“I just want to talk,” the professor said, taking a seat on a small bottle of perfume. “I’m not mad. I just want to know why.”
Bernadetta stared at her feet. “I was thinking that I’d be better off if I lived like a Borrower in one of my books. I didn't think anyone would even care if I disappeared.”
“Oh, Bernie,” Byleth sighed, stepping forward and bringing her student in for a hug.
The shy girl let herself melt into her professor’s arms. It wasn’t often that Byleth showed affection to her students. Even less often that it resulted in something physical like this, but Bernadetta appreciated it all the same. The professor was the kindest person she knew, and she felt everything would be all right.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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