[ Without much ado or any preamble, Lucina sends Ephraim a picture over the watches. The fact that she's able to do that now without any mishaps, blurry hands imposed over the image, or accidental selfies is remarkable.
It is a picture of the wall in her quarters. She doesn't room with anyone, prefering her solitude for a couple of reasons, so there's only one bed and very little in the way of extraneous furnishing. What's worth nothing, however, is not the wall itself - buuut what she's written on it in big lettering and thick white chalk.
Ephraim: 6 Lucina: 7
The slogan for this image would either be, "baby's first shitpost," or, "when medievals discover snapchat." ]
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It is a picture of the wall in her quarters. She doesn't room with anyone, prefering her solitude for a couple of reasons, so there's only one bed and very little in the way of extraneous furnishing. What's worth nothing, however, is not the wall itself - buuut what she's written on it in big lettering and thick white chalk.
Ephraim: 6
Lucina: 7
The slogan for this image would either be, "baby's first shitpost," or, "when medievals discover snapchat." ]