Well, no, that's not accurate. They're more talking at Dwyer than to him, since he's very pointedly ignoring everything they say as he sits on the edge of a bridge in Bluo, not too far from the windowsill box that they've been planted in. And...Gods above, they're not at all polite.]
What a lazy lout!
Don't you do anything but sit around with that look on your face? What a waste of legs!
He should give 'em to us, he should!
[You can see Dwyer sigh, roll his eyes, and shift a little on his perch, staring quietly at the murky waters below, and you can just hear him say over the din of the flowers, punctuated by a yawn,] As if I haven't heard worse...
[3 - Petals to Petals]
[This was silly. This was dumb. Dwyer already knew she liked him, they'd had that conversation. They were going to stay together once the war was over, he as a butler and she as...
As...
What was it she was planning on doing again? As Dwyer plucks at petals, he can't recall the face of the girl he'd devoted himself to back home - not her face or name or anything about her, just how dear she was in his heart, how much it hurts not to see her here...
The last petal is plucked with a weak cry from the flower, and he looks up, this exhausted young man, dark circles around his eyes, a mop of messy whiteish hair, a bit of a hunch to him, and when he sees you, his cheeks turn bright red, and he tries to stand a little taller.]
Uh...um...h-hey, you. Er...I...I've...
[So who are you and why has this teenager suddenly gone tongue tied before you?]
[4 - Photographic Memories]
[The forest is tempting, even for someone like Dwyer who would much prefer to stay home and sleep the day away, and when he finds himself before the colorless flowers, he's hesitant to get closer at first...and then he realizes, no, these ones aren't going to start talking to him.]
Oh, what a relief...
[And it IS a relief. So much so that, despite his common sense prickling at his mind, he finds a relatively empty patch between the flowers to lay down, and while he brushes some of them, none seem to plague his mind with memories of the fallen. Probably because, by some miracle, none of his friends had perished in his parents' war.
He probably shouldn't lay down there, though. Maybe you can haul this lazy kid to his feet? Granted, you ought to be careful of those flowers, too...]
Dwyer | Fire Emblem: Fates (Revelation Route)
[The hydrangeas are talking to him.
Well, no, that's not accurate. They're more talking at Dwyer than to him, since he's very pointedly ignoring everything they say as he sits on the edge of a bridge in Bluo, not too far from the windowsill box that they've been planted in. And...Gods above, they're not at all polite.]
What a lazy lout!
Don't you do anything but sit around with that look on your face? What a waste of legs!
He should give 'em to us, he should!
[You can see Dwyer sigh, roll his eyes, and shift a little on his perch, staring quietly at the murky waters below, and you can just hear him say over the din of the flowers, punctuated by a yawn,] As if I haven't heard worse...
[3 - Petals to Petals]
[This was silly. This was dumb. Dwyer already knew she liked him, they'd had that conversation. They were going to stay together once the war was over, he as a butler and she as...
As...
What was it she was planning on doing again? As Dwyer plucks at petals, he can't recall the face of the girl he'd devoted himself to back home - not her face or name or anything about her, just how dear she was in his heart, how much it hurts not to see her here...
The last petal is plucked with a weak cry from the flower, and he looks up, this exhausted young man, dark circles around his eyes, a mop of messy whiteish hair, a bit of a hunch to him, and when he sees you, his cheeks turn bright red, and he tries to stand a little taller.]
Uh...um...h-hey, you. Er...I...I've...
[So who are you and why has this teenager suddenly gone tongue tied before you?]
[4 - Photographic Memories]
[The forest is tempting, even for someone like Dwyer who would much prefer to stay home and sleep the day away, and when he finds himself before the colorless flowers, he's hesitant to get closer at first...and then he realizes, no, these ones aren't going to start talking to him.]
Oh, what a relief...
[And it IS a relief. So much so that, despite his common sense prickling at his mind, he finds a relatively empty patch between the flowers to lay down, and while he brushes some of them, none seem to plague his mind with memories of the fallen. Probably because, by some miracle, none of his friends had perished in his parents' war.
He probably shouldn't lay down there, though. Maybe you can haul this lazy kid to his feet? Granted, you ought to be careful of those flowers, too...]