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After their stint in Abyss, the Professor returns with an Abyssian Exam Pass and she soon has Annette test for a new classification: Dark Flier. And, naturally, Annette passes with flying colours.
Felix always thought that if he saw Annette in the sky, it would be with her family’s relic or that beloved bolt axe in hand. Instead, she’ll wield the wind she’ll soon soar through.
“How do I look?” she asks, giving a giddy twirl in her new uniform.
“Nice,” would be the polite answer. “Amazing,” would be the Sylvain answer.
Instead, Felix considers the bronze and blue she’s draped in. She holds the requisite helmet tentatively, as if she doesn’t want to wear the thing that’ll be protecting her from headshots. When she notices him staring at it, she pouts and pulls it over her head. There’s a set of wings adorning the helmet’s sides and as Annette stands before her dark pegasus, Felix is reminded of the massive portrait of his House’s founder.
“Like Fraldarius,” he answers.
Annette blinks. The helmet covers much of her face, but what’s exposed turns red. “W—What?”
Realizing he said something and that he said something stupid, Felix looks away. Still, he meant what he said. Annette isn’t a Falcon Knight, but with her helmet and her steed and her ever-growing strength, Annette is a worthy comparison to the woman that once bore his Crest.
“Except magical,” he amends, not really making things better. Felix shrugs and crosses his arms and refuses to look her in the eye. “You look fine.”
“Oh.” Annette smiles shyly. “Thanks, Felix.”
“Whatever.”