Minerva/Cherche C-S Support
Written by pansexualkiba
Cherche: Very good today, Minerva! We’re in excellent form!
[Minerva screeches in reply]
Minerva: You there. What is your name?
Cherche: Oh? My name is Cherche, miss. Pardon, but why do you ask?
Minerva: I am Minerva, of Macedon. I ask simply because I am confused as to why you refer to your wyvern when you state my name.
Cherche: Oh? My wyvern’s name is Minerva. Hold on – you’re Minerva of Macedon?
Cherche: My goodness! My Minerva was named after you! I can understand why, then, you would be confused. My honest apologies.
Minerva: Apology accepted. In the future, can you make an attempt to differentiate between the wyvern and I, lest we fight together again?
Cherche: Of course, your highness! How about I refer to my Minerva as Minervykins? It’s always struck me as a nice nickname for such a cute wyvern. What do you think, Minervykins?
[Minerva and Cherche have reached support rank C.]
Cherche: And that’s that. Do you think y/n will find the repairs I made to his/her cloak satisfactory, Minerva?
Cherche: Ah, your highness! Did Minervykins and I get in your way in the last battle?
Minerva: No, everything’s fine on that end. Though, could you please simply call me Minerva?
Cherche: Oh? But then how will I differentiate between you and Minervykins among other company?
Minerva: I was thinking, and in the last fight, I watched your wyvern fly and I had a realization… That your Minerva flies as free as I would like to be one day. So, therefore, I would like for you to refer to me simply as Minerva. You may continue calling your Minerva “M-Minervykins”.
Cherche: Pardon me, but… What do you mean by “free”, your hi- Miss Minerva?
Minerva: Yes. As you know, I am princess of Macedon. However, I truly do not wish to ascend to the throne. My people deserve a strong ruler, and I could not keep my own sister safe. I want to live a simpler life than what is expected of me.
Cherche: …I see. Very well then. In that event, would you like to help me, Miss Minerva?
Minerva: Oh? In what way?
Cherche: I was simply experimenting with some embroidery for [y/n], as his/her clothes are rather unique compared to either you or I. If you wish, you may join me.
Minerva: Heh. I am not skilled at all in this craft, though I suppose if I were to abdicate, I would need something to occupy myself with… Very well. Teach me, Cherche.
Cherche: Of course. Now, first you…
[Minerva and Cherche have reached support rank B.]
Cherche: Heh, enjoying yourself, Minerva? [Minerva screeches]
Minerva: It would seem that she is.
Cherche: Why, Miss Minerva! Fancy seeing you here!
Minerva: Of course. My mount always requires a good brushing at this time. Sometimes, she sheds old scales, and they can be made into armor.
Cherche: Oh, yes, my Minervykins does as well! I always keep one, to remind myself of how she’s grown, and then I send the rest off to a tailor to fashion into fine suits for Virion. Though he never seems to wear them…
Minerva: Perhaps he would prefer one made by your hand, instead.
Cherche: Oh, goodness me! I’m nowhere near that skilled with embroidery.
Minerva: I see. …Listen, Cherche.
Minerva: Do I make you uncomfortable?
Cherche: Bed pardon?
Minerva: You’re always incredibly formal when you address me, but when you talk about anyone else, you always use such informal language and manners of address, even to your own lord.
Cherche: Well, I suppose that, since I grew up on stories of you, it would not be unusual for me to treat you with incredible respect. Why, I even named my Minervykins after you.
Minerva: I see. Even so, could you call me Minerva? None of this miss stuff, please.
Cherche: Oh, very well, Minerva. Though I suppose I will have to find some way to differentiate between you and Minervykins when it’s just me and her.
Minerva: Of course. …Hm? It seems our wyverns have calmed down.
Cherche: Oh, yes! I almost forgot, what have you named your wyvern?
Minerva: … I… Have not named her…
Minerva: I initially wanted to name her Maria, after my sister, but Maria complained at the time, said it would get confusing as to who I was talking about. So, I ended up not naming her…
Cherche: Ah, well, that’s quite all right. Minervykins knows who she is, at least. Right, Minerva?
Minerva: …Heh, sounds like a yes…
[Minerva and Cherche have reached support rank A.]
Cherche: Ah, Minerva! Wonderful work, taking down those mages in the last battle.
Minerva: I was able to do so thanks to your quick work of the archers. I owe you my life.
Cherche: Nonsense! The commander here says that we won’t particularly die in battle so long as we’re here. You don’t owe me anything.
Minerva: Hm. Well, regardless, I felt I should give you this as a thank you.
Cherche: Why, Minerva! This is a beautiful shawl!
Minerva: I made it from Cherche’s shed scales. I do hope you enjoy it.
Cherche: Enjoy it? I love i- Wait. Cherche?
Minerva: Yes. I felt as though I should follow your example after I realized that I had never named my wyvern. Since you respected me enough to name your wyvern after me, I figured that it would not be undue to do the same for a woman that I respect in turn.
Cherche: You… Respect me?
Minerva: Of course. You balance such ladylike poise with your brutal fighting. It’s almost difficult not to respect you on some level.
Cherche: Oh my… Hearing this from you, and getting this lovely shawl, all in one conversation… It’s almost breathtaking…
Minerva: Heh. I suppose it is.
Cherche: It almost makes my gift feel a bit dull, really…
Minerva: Wait, your gift?
Cherche: Well, I was going to save it for much later, but Minervykins told me it would be much more prudent to do this now, so, here you are.
Minerva: A-A ring? Cherche, do you realize what you are proposing?
Cherche: Yes. Minerva, I wish for you to be my wife.
Minerva: I… Cherche, this is…
Cherche: Oh, was it too sudden? Well, I suppose that i- Mmph?!
Minerva: … Cherche, I accept wholeheartedly! Even if I have to leave behind the throne to do it, I will marry you!
Cherche: You will? Oh, what a joyful day it is!
Minerva: Come! Let us tell everyone the good news!
Cherche: Oh, yes! We must especially tell Minerva and Cherche!
Minerva: … Oh. You mean our wyverns.
Cherche: Of course. Hm, we may need to come up with a nickname for yours now, though…
[Minerva and Cherche have reached support rank S.]