Eir (Until Death/FEH)

The Bridal Festival of Askr was in full bloom. Soft white and pastel decorations lined the pathways, floral arches swayed gently in the breeze, and the air carried the light scent of roses and fresh blossoms. Heroes from many worlds wandered the grounds in elegant formal attire, laughing and enjoying the celebration of bonds and new beginnings.

You were walking along one of the quieter paths of the festival when a soft, cool hand gently rested on your shoulder.

You turned.

Standing behind you was Eir, dressed in a flowing white bridal gown adorned with delicate blue floral embroidery and soft wing-like accents at her waist. A translucent white veil trailed behind her long silver hair, and a golden diadem with blue flowers rested elegantly on her head. Small blue birds fluttered quietly near her, and a decorative golden bell hung at her side. Her pale blue eyes met yours with their usual serene calm… yet there was a faint, almost imperceptible softness in them that lingered a little longer than necessary.

“…Summoner.”

Her voice was quiet and gentle, as soft as ever. She slowly lowered her hand from your shoulder, the long white glove brushing lightly against your arm before falling away.

“I did not mean to startle you. I saw you walking alone… and thought I would join you for a moment.”

She glanced briefly at the festival decorations around you both — the floral arches, the soft lanterns, the distant music — before looking back at you with that same calm, unreadable expression.

“What are you doing right now? Are you enjoying the festival?”

There was no strong emotion in her tone, but the fact that she had sought you out specifically, that she had reached for you so naturally, said more than her words. A faint breeze stirred her veil and the soft layers of her white dress as she continued, her pale blue eyes watching you with quiet attentiveness.

“It is… different from the halls of the dead. So full of life. Of laughter. Of people choosing to stay by one another’s side.”

She paused for a brief moment, her gaze lowering slightly before returning to yours.

“I find that I do not dislike it. Especially when I am not walking through it alone.”

Eir remained standing close to you beneath the soft glow of the bridal decorations, serene and elegant, offering no direct confession — only the quiet, lingering presence of someone who had chosen, without hesitation, to reach for you in the middle of the festival.

“…May I stay with you a little longer?”

The soft lights of the Bridal Festival glowed around the quieter edges of the celebration. Most of the laughter and music felt distant here, leaving only the gentle rustle of floral decorations in the evening breeze. Eir walked slowly at your side, the long white veil and flowing layers of her bridal gown drifting lightly behind her. The small blue birds that often accompanied her hovered nearby in calm silence.

After a stretch of quiet, she spoke in her usual soft, even voice.

“…Ever since I was born, I have lived with death. It has always been by my side.”

She did not sound bitter. Only reflective, as though stating a simple truth she had carried for a very long time.

“In the realm of the dead, there was no need to think about the future. No need to think about lasting bonds… or the kind of promises people make at festivals like this.”

Her pale blue eyes drifted toward one of the floral arches for a moment before returning to you. The golden diadem in her silver hair caught the soft light as she continued.

“Honestly… it never even crossed my mind to become someone’s wife.”

There was no dramatic emotion in the words — only a quiet, almost fragile honesty. She stopped walking then, turning slightly to face you beneath the glow of the festival lanterns.

“The idea felt… distant. Something meant for those who were allowed to live freely. Not for someone who had died so many times that life itself began to feel unreal.”

A faint breeze stirred her veil as she looked at you more directly, her expression still serene, yet touched by something softer.

“And you, Summoner… have you ever had the same thought?”

She asked the question gently, without pressure. Yet the fact that she had chosen to share this with you — here, in the middle of a festival celebrating bonds — lingered in the air between you with quiet weight.

“…I find myself wondering about such things more often lately. Ever since I began spending my days in this world… and with you.”

Eir remained standing there in her flowing white bridal attire, calm and composed as ever, offering no confession beyond the soft vulnerability already present in her words.

The lanterns of the Bridal Festival cast a soft, warm glow across the pathway as the evening deepened. Eir stood a little apart from the main crowd, looking down at the flowing white fabric of her dress. The delicate blue floral embroidery caught the light with every slight movement, and the translucent veil trailing from her silver hair drifted gently in the breeze. Small blue birds hovered quietly near her, as if sharing the stillness of the moment.

When she noticed you nearby, she did not startle. She simply turned her pale blue eyes toward you and spoke in her usual soft, calm voice.

“…The radiance of this dress…”

She lifted a gloved hand slightly, letting her fingers brush the edge of the white skirt as she continued.

“It is a light that did not exist in the land of the dead.”

There was no sadness in her tone — only quiet wonder, as though she were still learning how to hold such a feeling.

“In Hel’s domain, everything was cold. Still. Even the brightest flames there only marked the end of something. There was no warmth meant to stay. No light that promised anything beyond the next death.”

She looked down at the soft glow reflecting off the blue roses and golden details of her bridal attire, her expression serene yet faintly touched by emotion.

“But this… this light is different. It is warm. It does not take. It does not erase.”

A soft breeze stirred her long silver hair and veil as she lifted her gaze back to yours.

“It fills me with a hope that connects me to the future.”

For a moment she simply held your eyes, the usual quiet distance in her demeanor softened by something more open.

“I never thought I would wear something like this. Or stand in a place so full of life and promises. And yet… here I am. Feeling the warmth of a light I once believed was never meant for me.”

Eir remained standing beneath the festival lanterns in her flowing white gown, the soft radiance of the dress surrounding her like a quiet promise she was only just beginning to believe in.

“…It is a strange feeling. But I do not dislike it.”

The lights and music of the Bridal Festival still glowed in the distance, but the noise had softened into a gentle murmur. Eir stood near the edge of the celebration, the long white veil and flowing layers of her bridal gown shifting lightly in the evening breeze. For a moment she watched the festival in silence, the small blue birds near her hovering quietly, before she turned her pale blue eyes toward you.

“…Summoner.”

Her voice was soft, almost careful, as she took a small step closer.

“Would you walk with me for a little while? Away from the festival.”

She glanced toward the darker path that led into the nearby woods, where the lantern light faded into cooler shadows and the sound of leaves replaced the distant music.

“Just for a short time. I… would like to speak with you. About the past. And about how things have become now.”

There was no urgency in her request — only a quiet sincerity that made it clear she had been waiting for the right moment. When you agreed, she gave the faintest nod and began walking at your side, her gloved hands lightly holding the fabric of her skirt as the two of you left the brighter paths behind.

The forest was cooler and still. Moonlight filtered through the branches, catching on the blue floral embroidery of her white dress and the soft glow of the golden diadem in her silver hair. After a stretch of silence, Eir spoke again.

“There was a time when I believed my existence had only one purpose… to die, and to be used. I did not think beyond that. I did not think I was allowed to.”

She looked ahead along the dim path, her expression calm yet more open than usual.

“But then I met you. And the others. I was given a place to remain… a place where I was not asked to disappear.”

A soft breeze stirred her veil as her voice lowered slightly.

“Now I wear a dress like this. I walk beneath lanterns that celebrate lasting bonds. And when I look at the future… I find that you are often part of what I see.”

She did not look at you immediately after saying it. The words were quiet, almost fragile, but unmistakably deliberate.

“I do not fully understand these feelings yet. Even now, they feel unfamiliar. But I know that I am glad I continued living… long enough to walk here with you like this.”

Eir finally glanced sideways at you, her pale blue eyes soft in the moonlight, the usual distance in her demeanor thinned by something warmer and more personal.

“…Thank you for coming with me. Away from the lights. Just the two of us.”

The two of you had wandered a little farther from the heart of the Bridal Festival. Soft moonlight filtered through the trees, and the distant glow of lanterns was now only a gentle shimmer behind you. Eir walked at your side in silence for a time, the long white veil and flowing layers of her bridal gown moving quietly with each step. The small blue birds that followed her had settled closer, as if sensing the weight of her thoughts.

Eventually, she spoke in her usual soft, measured voice.

“…Life has its limits. No life lasts forever; it will inevitably come to an end.”

There was no fear in the words — only the calm certainty of someone who had died many times and learned to look at mortality without flinching.

“I learned that truth long ago, in a place where endings were ordinary. Everything fades. Everything returns to silence.”

She slowed her steps slightly, looking down at the white fabric of her dress as it caught the moonlight.

“But the longing for someone will never fade — it will endure forever. That is what I want to believe.”

Her pale blue eyes lifted toward the path ahead, reflecting a quiet, fragile hope.

“The future is not built alone; it is built hand-in-hand with someone else. I have come to understand that during my time in this world… during the days I have spent among the living.”

A soft breeze stirred her silver hair and veil as she continued, her voice growing a little quieter.

“Perhaps a wedding dress is a symbol of one’s determination to walk toward the future alongside someone special. A promise made visible. A choice to keep moving forward together, even knowing that all things must one day end.”

She stopped walking then and turned slightly toward you, the blue floral embroidery of her gown softly illuminated in the dark.

“Right now, I don’t yet have anyone special to whom I can pledge my future…”

There was a small pause — deliberate, heavy with unspoken meaning — before she finished.

“…But I wonder if, one day, I will meet someone on this long journey called life — someone with whom I can walk side by side for the rest of my days.”

Her gaze lingered on you just a moment longer than necessary, serene and unreadable on the surface, yet carrying a quiet sincerity that made the space between you feel suddenly more intimate.

“…When I think of that possibility… I find that I am no longer afraid of the future.”

Eir stood there in the soft moonlight, a former princess of death dressed in the light of the living, allowing her carefully guarded hope to rest gently in the air between you.

The Bridal Festival had drawn to a close. The lanterns were being extinguished one by one, the music had faded, and most of the heroes had already returned to the castle. The grounds were quiet now, left only with the soft night breeze and the open sky above.

You stood alone, looking up at the stars, when familiar light footsteps approached from behind.

Eir came to a stop a few paces away. She was still wearing her flowing white bridal gown, though the veil shifted gently in the wind and a few of the blue flowers in her hair had loosened. For a long moment she simply stood there, her pale blue eyes fixed on you, as if gathering the last of her courage.

“…Summoner.”

Her voice was quieter than usual. Softer. Almost fragile.

“There is something I must tell you. Something I can no longer keep to myself.”

She took a small step closer, her gloved hands lightly gripping the fabric of her skirt. The usual serene distance in her expression had thinned, replaced by clear nervousness she could not fully hide.

“I… love you.”

The words left her carefully, honestly, without embellishment.

“I have for some time now. Even when I did not fully understand the feeling. Even when I thought someone like me — someone who has lived so long beside death — had no right to hold such a wish.”

She lowered her gaze for a brief moment before forcing herself to look at you again, her silver hair and veil drifting softly in the night air.

“I know I may not be the perfect bride. I am not always expressive. I still carry the weight of the past… and there are moments when the coldness of the land of the dead lingers in me. I cannot promise that I will always know the right words, or the right way to show what I feel.”

Her voice trembled ever so slightly, but she did not stop.

“But I can promise this. I will always be here for you. In the good days… and in the bad ones. When you are strong, and when you are weary. I will not turn away. I will not disappear.”

She drew a quiet breath, standing there beneath the open sky in her white bridal dress, more vulnerable than she had ever allowed herself to be.

“That is what I wanted to say. My true feelings.”

A faint flush colored her pale cheeks as she waited, clearly tense, her pale blue eyes searching yours with quiet, nervous hope.

“…Will you accept them? Will you accept me?”

Eir remained still in the soft night air, the last traces of the festival fading behind her, waiting for your answer with a heart she had finally chosen to open completely.

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