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Prelude to the Festival and Endearment | Chapter 5
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The night is quiet; everyone has fallen asleep, save for Figaro who is drinking alone in the common area.
Akira: Figaro......
Figaro: Oh, if it isn’t Sir Sage. Are you so excited that you’re having trouble sleeping? Or are you anxious about tomorrow?
Akira: It’s both.... How did you know?
Figaro tilts the square bottle, pouring an amber-colored liquor into his glass; he turns his eyes downward as he tries to bite back a laugh.
Figaro: I thought so. Mitile came to me for the same reason. He said, maybe I’ll stay home tomorrow.
Akira: Huh? But Mitile was looking forward to it more than anyone else?
Figaro: It’s because he was looking forward to it. When the heart tilts too heavily towards joyous excitement, it tries to maintain a balance by shifting to pessimism.
You feel like you’re over the moon, but the next moment, you’re alerted with utmost caution. It isn’t a bad thing. It’s proof that you’re smart people.
Your heart is trying to warn you in advance so that you don’t get hurt when you’re agitated.
I feel a bit relieved after listening to Figaro.
I was about to be disappointed in myself for being so moody — suddenly feeling anxious about something that I was really looking forward to.
Figaro: But it’s rough when you can’t sleep the night before a journey. Want me to make you fall asleep with magic? You don’t drink, do you?
Akira: I’m all right. I think I can sleep. ...But can we talk for a bit?
Figaro: Go on. Confide in me about all the worries in the world. I’ll tell you, "It’ll be all right" each and every time.
I grow embarrassed at his teasing tone. Figaro notices my cheeks growing red, and smiles gently.
Figaro: Sorry about that. I’m just joking. You can learn a lot by resolving your concerns and anxieties. I was about to put your volition to waste.
Akira: It’s really not a big deal, but.... This feels like such a childish concern....
Figaro: It is a big deal. It’s proof that you were thinking seriously about yourself. I should’ve been equally earnest.
Figaro might sound irresponsible at times, but he’s always kind and genuine when it matters; it makes me happy. My lips curve upwards into a smile.
Akira: Please teach me all sorts of things tomorrow. Figaro, why were you up? Were you having trouble falling asleep too?
Figaro: I was up listening to Mitile. I was going to head off to bed after this last glass of wine. ...But I guess I am a little giddy.
Akira: You too, Figaro?
Figaro: Are you surprised?
Akira: But you’ve lived for so long, Figaro. I also heard that you’ve travelled all over the world.
Figaro: But this is my first time travelling with you all.
I blink. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but Figaro looks embarrassed as he brings the glass to his lips.
Figaro: I want to be a good guide. Imagining you guys enjoying yourselves makes me grin; it makes me restless.
And if the trip leaves you sad or disappointed in some way, I know I’ll feel disappointed too.
So even Figaro — who’s used to traveling — feels the same way as I do.
Overwhelmed, I grab the bottle to pour him another glass as my way of saying thanks.
(Pours wine)
Akira: Figaro. Have another glass.
Figaro: Ahaha. What’s this, all of a sudden? I won’t be able to wake up tomorrow.
Our laughter echoes through the quiet common area.
We all feel the same. We’re praying that this will be a delightful trip; that we’ll get to accomplish everything we set out to do.
Because if even a single one of us looks sad, the clearest sky in the world would turn cloudy.
✦✧☾✧✦
I return to my room and fall asleep peacefully until morning.
✦✧☾✧✦
We depart at sunrise.
A number of wizards from other countries came to see us off. Nero and Miss Canary made us lunch.
We take the elevator to the Southern Country tower. We’re going to fly from here. Shylock looks up at the bright sky and shrugs his shoulders.
Shylock: We’ll probably get sunburnt. I should’ve brought something to block the sun.
Murr: Then I’ll fly above you to create a shadow!
Rutile: The weather’s so lovely! Let’s go, let’s go! Does anyone want to race me!?
Chloe: No way! Rutile, you fly so fast!
Lennox: Sir Sage, please ride on my broom. Dr. Figaro, could you keep an eye on Mitile?
Figaro: Got it. Come here, Mitile. Let’s take it slow; there’s no need to rush.
Mitile: You don’t have to fly next to me. I can handle it alone.
Figaro: But you’ve never flown for such a long time, right? When you start to lose focus, your magic powers wane; that’s what makes people crash and fall out of nowhere.
Mitile: Really?
Rustica: Yes. I’ve seen it happen before. A wizard who was flying in front of me suddenly spiraled downward into the stone pavement and turned to stone.
It was such a sad incident.
Mitile turns pale at Rustica’s sorrowful utterance. He moves close to Figaro, just as he was told.
Mitile: I’ll fly with Dr. Figaro.
Figaro: Yes. Good boy.
Rutile: All right then, let’s go! Woohoo!
Rutile exclaims as he grabs his broom and gallantly leaps off the tower.
Chapter 4 << | index | >> Chapter 6
The night is quiet; everyone has fallen asleep, save for Figaro who is drinking alone in the common area.
Akira: Figaro......
Figaro: Oh, if it isn’t Sir Sage. Are you so excited that you’re having trouble sleeping? Or are you anxious about tomorrow?
Akira: It’s both.... How did you know?
Figaro tilts the square bottle, pouring an amber-colored liquor into his glass; he turns his eyes downward as he tries to bite back a laugh.
Figaro: I thought so. Mitile came to me for the same reason. He said, maybe I’ll stay home tomorrow.
Akira: Huh? But Mitile was looking forward to it more than anyone else?
Figaro: It’s because he was looking forward to it. When the heart tilts too heavily towards joyous excitement, it tries to maintain a balance by shifting to pessimism.
You feel like you’re over the moon, but the next moment, you’re alerted with utmost caution. It isn’t a bad thing. It’s proof that you’re smart people.
Your heart is trying to warn you in advance so that you don’t get hurt when you’re agitated.
I feel a bit relieved after listening to Figaro.
I was about to be disappointed in myself for being so moody — suddenly feeling anxious about something that I was really looking forward to.
Figaro: But it’s rough when you can’t sleep the night before a journey. Want me to make you fall asleep with magic? You don’t drink, do you?
Akira: I’m all right. I think I can sleep. ...But can we talk for a bit?
Figaro: Go on. Confide in me about all the worries in the world. I’ll tell you, "It’ll be all right" each and every time.
I grow embarrassed at his teasing tone. Figaro notices my cheeks growing red, and smiles gently.
Figaro: Sorry about that. I’m just joking. You can learn a lot by resolving your concerns and anxieties. I was about to put your volition to waste.
Akira: It’s really not a big deal, but.... This feels like such a childish concern....
Figaro: It is a big deal. It’s proof that you were thinking seriously about yourself. I should’ve been equally earnest.
Figaro might sound irresponsible at times, but he’s always kind and genuine when it matters; it makes me happy. My lips curve upwards into a smile.
Akira: Please teach me all sorts of things tomorrow. Figaro, why were you up? Were you having trouble falling asleep too?
Figaro: I was up listening to Mitile. I was going to head off to bed after this last glass of wine. ...But I guess I am a little giddy.
Akira: You too, Figaro?
Figaro: Are you surprised?
Akira: But you’ve lived for so long, Figaro. I also heard that you’ve travelled all over the world.
Figaro: But this is my first time travelling with you all.
I blink. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but Figaro looks embarrassed as he brings the glass to his lips.
Figaro: I want to be a good guide. Imagining you guys enjoying yourselves makes me grin; it makes me restless.
And if the trip leaves you sad or disappointed in some way, I know I’ll feel disappointed too.
So even Figaro — who’s used to traveling — feels the same way as I do.
Overwhelmed, I grab the bottle to pour him another glass as my way of saying thanks.
(Pours wine)
Akira: Figaro. Have another glass.
Figaro: Ahaha. What’s this, all of a sudden? I won’t be able to wake up tomorrow.
Our laughter echoes through the quiet common area.
We all feel the same. We’re praying that this will be a delightful trip; that we’ll get to accomplish everything we set out to do.
Because if even a single one of us looks sad, the clearest sky in the world would turn cloudy.
✦✧☾✧✦
I return to my room and fall asleep peacefully until morning.
✦✧☾✧✦
We depart at sunrise.
A number of wizards from other countries came to see us off. Nero and Miss Canary made us lunch.
We take the elevator to the Southern Country tower. We’re going to fly from here. Shylock looks up at the bright sky and shrugs his shoulders.
Shylock: We’ll probably get sunburnt. I should’ve brought something to block the sun.
Murr: Then I’ll fly above you to create a shadow!
Rutile: The weather’s so lovely! Let’s go, let’s go! Does anyone want to race me!?
Chloe: No way! Rutile, you fly so fast!
Lennox: Sir Sage, please ride on my broom. Dr. Figaro, could you keep an eye on Mitile?
Figaro: Got it. Come here, Mitile. Let’s take it slow; there’s no need to rush.
Mitile: You don’t have to fly next to me. I can handle it alone.
Figaro: But you’ve never flown for such a long time, right? When you start to lose focus, your magic powers wane; that’s what makes people crash and fall out of nowhere.
Mitile: Really?
Rustica: Yes. I’ve seen it happen before. A wizard who was flying in front of me suddenly spiraled downward into the stone pavement and turned to stone.
It was such a sad incident.
Mitile turns pale at Rustica’s sorrowful utterance. He moves close to Figaro, just as he was told.
Mitile: I’ll fly with Dr. Figaro.
Figaro: Yes. Good boy.
Rutile: All right then, let’s go! Woohoo!
Rutile exclaims as he grabs his broom and gallantly leaps off the tower.
Chapter 4 << | index | >> Chapter 6