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Prelude to the Festival and Endearment | Chapter 8
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I am too moved for words. Every time I take a breath, I feel like my body is going to float into the night sky like a star.
I want to share this beautiful sight that brings me to tears with the people I love.
Akira: Ah... I wish I had a smartphone after all. I want to show everyone.....
Rutile: I'm going to paint a picture of this scene! Dr. Figaro, Mister Leno, Mitile. Can I leave dinner and the tent to you all?
Figaro: Go ahead, Mister Artist.
Mitile: I'm going to make a really delicious dinner! I'll go gather some firewood!
Lennox: Let's go together. It's dangerous by the river.
The Southern wizards get right to work. Rutile draws me by the hand and points to a rock that looks like a good place to sit.
Rutile: Sir Sage, you should join me. If you aren't an artist, why don’t you try putting it into words in the sage’s manual?
Akira: I-I wonder if I can. I'll give it a try. But... Shouldn't I help out too?
Figaro: No worries. We're just all doing what we want to do. Work is play, and play is work.
It’s true; the Southern wizards look like they’re enjoying themselves as they set up the tent and start a fire by the sunset-colored river.
We sit on the rock and gaze at the slowly setting sun. Even the shadows of the birds and the sand scattering in the wind are mesmerizing.
How can I put these feelings and this beauty into words?
Akira: Red... How do I describe the color of this sunset...? Just saying "red" doesn’t feel like enough....
Rutile: I know what you mean. I can’t just use the red color straight out of the tube. What colors should I mix it with....
We think about it seriously. But it’s fun; it feels like we’re accomplishing something wonderful.
Akira: ...I know! The sunset is the color of Oz's eyes. The glittering earth is the color of Chloe's hair.
Rutile: That's lovely! What about the other colors? Please go on.
Akira: Um... The rays of sunlight on the horizon are the color of Heath's hair. The trees in the distant mountains reflecting the light of the sun... Those are the color of Rutile's eyes.
Rutile: Mine? ... You're right!
Rutile points at his eyes, and then gazes at the distance. We giggle like children.
This moment feels so precious to me. Surrounded by the beauty of nature, I think of everyone I love.
I don't think I'll ever forget this — and suddenly, I understand the meaning of Murr's words.
Akira: (The secret to having an unforgettable trip is to discover something irreplaceable..... This is what he meant.)
(Something beloved and moving — something that makes your heart dance.)
I continue my precious game. The approaching starlit sky is the color of Shino's hair. The glittering stars are the color of Snow and White's eyes.
Would they laugh if I told them? Even if they did, it'd still be fun. It’s wonderful to have people you want to describe your experiences to.
✦✧☾✧✦
The sunset turns into a starlit sky. We gather around the campfire and eat our dinner.
Everyone is tired, but we can’t stop talking. I thought our joyous trip would continue on just like this.
Until that night....
✦✧☾✧✦
(Footsteps)
???: Shh... don't wake them up.
???: Look at how small this little sheep is. It’ll fetch quite a price. There there, c'mere. Baa, baa-baa.......
Akira: (.......? I hear unfamiliar voices inside the tent....)
???: Alright! Got it! Let's get out of here......
Lennox: << Forsettao Meiuvat >>
(Baaaaaaaa) (Rumble)
???: Wha.......!? The sheep suddenly got huge! Help...! It’s going to crush me....!!!
✦✧☾✧✦
The suspicious people who appeared in the night turned out to be poachers. They kidnap rare animals and sell them off in the market.
Figaro: Goodness. I've put them to sleep using magic for now, but we need to find a village with a sheriff and hand them over tomorrow.
Lennox: I'll take them. Please look after Sir Sage.
Rutile: It's sad to see people do such terrible things in such a lovely place.... I hope no other creatures were hurt.....
Mitile: ...Huh? Something's moving around inside their bag.....
(Footsteps)
Under the moonlight, Mitile approaches the poachers’ bag. He carefully opens it, and....
???: Muumuu.
A fluffy, poofy creature, like a white sea lion with cat ears, emerges from inside.
Akira: W-what is this creature!?
Rutile: I've never seen it before! It's so cute...!
Mitile: Cute... I wonder if it got poached too....?
Lennox: I think so. They mentioned picking up a strange baby creature that had been whisked away by a hawk down by the Southernmost bay.....
???: Muumuu....
It looks like a sea lion, but upon closer inspection, there are actually tiny legs buried under all its fur. It climbs up the bag with its short legs.
Chapter 7 << | index | >> Chapter 9
I am too moved for words. Every time I take a breath, I feel like my body is going to float into the night sky like a star.
I want to share this beautiful sight that brings me to tears with the people I love.
Akira: Ah... I wish I had a smartphone after all. I want to show everyone.....
Rutile: I'm going to paint a picture of this scene! Dr. Figaro, Mister Leno, Mitile. Can I leave dinner and the tent to you all?
Figaro: Go ahead, Mister Artist.
Mitile: I'm going to make a really delicious dinner! I'll go gather some firewood!
Lennox: Let's go together. It's dangerous by the river.
The Southern wizards get right to work. Rutile draws me by the hand and points to a rock that looks like a good place to sit.
Rutile: Sir Sage, you should join me. If you aren't an artist, why don’t you try putting it into words in the sage’s manual?
Akira: I-I wonder if I can. I'll give it a try. But... Shouldn't I help out too?
Figaro: No worries. We're just all doing what we want to do. Work is play, and play is work.
It’s true; the Southern wizards look like they’re enjoying themselves as they set up the tent and start a fire by the sunset-colored river.
We sit on the rock and gaze at the slowly setting sun. Even the shadows of the birds and the sand scattering in the wind are mesmerizing.
How can I put these feelings and this beauty into words?
Akira: Red... How do I describe the color of this sunset...? Just saying "red" doesn’t feel like enough....
Rutile: I know what you mean. I can’t just use the red color straight out of the tube. What colors should I mix it with....
We think about it seriously. But it’s fun; it feels like we’re accomplishing something wonderful.
Akira: ...I know! The sunset is the color of Oz's eyes. The glittering earth is the color of Chloe's hair.
Rutile: That's lovely! What about the other colors? Please go on.
Akira: Um... The rays of sunlight on the horizon are the color of Heath's hair. The trees in the distant mountains reflecting the light of the sun... Those are the color of Rutile's eyes.
Rutile: Mine? ... You're right!
Rutile points at his eyes, and then gazes at the distance. We giggle like children.
This moment feels so precious to me. Surrounded by the beauty of nature, I think of everyone I love.
I don't think I'll ever forget this — and suddenly, I understand the meaning of Murr's words.
Akira: (The secret to having an unforgettable trip is to discover something irreplaceable..... This is what he meant.)
(Something beloved and moving — something that makes your heart dance.)
I continue my precious game. The approaching starlit sky is the color of Shino's hair. The glittering stars are the color of Snow and White's eyes.
Would they laugh if I told them? Even if they did, it'd still be fun. It’s wonderful to have people you want to describe your experiences to.
✦✧☾✧✦
The sunset turns into a starlit sky. We gather around the campfire and eat our dinner.
Everyone is tired, but we can’t stop talking. I thought our joyous trip would continue on just like this.
Until that night....
✦✧☾✧✦
(Footsteps)
???: Shh... don't wake them up.
???: Look at how small this little sheep is. It’ll fetch quite a price. There there, c'mere. Baa, baa-baa.......
Akira: (.......? I hear unfamiliar voices inside the tent....)
???: Alright! Got it! Let's get out of here......
Lennox: << Forsettao Meiuvat >>
(Baaaaaaaa) (Rumble)
???: Wha.......!? The sheep suddenly got huge! Help...! It’s going to crush me....!!!
✦✧☾✧✦
The suspicious people who appeared in the night turned out to be poachers. They kidnap rare animals and sell them off in the market.
Figaro: Goodness. I've put them to sleep using magic for now, but we need to find a village with a sheriff and hand them over tomorrow.
Lennox: I'll take them. Please look after Sir Sage.
Rutile: It's sad to see people do such terrible things in such a lovely place.... I hope no other creatures were hurt.....
Mitile: ...Huh? Something's moving around inside their bag.....
(Footsteps)
Under the moonlight, Mitile approaches the poachers’ bag. He carefully opens it, and....
???: Muumuu.
A fluffy, poofy creature, like a white sea lion with cat ears, emerges from inside.
Akira: W-what is this creature!?
Rutile: I've never seen it before! It's so cute...!
Mitile: Cute... I wonder if it got poached too....?
Lennox: I think so. They mentioned picking up a strange baby creature that had been whisked away by a hawk down by the Southernmost bay.....
???: Muumuu....
It looks like a sea lion, but upon closer inspection, there are actually tiny legs buried under all its fur. It climbs up the bag with its short legs.
Chapter 7 << | index | >> Chapter 9