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Prelude to the Festival and Endearment | Chapter 12
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Dappled light shines into the tunnel like scattered ginkgo leaves.
Mitile is huddled over in the corner of the cave. In his hands is the glass jar — the jar for Riquet's gift.
The lid is open; the jar is still empty.
Akira: Mitile....
Mitile: ....Sir Sage... I was supposed to put Riquet's gift in here. But I kept wondering, what should I bring back? Is this the right gift? And I didn’t end up gathering anything.
Akira: I understand. That always happens with gifts.
I laugh and agree with him, but I know what Mitile really wanted to bring back.
Mitile really loved Muumuu. He watched over him kindly, and doted on him with his whole heart. That boy was Mitile's friend.
But Mitile isn't selfish. He must understand how important it is to live with family precisely because he has lost both his parents.
He chose to say goodbye because he truly loved Muumuu.
Mitile: ....What should I bring back.... This is a problem....
Mitile gazes at the empty jar and laughs sadly.
Mitile: I feel like I met so many wonderful things on this journey. But if the jar is empty, it'll look like nothing happened.....
I feel a pang in my heart thinking about how Mitile laughed just a few days ago, saying he would stuff the jar with wonderful things to show Riquet.
That’s when we hear Rutile’s voice.
Rutile: That's not true.
Akira: Rutile...
Rutile stands by our side. Mitile keeps his head down, clutching his jar and refusing to look up.
(Rustle)
Rutile sits down next to Mitile and pulls Mitile’s head against his own. Their temples touch with a quiet bump.
It's not a solemn gesture; it’s filled with warmth and love.
Mitile's breath quietly shakes in the depths of his throat.
Rutile: Mitile, you obtained so many treasures these past few days; they would overflow from your jar. You went on an adventure. You made a friend. And you saved that friend.
You'll never forget what happened on this journey. You did well, Mitile. You've made so many wonderful memories.
And Muumuu won't forget either. He'll remember the brave and gentle wizard who saved him and brought him back to his family.
Mitile: ........
Mitile's shaky breath falls onto the grass like the sunlight pouring in from between the leaves.
The damp air surrounding us is both suffocating and gentle. Mitile keeps his head down as beautiful tears continue to spill down his cheeks.
Mitile: Sir Sage, nii-sama. I... I managed to help Muumuu, right?
Rutile: Of course.
Akira: Yes.... Mitile, you saved him with your sugar.
Mitile: .......I saved Muumuu with sugar, and brought him to his family.... I... I did a good thing, right?
....Muumuu and I were friends, right....?
Rutile: Of course. You met such a wonderful friend; aren't you glad you came out on a journey, Mitile?
Rutile smiles and hugs Mitile from behind.
Mitile clutches the glass jar, his shoulders still shaking.
His tears continue to fall one by one into the transparent jar. It’s a heartbreaking but beautiful sight.
Rutile smiles and ruffles Mitile's hair over and over again. I feel my heart grow warm.
Something you can't bring home. Something you can't express in words. A color that can’t be painted on paper. These irreplaceable memories from our journey are transient and bittersweet.
But we will never forget them.
✦✧☾✧✦
The Southern wizards and the Western wizards have all gathered. We’re ready to perform the holy festival now.
Figaro and Lennox notice Mitile's red eyes and look like they want say something.
But instead, they gently brush the dirt off of Mitile's clothes.
There's a gentle warmth surrounding them — as if they're family who understand each other without words.
Figaro: Well then, let's begin. I'm counting on you for support, Shylock.
Shylock: Understood.
Figaro: << Possideo >>
Chapter 11 << | index | >> Chapter 13
Dappled light shines into the tunnel like scattered ginkgo leaves.
Mitile is huddled over in the corner of the cave. In his hands is the glass jar — the jar for Riquet's gift.
The lid is open; the jar is still empty.
Akira: Mitile....
Mitile: ....Sir Sage... I was supposed to put Riquet's gift in here. But I kept wondering, what should I bring back? Is this the right gift? And I didn’t end up gathering anything.
Akira: I understand. That always happens with gifts.
I laugh and agree with him, but I know what Mitile really wanted to bring back.
Mitile really loved Muumuu. He watched over him kindly, and doted on him with his whole heart. That boy was Mitile's friend.
But Mitile isn't selfish. He must understand how important it is to live with family precisely because he has lost both his parents.
He chose to say goodbye because he truly loved Muumuu.
Mitile: ....What should I bring back.... This is a problem....
Mitile gazes at the empty jar and laughs sadly.
Mitile: I feel like I met so many wonderful things on this journey. But if the jar is empty, it'll look like nothing happened.....
I feel a pang in my heart thinking about how Mitile laughed just a few days ago, saying he would stuff the jar with wonderful things to show Riquet.
That’s when we hear Rutile’s voice.
Rutile: That's not true.
Akira: Rutile...
Rutile stands by our side. Mitile keeps his head down, clutching his jar and refusing to look up.
(Rustle)
Rutile sits down next to Mitile and pulls Mitile’s head against his own. Their temples touch with a quiet bump.
It's not a solemn gesture; it’s filled with warmth and love.
Mitile's breath quietly shakes in the depths of his throat.
Rutile: Mitile, you obtained so many treasures these past few days; they would overflow from your jar. You went on an adventure. You made a friend. And you saved that friend.
You'll never forget what happened on this journey. You did well, Mitile. You've made so many wonderful memories.
And Muumuu won't forget either. He'll remember the brave and gentle wizard who saved him and brought him back to his family.
Mitile: ........
Mitile's shaky breath falls onto the grass like the sunlight pouring in from between the leaves.
The damp air surrounding us is both suffocating and gentle. Mitile keeps his head down as beautiful tears continue to spill down his cheeks.
Mitile: Sir Sage, nii-sama. I... I managed to help Muumuu, right?
Rutile: Of course.
Akira: Yes.... Mitile, you saved him with your sugar.
Mitile: .......I saved Muumuu with sugar, and brought him to his family.... I... I did a good thing, right?
....Muumuu and I were friends, right....?
Rutile: Of course. You met such a wonderful friend; aren't you glad you came out on a journey, Mitile?
Rutile smiles and hugs Mitile from behind.
Mitile clutches the glass jar, his shoulders still shaking.
His tears continue to fall one by one into the transparent jar. It’s a heartbreaking but beautiful sight.
Rutile smiles and ruffles Mitile's hair over and over again. I feel my heart grow warm.
Something you can't bring home. Something you can't express in words. A color that can’t be painted on paper. These irreplaceable memories from our journey are transient and bittersweet.
But we will never forget them.
✦✧☾✧✦
The Southern wizards and the Western wizards have all gathered. We’re ready to perform the holy festival now.
Figaro and Lennox notice Mitile's red eyes and look like they want say something.
But instead, they gently brush the dirt off of Mitile's clothes.
There's a gentle warmth surrounding them — as if they're family who understand each other without words.
Figaro: Well then, let's begin. I'm counting on you for support, Shylock.
Shylock: Understood.
Figaro: << Possideo >>
Chapter 11 << | index | >> Chapter 13