Scenario:Drusilla - The End... or Is It

The End... or Is It?

Drusilla puzzles over the question, "What is of utmost importance to being a lady?" As an attempt to find clues, she explores the skills her grandmother imparted. After watching the young Harvin reenact her practice sessions, the crew figures out the answer to the test. Before Drusilla can react, however, (Captain) and company rush her out to where her grandmother eagerly awaits.

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The crew has stopped by Port Breeze to visit Drusilla's house.

There, the young Harvin's grandmother challenged the crew to a daunting task—the Trial of Fair Ladies.

Drusilla: If I don't pass this test, then I won't be able to continue traveling with you all!

Drusilla: But there isn't much time left before sunset... Wh-what am I to do!

Vyrn: All right, let's calm down for a second. Remember, your mom and grandma passed it.

Vyrn: That means it's not impossible. We just gotta put our heads together and think.

Lyria: Your grandmother wants us to find what's important for being a lady, right?

Lyria: Does anything ring a bell, Drusilla? You two might've talked about it in the past...

Drusilla: Hmm... Grandmother has enriched me with knowledge from the arts to the sciences...

Drusilla: But I don't recall a single lecture on what it means to be a lady!

Vyrn: Well, let's think more general. Did you do any ladylike stuff when you were learning about arts and sciences?

Drusilla: Of course! I have dedicated countless weeks to honing my tea party decorum, ballroom dancing skills, and—

Drusilla: Oh! Perhaps the secret lies within practicing those skills!

1. We should try them out!

Choose: We should try them out!

Drusilla: Yes! We may discover something useful in the process.

Drusilla: Let's start with tea parties!

Drusilla leaps to her feet and pulls out a tea set from the corner of the room.

Drusilla: My goodness, there's not even a speck of dust to be seen. Grandmother must've been taking great care of it.

Lyria: You're right—the cups are pristine!

Vyrn: Whoa, they're even lighter than they look. And I'm not just saying that because they're Harvin-sized.

Drusilla: These are merely for practice! We fashioned them out of lightweight wood. After all, real porcelain can get chipped rather easily.

Lyria: Oh, you're right. I see some dents here and there...

Lyria: Hehe, you must've practiced a lot, Drusilla!

Drusilla: N-no, I was promptly able to move on from using such inferior cups—

Homlet: Tweet, tweet!

Vyrn: Haha, even Homlet's saying you were workin' your socks off!

Drusilla: Nngh, don't look at me like that—it's quite embarrassing!

Drusilla lowers her head, concealing her warm cheeks as she adeptly arranges the tea set.

Drusilla: Voila!

Vyrn: Wow! That was some serious speed!

Drusilla: Of course—this is the result of my daily trials and tribulations! It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I could do this with my eyes closed!

Lyria: Aww, you really are passionate about practicing!

Drusilla: A-ahem! Normally I'd have my stuffed animals participate, but today you are my esteemed guests. Please everyone, have a seat.

Settling down, the group unwinds while enjoying aromatic tea and delicate pastries.

Lyria: Mmm... What a lovely way to spend time.

Vyrn: Ahh... I feel so fancy having a tea party.

Drusilla: Hmm... Indeed, such a soothing ambience...

All Three: ...

Drusilla: Oh! We're supposed to be doing the test!

Lyria: Whoops, we got a bit carried away! Now, let's focus—is this activity important to being a lady?

Drusilla: Hmmm... This tea party brings back memories, but none that would satisfy Grandmother's question...

Vyrn: Dang... Well, how about we give ballroom dancing a try?

Drusilla: Certainly! Allow me to prepare!

Within moments, the young Harvin procures a teddy bear and begins dancing gracefully in front of a large mirror.

Drusilla: Studying my reflection has been a great asset, since each movement requires precision.

Drusilla: But of course, it wouldn't be a ballroom dance without my trusty partner, Sir Bearington! Our synergy is unrivaled!

Vyrn: Dang, you practice by yourself all the time?

Drusilla: Yes—save for the occasional one-on-one lesson with Grandmother.

Drusilla: We all know that true progress is born from practice!

Drusilla: After all, a girl doesn't simply grow into a full-fledged lady!

Drusilla marks the end of her dance with a curtsy and stands tall with pride.

(Captain): ...

Almost instinctively, (Captain) reaches out and gives the young girl a gentle pat on the head.

Drusilla: E-excuse me?! What are you doing?

Lyria: Ahhh, I can't hold it back anymore either! Drusilla, let me pat you too!

Vyrn: Yeah! Me three!

Homlet: Tweet, twee-tweet!

Drusilla: Oh my goodness, what's gotten into all of you!

The little girl fidgets awkwardly as the crew smothers her in affection.

Lyria: We're so proud of the work you've done to become an elegant lady!

Vyrn: Yeah! Just thinking about all the hours you've spent alone in this room made me emotional...

Homlet: Twee-tweeeet!

Vyrn: O-ouch! Geez, I got it—you were with her too, Homlet!

Drusilla: Oh... This feels familiar...

Drusilla: Grandmother, may I have a tea set for my room? Pretty please!

Grandmother: ...A tea set? Do you want to play pretend with your dolls?

Drusilla: No, I want to learn about hosting real tea parties!

Drusilla: I need to quickly become a proper lady to make Mother and Father proud!

Grandmother: Drusilla...

Grandmother: I understand. I'll have a wooden tea set prepared for you this evening.

Drusilla: Hooray! Thank you! But isn't it already late today? You don't have to rush, Grandmother.

Grandmother: Don't worry, dear. I'm happy as long as you're happy.

Drusilla: Yay! I love it when you pat my head, Grandmother! You never do that!

Grandmother: Hehe... Drusilla, my sweet child, you're our pride and joy.

Drusilla: (Grandmother had the same reaction when I first began studying the elegant arts.)

Vyrn: Hey! I think we figured out what your grandma meant!

Drusilla: You did?

Lyria: That's right! I think it also explains why she wanted us to take the test with you!

(Captain) nods in agreement.

Drusilla: What have you discovered! Please tell me!

Vyrn: You're fine just the way you are, Drusilla—that's the answer! Now let's go find Granny!

Grabbing the confused girl's hands, the crew pulls her out of the room to reconvene with her grandmother.

The End... or Is It?: Scene 2

The crew declares that the answer has been inside Drusilla all this time—her passion for self-improvement. Drusilla passes the test with flying colors, earning her grandmother’s support and approval.

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Returning to Drusilla's grandmother, the crew announce that they've reached a solution.

Grandmother: Very well, then. Tell me, what is of utmost importance to being a lady?

Drusilla: You see, well...

Drusilla: (We haven't discussed the answer yet! Oh no, this is much too soon!)

Lyria: The answer to your question... is already within Drusilla!

Lyria: Isn't that right, Grandmother?

Grandmother: ...

Drusilla: Excuse me? A-aren't you going to say something?

Vyrn: Granny, earlier you told us that being a lady comes from the heart, right?

Vyrn: And when it comes to Drusilla's passion for becoming a fair lady, she's got more heart than anyone else!

Drusilla: Do... do I give off that impression?

Vyrn: It's just like the passion skyfarers have for exploring the world and sailing the skies!

Vyrn: What you just showed us in that room—it's obvious the spark's been in you since day one!

Drusilla: How... I'm no more than an inexperienced girl!

Grandmother: Seeing the good parts of ourselves is often difficult.

Grandmother: Sometimes we need people to help us. And it seems like the crew and I share the same opinion—that you are strong, independent, and ambitious.

Drusilla: Even you agree, Grandmother? I had the potential all along?

Grandmother: Yes. The answer is having the passion and dedication to becoming the best version of yourself.

Drusilla's grandmother gives her a gentle smile.

Grandmother: My dear Drusilla, do you know why your parents and I weren't concerned about your adventures?

Grandmother: It's because you already have a true lady's mindset—pursuing your goals with intention and dignity.

Drusilla: Me... a lady? But I still make so many mistakes...

Grandmother: Indeed... I've watched you fail time and time again.

Grandmother: You can't drink coffee without tearing up; classical music immediately puts you to sleep; your ledger is full of miscalculations.

Grandmother: And yet, you've never resigned yourself to failure.

Drusilla: ...!

Drusilla: Urgh... Black coffee is far too bitter!

Drusilla: But I'm going to try my best to get used to it!

Drusilla: My eyes go round and round trying to make sense of this accounting ledger...

Drusilla: But stay strong, Drusilla! As long as you keep at it...

Grandmother: Drusilla, continue to believe in yourself and all the puzzle pieces will fall into place.

Grandmother: Perhaps things seem a bit vague, so listen closely. Confidence, self-love, and humility—these are the tenets of being an elegant lady.

Grandmother: Because you possess those qualities, you've been rewarded with lifelong friends and a greater sense of who you are... but there's even more out there.

Grandmother: And so, my dear, I can't wait to see what you'll discover next on your journey.

Drusilla: Oh, Grandmother! Does that mean I can continue traveling?

Grandmother: Of course. Follow your heart.

Grandmother: Ah, but before you go anywhere, there's one thing I forgot to tell you.

Drusilla: ...?

Grandmother: Welcome back home, Drusilla. I missed you very much.

Drusilla: ...!

Drusilla: Oh, how I adore you, Grandmother!

The young Harvin leaps into her grandmother's outstretched arms, and they give each other a warm embrace.

As the elderly woman pats Drusilla's head, all seems well in the world, and the young girl can't help but smile.

The End... or Is It?: Scene 3

That evening, Drusilla's parents join in celebrating Drusilla's homecoming over a lavish feast. After an evening full of food and talk, the crew departs for the skies once again. Later on, Drusilla begins writing letters to her family and Nerine. While doing so, a sense of renewed motivation swells in her heart as the young girl vows to become the finest lady in the world.

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Later that evening, Drusilla's grandmother lines the table with an assortment of tantalizing dishes in honor of the young Harvin.

Grandmother: The food is ready! Please, help yourselves!

Lyria: Wow! Everything looks amazing!

Vyrn: Oh man, I don't even know where to start!

Drusilla: Hehe! Behold, Grandmother's culinary prowess!

Drusilla: Oh!

Lyria: Hm? What's that you're piling on your plate?

Drusilla: Only the finest fare in all of Port Breeze—Grandmother's cookies!

Grandmother: I got a bit carried away and ended up baking extra. You can take the rest with—

Drusilla: Not eating all of them while they're warm would be a crime! I'll leave no crumb behind!

Drusilla: Mmm, chomp chomp!

Grandmother: Now, now, where are your table manners? The cookies aren't going to run away!

Grandmother: Hehe...

The elderly woman shakes her head and chuckles as Drusilla powers her way through a stack of sweet treats.

Drusilla's Mother: We're hooome! Oh my, something smells delicious!

Drusilla's Father: Drusilla! We missed you so much!

Drusilla: Mother! Father!

With the arrival of Drusilla's parents, the occasion grows only more festive.

Between mouthfuls of cookies, the young girl recounts her adventures until the early hours of the morning.

Grandmother: Well then, it's been a pleasure meeting you, (Captain). Please continue to look after my granddaughter.

1. You have my word!

Choose: You have my word!

Grandmother: Homlet, be a good bird and stay with Drusilla. Don't go flying off again.

Homlet: Tweet, tweet!

Grandmother: And Drusilla, my dear, don't forget to write this time. Keep us updated on your travels.

Drusilla: Yes, of course! I'll send letters and souvenirs from each place we visit!

Grandmother: Hehe. I can't wait.

Grandmother: Take care, Drusilla.

Drusilla: Bye-bye, Grandmother!

Grandmother: ...

As the Grandcypher takes off, Drusilla's grandmother gazes at the airship until it vanishes into the blue horizon.

Grandmother: Goodness gracious, it seems like my emotions have gotten the best of me.

Grandmother: My dear Drusilla, do you know why your parents and I weren't concerned about your adventures?

Grandmother: It's because you already have a true lady's mindset—pursuing your goals with intention and dignity.

Grandmother: In truth, it matters not whether you're an elegant lady or just a girl.

Grandmother: Whoever you decide to be, to us, you'll always be Drusilla—our one and only pride and joy. Fly safe, sweetheart.

A number of days have passed since Drusilla's visit to Port Breeze.

With an ample amount of news to share, the young Harvin plops down at her desk and begins composing letter after letter.

Drusilla: Phew... I've written quite the novel. Surely this is plenty for my family to read!

Drusilla: All right, next is...

After carefully penning "Dear Nerine" at the top, Drusilla rests her chin on her hand, pausing to think.

Drusilla: First, I must tell her about Grandmother's test—what a shocking revelation that was!

Drusilla: And of course, the recent missions... We've run into Pommern so many times that I've lost count...

Drusilla: My goodness, there's so much to share! At this rate, I could even consider a career in writing!

Drusilla continues to scribble away, eager to jot down every moment.

Drusilla: Someday, when Nerine and I can fly together...

Drusilla: We'll play in my room and eat all the cookies!

Drusilla: But until that day, I must continue my quest to grow and learn...

Drusilla: For I won't be just any lady—I will be the fairest in the skies!

Having returned home after a prolonged absence, Drusilla has gained a better understanding of herself.

But with the Grandcypher's course set for brighter skies, Drusilla's dreams, too, are bound to shine with greater radiance.