Scenario:Sara - Small Yet Great Uncertainty

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Small Yet Great Uncertainty

While staying at Kaz's home in Auguste, Sara opens up about her concerns for the future. Kaz advises her to speak with her seniors in the crew about the matter.



Sara: A man walks through a mine with a birdcage in hand. In the cage is a single canary.
Sara: The canary should have died—thereby fulfilling its purpose of alerting its owner to the mine's toxic fumes.
Sara: However...
Sara: The mine and the birdcage collapsed. Leaving its owner behind, the canary takes flight.
Sara: Freedom at last. The canary soaks in the vastness of the bright blue skies.
Sara: Where will it go next?
Sara: ...
Sara: Where does it belong?
Sara: Mng...
Stirred by noise from outside, Sara wakes up to the fresh scent of the ocean breeze in Kaz's home.
Sara, (Captain), and the crew have come to Auguste for a vacation.
Lyria: Yawn... Sara?
Good morning...
Sara: Good morning. Kaz must have returned from his morning fishing routine.
Kaz's Voice: Hope I didn't startle you girls. Got back just now.
Kaz's Voice: Caught some nice fish in today's haul. I'll have breakfast ready for us in a jiffy.
Lyria: Mm... Breakfast... I'll help...
Sara: Teehee... Let's help Kaz make breakfast together.
Kaz: Good, you've got the innards removed. Now you wanna split the fish open like this.
Lyria: Split it open... Okay.
Sara: Sorry you have to teach us how to do this, Kaz. As if you weren't already tired enough from fishing...
Kaz: Haha... I've been fishing at daybreak since I was a kid. Nothing to it really.
Sara: You did this as a child too?
Kaz: Yep. Seeing as my dad and granddad were fishermen too, I kinda took after 'em.
Kaz: Even back then, it'd been my dream to become a master angler.
Sara: Your... dream...
Sara: That's amazing.
Kaz: Haha, now you're just embarrassing me with your praise.
Kaz: All right, once you've taken out the bones, chop the fish into thin pieces, add seasoning, and mix.
Kaz: And there we have it: finely chopped fish with miso on rice! Learned this recipe when I was still just a runt.
Lyria: Yum... The fish is so chewy and flavorful.
Sara: I love it!
Kaz: Hah, that's the reaction I like to see. Go on, eat up.
Sara: ...
Sara: (Dreams...)
Sara: (As a priestess, the idea of growing up was something I never even thought about.)
Sara: (What kind of dreams do I envision for myself?)
Kaz: ...
Sara: ...
After breakfast, the crew gambols about on the beach.
Sara stands by the shore and gazes out at the sea.
Kaz: Looks like you've grown a bit taller since I last saw you, Sara.
Sara: Huh? Ah... I suppose you're right.
Kaz: All children grow up so fast. You're clearly well on your way to adulthood too, Sara.
Sara: ...
Kaz: Huh? Something bothering you?
Sara: Um...
Sara: I'm not sure what it means to be a grown-up... Or what the future holds.
Kaz: Hm.
Sara: Ever since I began traveling with (Captain)'s crew, my world has gotten a lot larger... So much so that I'm not sure where I'm headed anymore...
Kaz: At a loss on what to set your sights on, eh?
Sara: Mm-hm. It might be okay for now, but I want to settle on a clear goal eventually, the way you always have.
Kaz: That so...
Sara: ...
Kaz: Luck plays a big part too, you know? Consider how I come back from fishing some days without a single catch.
Sara: Because of bad luck?
Kaz: Bad luck for the day, that is.
Kaz: I go out there with a completely different outlook on some days. Depends on the tide and what my eyes are focused on.
Sara: Your eyes?
Kaz: Take yourself, for instance—now that you're taller, you're able to see so much farther into the distance.
Kaz: And you're opening up to me about your concerns.
Kaz: A younger you might have simply shrugged them off.
Sara: Ah...
Sara: You're thinking about the last time I came...
Kaz: You grow more mature by the day, Sara. What you don't notice today is something you might see tomorrow.
Sara: I see what you mean...
Kaz: Also, you may want to try asking those who came before you.
Kaz: After all, a fledgling seaman casting his net isn't likely to catch much of anything.
Kaz: Your seniors should be able to help you figure out what exactly to set your sights on.
Sara: My seniors... In the crew, you mean?
Kaz: Yep, you've got plenty of them in the crew. Turn to them for advice.
Sara: Thank you! I'll do that, Kaz.

Small Yet Great Uncertainty: Scene 2

Taking Kaz's advice, Sara consults Tyre about her uncertainties for the future. He is pleased to offer his guidance.



Sara: ...!
As much as she'd like to take Kaz's advice about talking to fellow crew members, Sara finds herself hesitant.
Sara: (Who should I speak to... I've never actually spoken to a lot of the crew members...)
Sara: (Maybe I should just call out to the next person who passes by!)
As an uncertain Sara surveys her surroundings, a pair of footsteps approach.
Tyre: La-di-doo!
Sara: Ah!
Tyre: Elmott! If I may please have your attention!
Sara: Er...
Elmott: Geez, would it kill ya to keep it down? Maybe try not shouting in my ear next time.
Tyre: I have finished sharpening your kitchen knife and saw fit to return it!
Elmott: Oh, that thing? 'Preciate it. Nice work. "Tres bien," as they say.
Tyre: Merci beacoup! It was an incredible honor!
Sara: ...
Graphos: ...
Elmott: Guess I might as well test it out in the kitchen.
Tyre: Godspeed!
Sara: Sigh... What should I do, Graphos? At this rate—
Tyre: By the way, Sara?
Sara: Eep!
Tyre: Did you, perchance, have something you wished to ask of me?
Sara: Erm... No, it's okay!
Tyre: My apologies for the intrusion. I am always happy to have a chat! Perhaps I'll see you around then!
Sara: Ah...
Sara: (Why did I turn down a chance to ask for his advice?)
Sara: (The first thing I need to work on is my courage!)
Sara: T... Tyre!
Tyre: Yes! What can I do for you?
Sara: Um, I...
Sara: I want to talk to you about the future!
Tyre: Whoa!
A babble of voices suddenly arises around them.
The sound of Elmott tripping over himself in surprise echoes across the Grandcypher's halls.
Sara: Um...
Elmott: Dude, Tyre! You'd better tell me what that's all about! And if I don't like your answer, I'm gonna roast you like a skewer.
Tyre: I-I-I have no idea myself! Let us hear what she has to say first!
Tyre: Well then, Sara... What do you mean by your future?
Sara: I just... I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm all grown-up... Should I be a fisherman? Or...
Sara: Kaz said I should ask my seniors in the crew for advice!
Sara: I'm sorry... I'm just so nervous that I have trouble expressing myself.
Elmott: Oh, so that's what you meant by the future...
Tyre: I take it you'd like to discuss possible career options then?
Sara: Erm, yeah... I suppose that's right...
Elmott: All right, makes sense. Asking for a career consultation from someone more experienced is common enough.
Elmott: My bad, Tyre. Guess I shouldn't jump to conclusions.
Tyre: Though to be fair, Sara, I would consider myself far from experienced. With that in mind, if you'd still like to talk...
Sara: Um...
Elmott: Sara's asking you. Cut the crap and give her the facts already.
Tyre: Yes, of course! I must prepare myself! Please give me a moment, Sara!
Sara: Prepare? Um, I was only asking a question...
Elmott: He takes things way too seriously. Welp, just give him a sec.
Elmott: Who knows, you might learn a thing or two—if you can stand him, that is.

Small Yet Great Uncertainty: Scene 3

Tyre describes what life is like at the Albion Military Academy, while Elmott does the same for the Mysteria Academy of Magic. Through their explanations, Sara realizes that it's okay for her to take some time finding something she's good at.



Tyre: Without further ado! Tyre, Albion student currently on leave, at your service!
Sara: Oh! Thank you!
Tyre launches into an explanation of the school pamphlet he's just handed out.
Tyre: Please refer to the first page to learn all about the academy!
Tyre: The Albion Military Academy is a place where youngsters from all over gather in hopes of becoming a knight!
Tyre: The enlistee is placed into either the elementary or junior curriculum depending on their age in the year of matriculation. Students make the most of every day!
Sara: Depending on their age?
Tyre: Yes. If you were to apply, I believe you would be placed in the elementary curriculum.
Sara: I'd get to pursue knighthood with those close to me in age?
Tyre: Indeed! Whether it be in merry laughter or deep sorrow, you will be beside those of like mind!
Sara: ...!
Sara: Um... How many people are enrolled in the elementary curriculum? Is it around ten? Or...
Tyre: My sincerest condolences! I was remiss in gathering a detailed member count!
Tyre: But as I recall, there are anywhere from a hundred to two hundred enlistees for each grade!
Sara: I-I'd be together with so many children!
Tyre: You most certainly would! Think about all the blood, sweat, and tears you might shed together in youthful exuberance!
Tyre: Please turn to the next page for details about school life.
Tyre: "Albion students must act as if they are always on the battlefield." In other words, despite being in town, you mustn't ever get too complacent.
Sara: ...?
Tyre: Monsters are regularly unleashed in various parts of the island to ensure that students are kept on their toes.
Sara: ...
Tyre: For that is Albion's true nature—to have students looking out for each other and bonding over the spilled blood of monsters.
Sara: ...
Elmott: Put simply, people who prefer to live by the sword are the type to gather at Albion.
Tyre: Verily! For I, myself, am one of them!
Tyre: Although I hail from a merchant family, my love of heroic tales and my parents' recommendation led me to Albion, where I met—
Tyre: V-Vi... Ahem. Where I met the most gracious Lord Commander on my journey to knighthood.
Sara: Knights... in school...
Elmott: Caught your interest, eh?
Sara: Uh-huh! I'm not sure if I want to be a knight though...
Elmott: Won't know if you're meant for it until you test the waters yourself. I'd keep my options open though...
Tyre: Albion is not the only place of learning! Isn't that right, Mr. Elmott!
Elmott: Tch... You've got that right.
Sara: ...!
Elmott: Wanna hear about Mysteria? I don't have anything prepped like Tyre, but—
Sara: Yes!
Elmott: Heh... Good answer.
Elmott: As if the place's name weren't a dead giveaway, the Mysteria Academy of Magic is a place where people come to learn magic. But it focuses on a broader education than Albion.
Elmott: The curriculum's not all magic. You get to learn what you want.
Elmott: And the graduates end up in all sorts of professions, ranging from skyfarers to merchants to whatever floats your boat.
Sara: Wow!
Elmott: You can read and write, yeah? Then you've got what it takes to enroll. Our lessons start from the most basic of basics.
Elmott: Pick up skills as you go along and figure out what vocation suits you best. That's one way to go about it.
Sara: Pick up skills and find my vocation...
Elmott: We've got some dumbasses who can't figure out what they wanna do and act out, but that definitely ain't a concern with you.
Elmott: Well, that about sums it up. You can sit in on a few classes to see what it's like. Just lemme know.
Sara: Thank you!
Tyre: And if you wish to embrace the path of knighthood, I will gladly accompany you with all my inexperience!
Sara: Goodness, you are certainly not inexperienced! The two of you are amazing!
Elmott: For the record, despite all my babbling, I'm only a part-time instructor at Mysteria.
Tyre: And I am still in training.
Sara: Yet... I find you to be a wonderful teacher and a lovely knight!
Tyre: ...!
Sara: I'm glad to learn so much from you. Thank you!
Elmott: You're welcome at Mysteria anytime. That goes for you too, Tyre.
Tyre: I...
Tyre: I shall continue to strive for greatness!
Sara: Um... What's wrong, Tyre? Your face is all red.
Elmott: Lettin' a bit of praise get to your head, Tyre? How pure and simpleminded.
Sara bows in thanks at Tyre and Elmott before turning away.
Sara: (Learning all sorts of skills to find the right thing for myself...)
Sara: (I'm glad I mustered the courage to speak to them!)
Sara takes off with a skip in her step.

Small Yet Great Uncertainty: Scene 4

Back at Kaz's place, Sara helps Volenna mend Kaz's clothes. She realizes her stitches are of uneven thickness and worries about the possibility of never being able to find something she's good at.



Sara: I'm back.
Volenna: Sara. You went to the beach house?
Sara: Mm-hm. I got to speak to Tyre and Elmott.
Volenna: I see...
Sara: How about you, Volenna?
Volenna: I was helping Kaz mend some cloth.
Sara: Can I help too?
Volenna: Sure. We could use another hand.
Sara: There... It seems mending Kaz's clothing requires quite a bit of strength.
Volenna: It's what he wears when going fishing. It uses dense fabric and goes with especially thick stitches to ensure sturdiness.
Sara: I hope I'm doing this okay...
Volenna: From what I can tell, you're doing fine so far. Nothing to worry about.
Sara: Really?
Volenna: Yeah. Your stitches are straight, and you're keeping a good pace. I think you've gotten better at this, Sara.
Sara: Would this count as "picking up a skill"?
Volenna: Huh? I suppose that's one way of looking at it.
Sara: Great...
Volenna: ...
Sara: Is needlework something I could do for a living in the future?
Volenna: Sure. You could work on tailoring clothing, fancy dresses, embroidering handicrafts, and so on... There's plenty to do.
Sara: You can do all that, Volenna?
Volenna: Unfortunately, no. What little I know is what I picked up as part of military duty.
Sara: Oh...
Volenna: Do you enjoy this sort of work, Sara?
Sara: Maybe... Haha, I'm not really sure.
Volenna: Well, you certainly seem to be enjoying it. Perhaps you're just a natural at this.
Sara: Thanks, Volenna.
Sara: Ah... Your stitches are pretty different from mine though.
Volenna: Huh?
Sara: My stitches are, how should I put this... uneven in thickness.
Volenna: That means you're applying a different level of pressure with each stitch. Fortunately, it shouldn't pose too much of a problem...
Sara: Hrm... I think it'd look better if they were a uniform thickness.
Volenna: It's okay. We can take this one step at a time.
Sara: Okay!
Sara continues with her needlework, paying careful attention to every little stitch.
Sara: (Steady hand, steady hand...)
Sara: (This is hard...)
Despite any difficulties, they finish up before long.
Kaz: Done already? You girls are quite skilled at this.
Sara: Erm... Do you think this is okay?
Kaz: What a graceful job you've done! I'll have to wear it proudly.
Kaz: Ahahaha!
Sara: Teehee...
Seeing the joy in Kaz's expression, Sara's hardened face breaks into a smile.
Sara: ...
However, an uncertainty lingers in her heart.
That night...
Sara: ...
Listening to Lyria and the others' steady breathing as they sleep, Sara stares at the ceiling.
Sara: (Kaz didn't seem to mind that my stitches weren't entirely even...)
Sara: (But I can't say the same for someone who wants tailored dresses or handicraft embroidering...)
Sara: ...
Sara: (There's no need to rush myself. I can take this one step at a time.)
Sara: (But what if I find I can't do it no matter how hard I try? Maybe I should look for another activity that suits me better...)
Sara: (What if I can't find any activity that suits me?)
Sara: (What kind of adult would that make me...)
Sara: ...
Sara: (I'm scared just thinking about it...)
It takes a long while before Sara finally dozes off to sleep.
Unbeknownst to others, she finds herself struggling, distraught with concern over her own future.