Scenario:Selfira - Portraying Feelings
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After the contest Selfira kept to herself, her thoughts her only company. Her concern for Selfira growing, Lyria suggested they take her back home to the village of Ardin for a nice rest.
For a long while after the Jamboree, Selfira spent her time alone, brooding.
Lyria: Er... hey, Selfira! The weather sure is beautiful, isn't it?
Selfira: Wha... oh! Yeah, it's perfect!
Vyrn: Uh... what are you two doing?
Vyrn: You think she's okay? Selfira, I mean. I think she's been spending too much time in her head lately.
Lyria: Um... I didn't want to meddle so we haven't talked. But I am worried...
Selfira: ...! I... I'm sorry. I didn't know I was acting so different...
Selfira: I never thought of that... but you two are definitely right...
Lyria: Hey, Selfira. How would you like to see your home again?
Selfira: Home... you mean Ardin?
Lyria: Yeah! I mean, you're probably not used to all this adventuring. It's probably why you're feeling so blue. Why don't we take you home for a nice break?
Selfira: Lyria... I'm sorry. I can't believe you were so worried about me.
Selfira: But thanks. It would be nice to be back where I came from and, you know, get my thoughts together.
Selfira: I'm so worried, but the thing is I don't even know what I'm worried about. My brain's all fuzzled.
Vyrn: Whew... sounds pretty serious. Our schedule's clear isn't it, (Captain)? Let's go see Ardin!
Portraying Feelings: Scene 2
Having returned home, a talk with Keehar helped Selfira shed light on why she was feeling so depressed. She also learned that she had the wrong impression of the Skyfaring Bards. And that, sometimes, it was important to open up to others. In the meantime, the party heard that some of the village children might have wandered into the monster's forest. They went off in search.
(Captain) and company made their way to Ardin, Selfira's village.
Keehar not in crew
Selfira: Grandpa... I'm home.
Keehar: Selfira? Home, are you? I've missed you quite a bit.
Keehar: Hmm? You look dead on your feet. Take yourself a seat. I'll put the kettle on.
Selfira: Yeah... Thanks, grandpa.
Selfira and Keehar sat happily across from one another, their piping hot cups of tea between them.
Keehar: Selfira, my dear. I want you to tell your grandpa what's been on your mind.
Keehar: You're an adult now, and I hesitate to stick my head in your affairs, but I am worried.
Keehar is a crew member
Selfira: Whew... It's good to be home. I should probably do some cleaning.
Keehar: That would do the place some good, yes. But first you'll get off your feet and have some tea.
Selfira: Right. I'll boil some tea. Could you wipe down the table, grandpa?
Keehar: Indeed I can! Whoa, there. We'll need to fetch some water first.
Selfira and Keehar sat amicably across from one another, their piping hot cups of tea between them.
Keehar: Selfira, my dear. It seems you've been in the depths of despair for quite a while now.
Keehar: Naturally, this has worried me. Allow me to share my concern.
Keehar: Now, I'll not ask you to say anything you don't want to, but sometimes simply talking can do you a world of good.
Selfira: I know this is gonna sound weird... but honestly, I'm not even sure what it is I'm worried about.
Selfira: What I do know is that it has something to do with the contest at the festival...
Selfira: Like how they invited me to get a bigger audience. That doesn't bother me so much, actually...
Selfira: I mean, I'm just some nobody. It was pretty great to get to play in front of such a large crowd...
Selfira: And that man with the monsters... It was pretty horrible what it did, but I kind of feel sorry for him.
Selfira: I'm having trouble hating anybody involved in it. But still, there's just something about it...
Keehar: Hrm... you did like your music even when you were a tyke. And you liked things to be cut and dry.
Selfira: You're right... music has always been my passion. It's like the only part of me that's stayed the same. Pretty sure that man is the same as me.
Selfira: But... seeing music used for something like that? It so heartbreaking, I swear...
Keehar: Indeed... It was his love that made him want to hurt others.
Selfira: Maybe if we'd met earlier... we probably could've been friends, you know? But I was so useless...
Keehar: That is a shame... but the day may come when we will be thankful you put an end to his folly.
Selfira: Maybe... It sure would be nice if it did. And I'd love the chance to talk music with him if it does.
Selfira: The folks in the village always told me how much they loved my playing. But I couldn't talk with them, you know?
Selfira: I was just hoping I could make friends with other musicians at the festival.
Selfira: I felt betrayed, to be honest. And I was so angry at that stupid committee for doing that to me. That's it.
Selfira: It was like the world fell out from under me when I found out. All they cared about was money! I mean, seriously?
Selfira: I bet Balaban is spinning in his grave! Next year I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut and bring home the grand prize!
Keehar: Dahahaha! That's the spirit! Bet that's a weight off your shoulders.
Selfira: Yeah, it is. Thanks for letting me vent, grandpa.
Keehar: Dahahaha! There's nothing a doting grandfather loves more than listening to his dear, dear granddaughter.
Selfira: Yeah... uh, grandpa? There's been something I've wanted to ask you for a long time now. Do you mind?
Keehar: Not in the least. You go right ahead.
Selfira: It... It's about grandmother. And her time with the Skyfaring Bards...
Selfira: When you sealed Jormungand, it was grandmother who took the final stand. And she was gravely injured, wasn't she?
Keehar: She was. It was the reason the retired from the Bards. Such a shame...
Selfira: And because of that, her songs lost a lot of their pep...
Selfira: But why would they drop her in Ardin? It wasn't even her home?
Selfira: All I could think of when I heard the story from mother is how cold you guys were.
Selfira: I mean, when Jormungand woke up... how could you help the offspring of people like that?
Keehar: Is that what's been bothering you? I think it may be possible that your mother got the wrong idea?
Selfira: The wrong idea?
Keehar: Yes. There was a reason why your grandmother stayed in Ardin. She loved the children here.
Selfira: Wait... what?! You're talking about grandmother, right?!
Keehar: Indeed. We wanted to take her with us. Maybe find her a cure. The decision to stay was her own.
Keehar: Dahahaha! I was young and full of passion. And ashamed to see such a thing.
Selfira: Mother did say that... grandmother was heartbroken and you... you comforted her.
Keehar: Anyway, that was all a long time ago. The details must have gotten mixed up along the way.
Selfira: Right. I guess mother only heard the old lady's side of the story...
Selfira: Oh, gosh! Oh, grandpa... I've been so terrible. And all over a misunderstanding...
Keehar: Hehe. Now do you see why it's important to talk to people? Sounds like you and me have to make some apologies!
Selfira: Yeah, thanks... whew...
Ardinian Woman: Excuse me. Have you seen my child? It's almost time for dinner, yet he's nowhere in sight.
Selfira: Ah, hello. Your son hasn't be around today...
Ardinian Woman: What?! He told me he was going to watch you play...
Selfira: I mean, he's been here before... but I haven't seen him today. He might be playing somewhere else.
Ardinian Woman: Wait... he's in the forest?! There's no reason why he, or any of the other children, should be there.
Keehar: What?! You know well how protective those monsters are of their children! Who knows what will happen if they're disturbed!
Selfira: Grandpa! We need to ask (Captain) for help! We need to find those kids!
Portraying Feelings: Scene 3
The children had made Selfira a garland to help soothe her broken heart. And now they were in the forest. It was refreshing to learn just how much they cherished her playing. She vowed that she would always be there to bring the gift of music to those around her.
Selfira: There! Over there!
Ardinian Boy: Ah! Miss Selfira!
Selfira: Stop it! What about the monsters? You should know better than to come out here!
Selfira: We do NOT play in the forest. Your mothers are having a fit!
Ardinian Girl: We're sorry, Miss Selfira...
Selfira: Well, as long as you're sorry. We need to get you home and let them know you're safe. C'mon. Let's get going.
Ardinian Boy: Oh no! W-wait just a minute! H-here! It's for you!
Selfira: What's this... a garland?
Ardinian Boy: Yeah. We, um... we made it! It's for you!
Ardinian Girl: You looked all sad when you came back. We just wanted to cheer you up.
Selfira: You came all the way to the forest just to make this for me?
Ardinian Boy: Of course. We forgot we weren't s'posed to be here, is all...
Selfira: Thank you. You did a great job. It's so beautiful.
Selfira: But coming here... If something happened to you, you'd never get to hear me play again. I don't want you doing anything so dangerous again.
Ardinian Girl: Yes, ma'am! We'll stay out of trouble! And I'll tell my mama sorry, too.
Selfira: Promise? I'm so glad you're safe.
The apologetic children were met with crushing hugs as they arrived back to the village.
Though they weren't allowed to go to the forest, Selfira thought it might be nice to hold a concert for them in the plaza.
Ardinian Girl: Wow! I don't know anyone who plays music as good as you, Miss Selfira!
Ardinian Boy: Yeah! Encore! Encoooore!
Selfira: Hehe... I guess I can just this once. I'm just happy you like it!
Selfira: (Seeing people smile when they hear me play... Is there anything better than that?)
Selfira: (I have a gift I can bring to people)
Selfira: (Wherever they may be...)
Finally free, the sweet sound of Selfira's playing could be heard from miles around.
Never one to change her mind, we can be sure she brought her beautiful music to people far and wide.