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Island Fever Musician
The musician Selfira enjoys listening to Lyria talk about the crew's journey, so they invite her to join. However, the height at which the airship flies scares her, so she distracts herself by singing.
(Captain) and company visit a village suffering from monster attacks and agree to hunt down the monsters.
Selfira, a musician who lives in the village, offers to help (Captain) and company, so they decide to work together.
Vyrn: We did it! I doubt there are many monsters around here now!
Selfira: Given how many we defeated, you're probably right... I have to say, you people are quite strong. Thank you so much.
Selfira: Do you skyfarers always hunt monsters?
Lyria: No, we do all kinds of other work too! Sometimes we even deliver packages.
Selfira: I see. Well, since you visit so many places, I imagine you must receive all kinds of requests.
Selfira: A skyfarer's journey must be challenging, but I bet it's fun. Say, could you tell me about your adventures?
Lyria: Sure! There's so much to talk about that I don't even know where to start!
Selfira: Hee-hee. I was so absorbed in your stories that I didn't realize we made it back to the village. Time flies while you're having fun.
Vyrn: Say, Selfira, you sure listened hard. Are you a fan of traveling or something?
Selfira: Well, I do like stories about traveling. My grandpa was a skyfarer back in his day, and he often told me about his adventures...
Selfira: But I've never actually traveled myself, so I don't know if I'm a fan. I've never once left this island.
Selfira: I know the experience of traveling would help polish my skills as a musician, but I just haven't had the opportunity yet.
Lyria: Really? Then why don't you travel with us?
Selfira: What? You make it sound as easy as going for a walk or something...
Selfira: But maybe you're right. Your arrival on this island might just be the perfect chance for me.
Selfira: Hey, (Captain). If you don't mind, could you take me with you?
Choose: Of course.
- Of course.
- It's not all fun and games, you know.
Selfira: Thank you. You're very kind, (Captain).
Selfira: I'm new to traveling, so I'm not sure how much help I'll be, but I'll do what I can.Choose: It's not all fun and games, you know.
Selfira: Yeah, I'm sure there will be plenty of hard times.
Selfira: I'll try not to cause any trouble. I am in fact the granddaughter of a skyfarer, so I'll show you what I'm made of!Continue 1
Selfira: I know we've been hunting monsters together, but I'll say it again: I look forward to working with you.
Thus Selfira joins the crew. But there's a bit of a problem...
Lyria: Hey, are you all right? You're as white as a sheet!
Selfira: I-I'm fine, Lyria. Don't worry.
Selfira: This is just my first time on an airship, and it's awfully high up!
Vyrn: Heh-heh. No need to hide it! If you're scared, just admit it!
Selfira: N-nonsense! I'm a member of a crew now, and we skyfarers are not afraid of flying!
Vyrn: Ha-ha! Don't bite my head off! Nobody's gonna judge you your first time.
Selfira: You're not? Say, would you mind if I sang a little song to take my mind off things? If I focus on something else, I can forget about my fear.
Vyrn: Go for it! If it'll make you feel better, then sing your heart out.
Selfira: Thank you. I'm sure I'll get used to flying eventually. So just go easy on me for now.
Lyria: Wow! What a lovely song!
Vyrn: Ha-ha! If your fear makes you sing like that, be afraid as long as you want!
Selfira has taken her first steps out into the world. Her melodies will travel further with the crew than she could ever imagine.
To Whom I Love
Selfira is thinking about giving a gift to her grandfather as a token of her appreciation. She asks Lyria for advice on what to choose.
Selfira stands on the airship deck, sighing as she gazes at the sky.
Selfira: Sigh... What am I supposed to do about this?
Selfira: There must be something that would work... Oh, can't you help me?
Lyria: We have trouble, (Captain)! Oh, there you are, Selfi—
Selfira: Sigh... Grandad...
Selfira: Wha? Were you listening?
Lyria: Um... I didn't hear you sighing seductively as you looked all wistful! Nope, not me!
Selfira: You were totally listening in! Hey! Get back here!
Lyria: Um... I don't know what you two were up to, but I'm sure you know what you're doing! Right, (Captain)?
Selfira: Sigh... You totally have the wrong idea.
Lyria: Then what were you up to?
Selfira: I'm grateful to my grandfather for always being there for me.
Selfira: So I want to give him a gift for everything he's done, but I have no idea what to give...
Lyria: I see... So that's why you were sighing.
Selfira: That's right... Oh, but don't tell anyone I was worrying about it. I want to surprise him.
Lyria: Hee-hee... It'll be a secret among you, me, and (Captain).
Selfira: That wasn't my intention, but I guess I don't have a choice.
Lyria: Then let us help! Right, (Captain)?
Lyria: I'm sure we can come up with better ideas if we all brainstorm together!
Selfira: Yes... You do have a point.
Lyria: Yep! Now let's come up with a few ideas...
What's with this shaking? What's going on?
Lyria: Oh! Now that you mention it...
Vyrn: There you are, Lyria! I thought I told you to get everyone to help with these monsters!
Lyria: I'm so sorry!
Selfira: I don't know what goes on in that head of yours sometimes... Let's go, (Captain). We have to fend them off!
To Whom I Love: Scene 2
While Selfira is picking a gift for her grandfather with (Captain) and the others, a villager tells them that monsters are attacking. They abandon the gift shopping and head out to deal with the problem.
Lyria: Wow! Hey, Selfira! What do you think of this?
Selfira: You know, you keep recommending food...
Selfira: But you wouldn't be doing that just because you want it, right?
(Captain), Selfira, and Lyria have snuck out to look for a gift at a village they've landed at.
Lyria: Hee-hee... Of course not! Everybody loves food! Isn't that right, (Captain)?
Selfira: Maybe, but Grandad was saying he eats a lot less in his old age.
Lyria: That's okay! I'm sure he'd make an exception for a gift from you!
Selfira: You think? You might be right, but still...
Villager: Help me! You guys are skyfarers, right? Some monsters from outside the village are coming this way!
Selfira: Looks like this is no time for gift shopping.
Selfira: We have to help everyone fight the monsters, (Captain)!
To Whom I Love: Scene 3
After a performance by Selfira, the crew leaves the village. Lyria is upset that they couldn't buy a gift for Selfira's grandfather, but Selfira decides to give him the gift of music instead.
Villager: Thank you! Good thing you skyfarers were in the village.
Selfira: Don't worry about it. We only did what was right.
Villager: It might seem weird to compliment your fighting like this, but that was a wonderful performance!
Villager: Um... I know it's a lot to ask, but would you perhaps be willing to perform for us one more time?
Lyria: Hee-hee... You heard them! What do you think, Selfira?
Selfira: If my music can bring any peace to your hearts, I'd be happy to.
Vyrn: Heh-heh! What happened here was awful, but at least the villagers get a musical gift out of the deal!
After Selfira's well-received performance, the crew leaves the village, much to the regret of everyone there.
Lyria: Aw... We couldn't buy a gift after all...
Selfira: Don't worry, Lyria. Besides, I've decided to give something else to my grandpa.
Lyria: Huh? What do you mean?
Selfira: Hee-hee... I think Grandad would like this better anyway.
Selfira: You see, there's a certain melody that both of us cherish.
Selfira punctuates her words with a satisfied smile.
She will continue honing her musical skills until the day comes when she will give her gift.
Echo into Eternity
A letter had arrived for Selfira. The letter turned out to be an invitation to a music festival held by a group of skyfaring bards. Her accomplishments as a musician few, Selfira was hesitant, but Vyrn insisted she join, saying it would be a great experience.
Their mission complete, (Captain) and company turned back toward the ship. But Charlotta called out.
Sierokarte: Hold on just the teensiest second. I've been holding onto a letter for you, Selfira. You lucky duck!
A letter... for me? Maybe it's from grandpa.
A letter... for me? I wonder who it's from?
Sierokarte: Aaand here you are! Don't drop it!
Selfira: Thanks, Siero. Hmmm... "Balaban Jamboree Committee"?
Balaban... oh! He was a friend of my grandmother's... one of the bards!
Selfira: The legendary Skyfaring Bards... why'd they send a letter to me and not grandpa...
Hmm? Balaban? It's nice to hear that name again! He was one of the legendary Skyfaring Bards.
Selfira: The legendary Skyfaring Bards... why'd they send a letter to me and not grandpa...
Selfira opened the letter in front of the crew and began to read it aloud.
Vyrn: Hrm... so this Balaban guy's kicked the bucket.
Selfira: Yeah. It says they're holding a festival in his name to honor his achievements.
Selfira: And at the festival they're gonna have a contest. And they want me to join... and that's about it.
Lyria: That's incredible! They must think pretty highly of you to invite you, Selfira!
Vyrn: Yeah! Get in there and kick yourself some serious butt!
Lyria: What's wrong? Selfira?
Selfira: I... I'm sorry. I was just thinking... I mean, I'm glad they picked me and all...
Selfira: But I haven't really done much performing. I've got nothing to show. I don't know if I can accept their invitation...
Vyrn: Hey, now... show some guts! This could be your big chance!
Vyrn: Nothing to show? Then get in there and make something!
Selfira: You... you're right. Nothing comes of being afraid.
Selfira: My grandpa always said, "You have to have experience to get it. " That's it. I'm joining that contest!
Dahahaha! Truer words were never spoken! We're young, Selfira! Let us have some fun!
Lyria: Break a leg, Selfira! We'll be cheering you on! Right, (Captain)?
And so (Captain) and company turned to the island where the Balaban Jamboree was being held.
Echo into Eternity: Scene 2
The contest began. Nervous though Selfira was, her performance brought down the house. A winner was chosen, but their performance hardly qualified as memorable. Just as they were considering Selfira for the prize, monsters appeared in the hall.
Selfira: Well, I guess I'll be heading backstage.
Lyria: Yeah! We'll be rooting for you in the audience.
Selfira: Thanks, guys. I'll do my best.
Vyrn: Yeah, she did look a little edgy. You okay?
Lyria: Don't worry! This is Selfira we're talking about! Oh! It's starting!
The contest began. One by one, the performers made their way to the stage. Each one seemed better than the last.
Lyria: Wow...! They're all so good! Who was that before the last one? I liked them!
Vyrn: Yeah! No wonder they got picked. But I gotta say, Selfira's way better than this guy.
(Captain) and company had a great time talking about the songs. Finally, it was Selfira's turn.
Lyria: Wow...! I've never seen you play so well!
As Selfira finished, the hall exploded with thunderous applause.
Selfira: Whew... I'm back!
Lyria: Hehe... great job, Selfira! You were absolutely wonderful!
Selfira: Really? I'm glad to hear that. I'm pooped... you guys have no idea how nervous I was out there...
Vyrn: Get yourself some water and take a load off for a second! They said they're gonna announce the winner soon.
Selfira: Thanks, Vyrn. I'll take that water. Wonder who's gonna get the grand prize?
The award ceremony began. (Captain) and company sat with their fingers crossed.
Awards were doled out one by one, and finally it came time for the grand prize to be announced...
Vyrn: ... er, guys? Is it just me, or were they kinda... mediocre?
Lyria: Hm... I don't really remember, to be honest. What do you think, Selfira?
Selfira: It's... uh, unexpected, I guess? But it's probably just something I missed.
Selfira: What was it, I wonder? Music's a lot more complicated than I thought!
The discussion over Selfira was a heated one. As the judges deliberated, a scream shattered the tension of the hall.
Woman: Aaaaah! M-m-monsters!
Selfira: ?! What are they doing here?!
Selfira: People are gonna get hurt! Give me a hand, (Captain). We're gonna get these monsters outta here!
Echo into Eternity: Scene 3
The man who summoned the monsters was a former musician. According to him, the winner was chosen by connections and greased palms. Selfira had only been invited to help bring in an audience. Knowing the truth, a chill ran through Selfira, and the weight of something she couldn't quite put her finger on settled in her chest.
Selfira: You! You're with these monsters? You're the one behind this, aren't you?!
Man: Ack! You're here just in time!
Selfira: You're the one who stopped the contest, aren't you?! What if somebody got hurt?!
Man: Damn... this contest, this festival, those swaggering buffoons in the committee. I should've ground them all to dust!
Selfira: This is unforgivable. Of all people, you chose to attack those who love music the most! For you to think you could hurt them...
Man: Ahaha! You sound just like the old me. So bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!
Man: Ah, but it's not your fault. We have some time before the guards get here. Let's talk. I was once a musician, too.
Selfira was still struggling to take in the grisly spectacle as the man began to talk, his voice thick with loathing.
This man had once been a contestant himself, a contest in which the prizes were paid for with pulled strings and the jangle of coins.
His attempt to set the committee straight was not well received. The man ended up booed off the stage.
Man: Sigh... I'm tired, you know. I learned how to control monsters so I could put an end to this little contest, but...
Man: Then you came. I heard you're related to one of the Skyfaring Bards of legend. And you were great.
Man: Not that this so-called committee could tell. They just used the name to bring people in.
Guards came to collect the man. He put up no resistance.
Lyria: Oh, Selfira... I don't know what to say...
Committee Member: My goodness! Selfira. Skyfarers. I've been searching for you. You sure did take care of that ruffian...
Selfira: Sorry, (Captain). I'm not feeling too hot... I'm just gonna go back to the ship...
Vyrn: Wait up, Selfira! She really didn't look good. We need to head back!
Selfira: Sorry for leaving without you, guys.
Lyria: No, no... we were just shocked. I think I understand how you feel, Selfira...
Selfira: I just don't know what to say... It's like, I know what he did was bad and all...
Selfira: But... hearing him talk, I just couldn't think of him as a bad person...
Selfira: And... you know, fixing a contest? That's really, just... not good...
Selfira: I just feel... down about it all...
Vyrn: It's such a bummer... you really gave it your all, too...
Selfira: I'm fine, really. And I'm so sorry, guys... I don't know if words are enough, though...
Lyria: Um... well I thought you gave a spectacular performance, Selfira!
Vyrn: Yeah! You don't need to get yourself in a funk over guys like that!
Vyrn: Hey! How about you play us another song! C'mon!
Though Selfira took up her instrument, she remained stock still. And after a long while...
Selfira: Sorry, guys. I just don't feel like playing right now.
Selfira: I wanted to be a real musician for so long. But I just couldn't make the cut.
Lyria: Oh, Selfira...
Selfira felt a spark of hope. The entire contest had been thrilling, but for this to happen to her of all people...
Perhaps she could finally sweep away the unspoken fog in her heart.
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.
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.
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.
Two Color Tones
Selfira had attempted to strike up a conversation with Mimlemel only to find herself talking to a cloud of dust. Selfira was quite worried she’d done something to offend the girl, but Mimlemel assured her that was not the case. Mimlemel simply wasn’t the greatest of speakers. She didn’t feel confident enough to answer questions, so she chose to run. But Selfira knew a much better way to get to know someone. She began to play. Mimlemel joined in enthusiastically. Their impromptu concert was a joy to hear.
It was a day without any particularly urgent business. The Grandcypher stayed anchored as time slipped lazily by.
Selfira had found Mimlemel. Not wanting to scare her away again, she practically tiptoed over before she spoke.
Selfira: Hi, Mim. Do you have a minute? I was wondering if we could talk...
Mimlemel: Doodle doot doot!
Lyria: Wh-what's wrong?! I just saw Mim running away. She looked like someone gave her the ghost...
Selfira: Yeah... I’m not sure why, myself.
Selfira: I just though, you know, we’re both musicians. We might have something to talk about...
Mimlemel seemed to be in the habit of running away every time Selfira tried to talk to her.
Vyrn: What’s the deal? You and Mim, I mean. You two not getting along?
Selfira: I suppose not... I don’t think I’ve done anything to offend her...
Selfira: But maybe I did and I just didn’t notice...
Mimlemel: No way... you didn’t do anything wrong, I mean...
Vyrn: Wha?! H-how long’ve you been standing there...
Selfira: Oh... so why? I mean...
Vyrn: Hey! Wait! ... what was that all about?
Lyria: H-hey! Aren’t you going to go after her? You can’t just leave her like this!
Selfira: Fine, fine... you’re right. I need to find out why she feels like she has to apologize!
Selfira decides to track down Mimlemel, with (Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn tagging along.
Word was that she’d left the Grandcypher and headed into the nearby wood. The party decides to follow.
Lyria: There she is! Mim! Is this where you’ve been hiding?
Mimlemel: What the... how far’re you gonna follow me...
Selfira: Hey, Mim... I just want to know, okay? Why do you keep running away from me?
Selfira: I don’t know what it is I did, but I’ll fix it, I swear...
Mimlemel: I said it’s not you, Selfira...
Mimlemel: I... I’m just bad at all that talking stuff.
Mimlemel: Sorry, it’s just... people ask me questions and I got no idea how to answer.
Selfira: Oh... so that’s why...
Selfira: Hehe... you know, there’s more than one way to get to know somebody.
And so, softly at first, Selfira began to play.
Mimlemel: A dwee doot!
Mimlemel high harmony intertwined with Selfira’s melody, their song spreading through the forest.
Lyria: That was amazing! You two play so well together!
Vyrn: Yeah! That’s what I call music! Right, (Captain)!
Forest Critters: ...!
Vyrn: Wha?! What’s with the impromptu meeting?!
Mimlemel: Tweedledeedledee! Don’t worry. Happens all the time.
Lyria: Haha... ha... happens all the time, you say...
Selfira: Hehe... you’re chock full of mystery aren’t you, Mim.
Mimlemel: A dwee doot!
Her only reply was a sweet whistle that danced from tree to tree.
Though she made a fine accompanist, there was still quite a bit of work to do in cracking the mystery of Mimlemel.