Fates Supports/Avatar(F) Mitama(PC)
C Support
Avatar: Mitama! Don't pretend you're asleep!
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Mitama: Hmmm?
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Avatar: Come out, Mitama! It's time for the war council. You can't keep yourself in there forever!
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Mitama: Please apologize / Tell them I am feeling ill / I'll come tomorrow.
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Avatar: That's what you said yesterday. And the day before that! You need to attend at least one of these things to see how they work.
Mitama: Please, honored Mother / I do not want to learn this / I will not like it. Also, I am really tired and will fall asleep at the table.
Avatar: You wouldn't be so tired if you didn't stay up all night reading your favorite poets. Where in the world did you learn your love of poetry, anyway?
Mitama: The answer is clear / A gift from Father did it / A brush and paper... As soon as I could write in flowing text, my love for poems blossomed.
Avatar: That doesn't really explain it. You can do a lot with a pen and ink. You could have learned to draw or taken up prose... What drew you to poetry?
Mitama: Am I mistaken? / Is there more than just haiku? / Maybe more poems?
Avatar: Something must have happened along the way to spark your interest in them...
Mitama: Perhaps we can learn / Explore this situation / Mother and daughter.
Avatar: I'd love to! Let's see—where would be the best place to start...? No! We don't have time for this! Nice try, my daughter. But we're going to that meeting. I want you ready to go when I open this door.
Mitama: My ruse discovered / I have no choice but to go / It was worth a shot.
B Support
Avatar: Mitama? Are you there buried somewhere in all these papers?
Mitama: Ah, hello, Mother. Here lies my new goal / My very first poem hides / I must search this mess.
Avatar: Is that what you're doing? Trying to find the first poem you ever wrote?
Mitama: I speak in verse now / It was not always the case / In the past, the cause.
Avatar: And you think you'll discover the reason why you started in these old poems?
Mitama: Many days have passed / The answer remains hidden / My eyes grow weary. If I find my first poem, I'll be able to figure out what was going on in my life then. Ah! An old, tattered scrap / This page could be what I sought / It's my first poem.
Avatar: Oh! Well spotted. Would you mind reading it to me?
Mitama: Yet more days alone / Mother is late to visit / I feel my heart break.
Avatar: Oh dear. Not the thrill of discovery I was hoping for... I'm so sorry, Mitama.
Mitama: You'd gotten very busy, and my caretakers told me you couldn't come to visit. I remember now, I started writing poems to entertain myself while you were gone. Left waiting for you / My world turned inward to verse / Structure to sorrow.
Avatar: I never realized before how lonely you must have been in those days. I wish I could make it up to you somehow...
Mitama: No need to feel bad / Your reasons were with merit / The world needed you. I didn't know it then, but you were busy fighting to keep me safe.
Avatar: That's generous of you, but all the same... I'm sorry you went through that. Still, it doesn't get us any closer to finding out why you took up poetry in particular. Hmm...perhaps we should ask your caretakers in the Deeprealm.
Mitama: More clues to my past / Hidden in old memories / The search continues. Yes, I think I shall write to them and see if they can remember anything.
Avatar: There's an idea. Though I'd be happy to write the letter for you. It might get our point across less... cryptically.
A Support
Avatar: I don't understand... This doesn't make any sense!
Mitama: Mother, did you receive an answer from my caretakers? Please let me hear it / Perhaps the source is revealed / The search now bears fruit.
Avatar: As strange as this may sound... your caretakers have indicated that it was I who set you down the path of poetry.
Mitama: This does not make sense / Poetry is not your love / Why would they claim such?
Avatar: That was my initial thought as well. But then I considered it some more. Your caretakers did say that you would often imitate me for days after my visits. And on one such occasion, you took to mimicking the words of a song I sang you. They say that you begged everyone around to teach you how to write words like that.
Mitama: Like objects in mist / These memories are hazy / But they could be real.
Avatar: In that particular Deeprealm, the primary form of poetry was haiku. So they gave you volume after volume of the stuff, which you devoured.
Mitama: These books a lifeline / They consumed every moment / A strong influence. But how could I mistake song for poetry?
Avatar: Well, you were young. The relevance of the melody may not have occurred to you.
Mitama: I...I remember now! Buried out of sight / A warm memory revealed / A smile now blossoms.
Azura: You wanted to know the words, so I taught them to you. When you repeated them without the tune, your caretakers thought it was a poem. So they taught you all they could about poetry, and here we are.
Mitama: A simple mistake / Like ripples on a still lake / Echoes across life. It all makes much more sense now. Heeheehee, so it is your fault that I'm so in love with poetry and verse. Revealed as the source / Do you stop what you started? / It isn't so bad.
Avatar: Indeed not. I'm glad that we got to the bottom of this together.
Mitama: Poetry or song / Mother and daughter allied / A bond unbroken.
Avatar: I much prefer your latest effort to your first... Thank you, Mitama.
