Ewan & Dozla

C Support

Dozla: Hello, laddie.
Ewan: Oh, hi! Uh…
Dozla: Gwah ha ha! The name’s Dozla.
Ewan: I’m Ewan. It’s nice to meet you, Dozla, sir!
Dozla: Aren’t you a little bundle of energy? I bet you’re a regular troublemaker. So, what were you so lost in thought over? You having any problems?
Ewan: Nope, nothing. I don’t have any problems. I was thinking of something interesting. You want to hear about it?
Dozla: Sure. Tell me everything.
Ewan: Well, I was thinking of how much fun it would be if I could do something…
Dozla: Uh-huh.
Ewan: Some battlegrounds are full of plants and stuff, but others are dreary and dead.
Dozla: Yeah.
Ewan: If a place like that were suddenly filled with beautiful colors, it’d be neat, right? Like if it could suddenly become a flower garden?
Dozla: Ho ho, a battleground becoming a lovely flower garden? Aye, that would be nice. It would help heal the hearts and minds of the soldiers. But how would you do it? Do you have some sort of magical powers or something?
Ewan: Yeah, I do, but I’ve decided that wouldn’t be the best way. If I did that, people would be more impressed by the magic than by the flowers. I think it would be better to make it something that anyone could do and enjoy.
Dozla: Oh… It’s all too difficult for me to follow, but it sure sounds like a nice dream. If you could pull it off, I’m sure people would really enjoy it.
Ewan: Ha ha… I haven’t really thought much about how I would do it. I was just thinking how nice it would be, that’s all.
Dozla: Gwah ha ha! That’s fine. That’s what young people are supposed to do. Many great things come from the daydreams of youth.
Ewan: Really? Do you think so? All right! I like you, mister.
Dozla: Gwah ha ha! Is that so?
Ewan: Yep. And I’m going to call you Uncle Dozla from now on! It’s about time for me to get going. I’ll talk to you later, Uncle Dozla!
Dozla: All right, laddie! Till next time!

B Support

Dozla: Ho, laddie.
Ewan: Uncle Dozla!
Dozla: So, you’re in high spirits today?
Ewan: Yep! I’m always in high spirits. How about you, Uncle?
Dozla: Oh, I’m doing as well as can be expected. I’m a bit tired, actually. I’m a bit closer to the ground than everyone else, so my legs tire easily. Gwah ha! It would be nice if there were an easier way to move around, wouldn’t it?
Ewan: Oh, that reminds me. I’ve been thinking of something. Do you want to hear about it?
Dozla: What’s this? Have you come up with yet another fabulous idea?
Ewan: Yep!
Dozla: Well, what is it?
Ewan: Coaches! You’re familiar with coaches, right?
Dozla: Uh-huh.
Ewan: And we’ve got a coach in our convoy because it can carry people and supplies.
Dozla: Yeah, they’re useful enough. They’re nice if you’re traveling far with wounded men, children, and whatnot. But without roads, they’re almost useless, and forget about dense forests. Oh, and they can be quite vulnerable in a battle. Not very useful at all, really.
Ewan: Exactly! So I was thinking about coaches that could travel in the air…
Dozla: What’s that? Are you talking about using pegasus knights?
Ewan: That’s what I was thinking at first. But you know, that probably wouldn’t work. I mean, a pegasus can get mighty picky about who it lets ride him, right? I haven’t really thought about how to actually make a flying coach, but… But wouldn’t it be amazing if one really existed? It would be fast, and all that stuff like bad roads and forests wouldn’t matter!
Dozla: Ho ho ho ho!
Ewan: And even if people lived far apart, they could visit one another quickly! What do you think?
Dozla: Gwah ha ha! It’s fantastic! And it would be useful, that’s for sure! Sounds like fun, too. I’d sure love to ride about in a flying coach. Think about it–the land spread out below, glittering dawn skies…and the wind! Ah, it all sounds like a dream.
Ewan: I hope it becomes reality someday.
Dozla: Me, too. I like the way your mind works, laddie. Let’s talk more later.
Ewan: Yep!

A Support

Ewan: Ah, Uncle Dozla. Listen to this, will you? I’ve been thinking about something new.
Dozla: Ooh, I can hardly wait.
Ewan: Imagine people far away from each other talking.
Dozla: Far away? You mean, like, if you and I were maybe…100 paces apart?
Ewan: Nope. Farther than that.
Dozla: All right, 1,000 paces!
Ewan: Not even close. Farther still!
Dozla: 10,000 paces? You must be kidding.
Ewan: No, I’m not. And even farther than that! For example… What if one person were in Frelia, and the other person were in Rausten?
Dozla: What?!
Ewan: That’s right! Anyone you could think of, you could talk to. I read about magical devices that could do the same thing, but… Wouldn’t it be better if anyone could do it, and not just mages?
Dozla: Impressive! I think I see it… People could send and receive important messages instantly, is that it?
Ewan: No, even better than that! I’m not talking about just sending messages back and forth. I mean like if they could talk, just like you and I are now! We wouldn’t need messengers at all! It would all happen instantly!
Dozla: I just can’t wrap my head around this one, laddie. It’s too much for me.
Ewan: Great, isn’t it? You could contact your people in Rausten from anywhere, at any time!
Dozla: My, oh my… You’ve got quite an imagination, don’t you? The things you come up with always surprise me, laddie.
Ewan: Ha ha ha. I used to get in trouble for always thinking up these outlandish things.
Dozla: Gwah ha ha! That’s a shame, laddie. After all, I’m sure a lot of the things we have now seemed outlandish once. If nobody dreamed, nothing new would ever be created, would it?
Ewan: Uncle Dozla… You always have time to listen to my ideas, Uncle. It makes me really happy.
Dozla: It’s always worth the time to listen to you youngsters and your ideas. It’s sad, but I know people who are so busy that they’ve no time to spare. But me, I’ve got time. As you know, I’m one of Princess L’Arachel’s men. I’m not the brightest fellow around, so she doesn’t give me a lot to do. But that gives me lots of free time, and I’m always happy to spend it with you.
Ewan: Thank you. I think you’re the best, Uncle Dozla!
Dozla: Gwah ha ha! What a nice thing to say. And I think you’re the best, laddie. I think when you’re fully grown, you’re going to be a great and interesting man.
Ewan: Do you really think so?
Dozla: I do. It’s that sparkle in your eyes that convinces me.
Ewan: Yahoo! Ha ha ha.
Dozla: I’m looking forward to the day when I see one of your ideas made reality.
Ewan: And that day will surely come. It’s weird…but there are times when I can almost picture a world like that.
Dozla: Gwah ha ha! Now that would be something. I’ll have to make sure I live long enough to see it.
Ewan: Yep! And you’ll have to stay my friend, too!
Dozla: Well, of course!