Neimi: Whoa… That’s beautiful! Your armor, I mean. It’s so shiny.
Amelia: Th-thanks. Ah… Er…
Neimi: I’m Neimi.
Amelia: Oh, my name is Amelia. Nice to meet you, miss.
Neimi: Miss? Oh, no. I’m just Neimi. It’s nice to meet you, too.
Amelia: All right, Neimi it is.
Neimi: Anyway, your armor really is lovely. That color reminds me of the michew berries that grow in my hometown.
Amelia: Oh, I’ve had michew berries before! They’re really shiny, and they’re sweet and a little tart when you eat them. I just love them in pies…
Neimi: Oh, I know! I didn’t think they grew anywhere else. They’re so yummy!
Amelia: Tell you what: if we come across any in the field, let’s stop and pick them.
Neimi: That sounds like a good idea.
Amelia: Maybe we can use some of the supplies to bake some michew pies for everyone. One bite, and they’ll forget all about their exhaustion.
Neimi: I agree. I’ll keep my eyes peeled, and if I see any, I’ll pick some for you.
Amelia: Ha ha! That’s great! Now we’ve got something to look forward to, hm? Oh, we’d better get back to the battle.
Neimi: Aw… All right, Amelia. But let’s talk some more again.
Amelia: Oh, you bet! I’m really glad I met you, Neimi.
Neimi: Me too, Amelia.
Neimi: Amelia, can I ask you a question? Why did you become a soldier?
Amelia: Hm? Well… It’s… I wanted…to become strong.
Neimi: Strong? What do you mean?
Amelia: All my life, I’ve felt helpless, like I needed someone to defend me. I didn’t want to feel like that anymore. But what about you, Neimi? What are you fighting for?
Neimi: I’m not really sure how I wound up getting involved in this whole war. It just…sorta turned out that way, you know?
Amelia: It doesn’t matter how you wound up here. Your skill with the bow is amazing, Neimi. I’m not sure how to put this, but… You seem more battle ready than most of the trained soldiers I’ve met.
Neimi: Hmm mm mm… Thanks. My grandpa taught me everything I know.
Neimi: We used to go hunting together when I was little… Oh! That reminds me! I used to have a pet fox, a little kit I found out hunting one day.
Amelia: Wow! A fox kit? I’ve never seen one before. Was it cute?
Neimi: He was adorable! So small, and he had such soft and fluffy fur. It was so cute watching him try to run his fastest on those short little legs.
Amelia: Tee hee.
Neimi: What about you? Did you ever have any pets?
Amelia: Me? Well, I don’t– Oh! I did! I used to have a little pet bird.
Neimi: Oh, what kind?
Amelia: Hm. Well, she had beautiful feathers, I remember that. They were all blue and yellow and orange. She used to sing to me.
Neimi: She was a songbird? That sounds nice.
Amelia: It was. Whenever I felt lonely, she would sing her song to cheer me up. I let her go when I left my village and joined Grado’s army.
Neimi: That’s so sad… I think I’d like to get another pet when this war is all over.
Neimi: Definitely. You should get one, too. Once this war is over, I mean. When everything is at peace again, we should each get a pet.
Amelia: That sounds great! And then we can have our pets visit one another.
Neimi: I’d like that.
Amelia: Me, too.
Amelia: I just noticed something, Neimi. There are a lot of female soldiers traveling with us, aren’t there?
Neimi: You know, you’re right!
Amelia: It’s nice to see. It wasn’t like that in Grado’s army. It makes me feel much more at ease.
Neimi: I was really nervous when I started up, but then I spoke more with the princess…
Amelia: I’ve started noticing that some of the women are getting…friendly with the men. I thought it was, you know, just the camaraderie of the field or whatever. But I’m starting to think that’s not the case, if you know what I mean. I’m starting to think maybe it’s something else entirely.
Neimi: Hee hee hee… So, um… Is there any boy you like?
Amelia: Hm? Why do you ask? Or…is it that you have someone YOU like?
Neimi: I do. He’s someone who’s always watched over me, stood by my side. He used to make me cry, but I…I love him.
Amelia: That’s amazing! You know, I’m a little jealous of you… Have you told him how you feel?
Amelia: Well, you have to tell him! I’m sure he likes you, too, Neimi.
Neimi: I will. Someday. Not today. But someday, I will.
Amelia: There you go.
Neimi: But you never answered my question!
Amelia: What, me? I…er… I honestly never really spoke to any of the men in Grado’s army.
Neimi: But you’re not in Grado’s army anymore! What about now?
Amelia: Huh? Oh, er, well… I’m…not so sure…
Neimi: Ha! You do, don’t you!
Amelia: Uh… Mm-hm…
Neimi: Don’t worry. I’m sure he likes you, Amelia.
Amelia: Why do you say that?
Neimi: Well, you’re so… You’re so cute, and you’re so nice. How could anyone NOT like you?
Amelia: Neimi… Thanks. That’s really sweet of you. I’m happy to hear you say that!
Neimi: Be sure you tell him how you feel!
Amelia: You, too! I’m not the only one suffering here!
Neimi: Hee hee hee. All right. We’re in this together!