Oh! In the warm months we have shows sometimes. They’re stories about a long time ago… how the Kingdom was formed or where magic comes from. Is this like that?
[And so they can! There's a show about the gods, there's some folklore shows, there's depictions of the war itself, and even a show about Ranma and Fuu's rise to the throne. Kaori can take Nia to and from the theater, showing her other places or letting her stick around for any show she's curious about.]
[Kaori will take her to some little games and novelties they're running in the market then too! Bean bag throwing, darts, ring toss... there's some fun times around!
If they're near the theater when one of the plays is ongoing, it'll be easy to hear it outside the theater. She's... notably uncomfortable if they see/hear the end of the show about Ranma and Fuu's rise. Its unsettling to think about Fuu imprisoned again, even as the play turns her into a messiah kind of figure.
Its even more unsettling that they've started adapting the baby swap to these shows.]
[As they leave the range of the play, there might be some anti-fae sentiments starting to creep into the dialogue. Kaori talks louder as they walk, hoping she can't hear them.
But soon they'll be heading back towards the palace. With some prizes and snacks and such.]
They don’t hate you. They’re just hungry, and tired. The sun silent shine as warmly in the north, and the stone chips and flakes. It’s hard to grow crops or raise animals because of the harsh weather.
You would be frightened and hungry, in the same position. There must be a way to understand. We’re all more similar than anyone would think, this has to be a misunderstanding…
Like we aren't scared? Kidnapping princesses, our queen... can we even TRUST that Kaori is allied to US? Or that the real Kaori would have been? What kind of future leader are we going to HAVE?
If they can steal the princess... who else could they kidnap? What about my children...?
That isn’t fair! The princess grew up as one of you! She cares a great deal about everyone and doing her best to become a leader everyone can rely on!
She loves the queen more than anyone, and if you loved the queen at all, wouldn’t you trust her judgement?
Do you love your families any less, knowing it could be that they were accidentally switched? Do you really think love is so small?
[ Nia stands very straight, confident and, well, almost regal. ] I think you have never seen the conditions they live in while your kingdom prospers, and I think it’s a shame that you don’t trust the queen you say you love. The north welcomed many of your people fleeing from war, and if the actions of a few will color your view of them all, perhaps Sefiro is not as beautiful as I thought it was.
U forgot Leslie
I'm history's greatest monster
Truly.
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One of my tutors said that people have to tell the stories, or we'll forget what happened and repeat it.
[She thinks. It was kind of complicated and she was ignoring most of it.]
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Nia is interested in all of them, but she has a feeling that Kaori isn't as locked in. She's more than happy to follow her around like a duckling.]
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If they're near the theater when one of the plays is ongoing, it'll be easy to hear it outside the theater. She's... notably uncomfortable if they see/hear the end of the show about Ranma and Fuu's rise. Its unsettling to think about Fuu imprisoned again, even as the play turns her into a messiah kind of figure.
Its even more unsettling that they've started adapting the baby swap to these shows.]
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Nia tugs on her hands when she notices she's uncomfortable.] It's been quite the long day. Maybe we should return to your home?
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[She can hear a young actress playing the part of Catra now, singing about legacy and identity.]
...if there's time.
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[As they leave the range of the play, there might be some anti-fae sentiments starting to creep into the dialogue. Kaori talks louder as they walk, hoping she can't hear them.
But soon they'll be heading back towards the palace. With some prizes and snacks and such.]
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... Do you really think all the fae are bad? [She's saying it to someone she heard shit talking.]
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They tried to kill our queen! Don't tell me you're some Nerima twerp...
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Do you really think everyone in the north wished to harm her?
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Nia, we need to get moving... [She's tugging a little harder. An undercover guard nearby looks anxious.]
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You would be frightened and hungry, in the same position. There must be a way to understand. We’re all more similar than anyone would think, this has to be a misunderstanding…
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If they can steal the princess... who else could they kidnap? What about my children...?
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She loves the queen more than anyone, and if you loved the queen at all, wouldn’t you trust her judgement?
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Why are you so defensive, anyway? Are YOU a fae lover?
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[ Nia stands very straight, confident and, well, almost regal. ] I think you have never seen the conditions they live in while your kingdom prospers, and I think it’s a shame that you don’t trust the queen you say you love. The north welcomed many of your people fleeing from war, and if the actions of a few will color your view of them all, perhaps Sefiro is not as beautiful as I thought it was.
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