A World of Beauty and Horror
Mordecai: ......
Meene: ......
Mordecai: ......
Meene: Er, Ilia? Did I perhaps do something to offend Mordecai?
Ilia: I don't think so. Why do you ask?
Meene: Because lately he has been very busy simply...staring at me.
Ilia: Well, let's ask him. ...Hey! Mordecai!
Ilia: Why are you watching Meene, bud?
Mordecai: Because she is pretty.
Meene: What?!
Ilia: Do, uh...do you have a thing for her?
Mordecai: Meene's wings are very pretty. I want to look at them all the time.
Ilia: Oh, THAT'S what you meant. Whew! I thought you had a crush or something.
Mordecai: Crush?
Ilia: Actually, don't worry about it. Do you like pretty things, Mordecai?
Mordecai: Oh, yes. Meene, can I take off your wings so I can see them more closely?
Meene: My wings are NOT removable!
Mordecai: Oh. Then can Ilia make faerie wings with alchemy?
Ilia: Hmmm... Synthesizing faerie wings sounds like an interesting challenge, honestly. Mind if I look into it, Meene?
Meene: Don't YOU start in with the crazy talk!
Ilia: Ha ha ha! Sorry. I was only kidding.
Ilia: You know, Mordecai, there are lots of pretty things besides faerie wings.
Mordecai: Really?!
Ilia: Really. Here, lemme show you. Come with me, everybody!
Mordecai: Wow!
Ilia: Yeah, this lake is one of my favorite hang-out spots. Super pretty, right?
Meene: A lakeside picnic is a wonderful idea!
Zethia: It truly is gorgeous here.
Mordecai: Does water always light up like this?
Ilia: That isn't the water lighting up, actually: It's sunlight reflecting on the surface.
Mordecai: Reflecting...
Ilia: That's right. When light touches a surface, it bounces and scatters in a bunch of different directions.
Ilia: And THAT is what makes this scene so beautiful! Pretty cool stuff, huh?
Mordecai: Ah! Ilia! Was that a faerie in the sky?
Ilia: In the sky...? Oh! No, that wasn't a faerie. That's an animal called a bird.
Mordecai: Birds fly in the sky like faeries?
Ilia: That's right. They have wings just like faeries that let them fly.
Mordecai: That must be nice.
Ilia: Hmm... Maybe I should have synthesized a body with some wings attached to it.
Meene: A good parent knows not to spoil her child.
Zethia: Hee hee! ...Hmm? Oh dear! The mana flow is starting to warp!
Meene: Everyone, get down!
Ilia: Whew! The sound was pretty far off. And since it was just once, it was probably just a test round.
Meene: Still, it gave me quite a start. Why would the army be doing training exercises here?
Mordecai: Ilia, let's go to the sound right now!
Ilia: What's the hurry?
Mordecai: The bird fell down. We have to help.
Ilia: What?!
Ilia: ...Looks like the soldiers have cleared out.
Mordecai: Why are you hiding, Ilia?
Ilia: If someone from the army saw us, it would get...complicated. Let's look for that bird. You're worried about it, aren't you?
Mordecai: Yes. I hope it isn't hurt.
???: *ch-chirp*
Mordecai: There!
Ilia: Mordecai, wait!
Mordecai: I found it! Over here!
Zethia: It's badly injured... I shall treat it at once.
Ilia: That's a wound from a manacaster. It must have gotten caught up in the military exercise.
Mordecai: Why is the army exercising?
Ilia: 'Cause us humans are fighting a war with the dragons at the moment.
Mordecai: War...?
Ilia: Yeah, war. It means killing each other.
Mordecai: Killing... Why?
Meene: Because the civilization the humans have built is eating away at dragonkind.
Meene: And humans would rather fight than surrender what they have made.
Ilia: Both sides are fighting for their survival, and the ripples from that fight keep reaching further and further out.
Mordecai: This war is between humans and dragons?
Mordecai: Then why was the bird shot?
Ilia: I'm afraid that's how war is, buddy.
Ilia: Once it breaks out, everything around it gets swept up in the fighting.
Ilia: Heck, this whole beautiful scene around us could all get turned to ash soon.
Mordecai: That isn't fair. It's too sad.
Ilia: Yeah, it's an ugly truth for sure, but that's what's happening right now.
Ilia: I wish the world were full of nothing but pretty things, but it's not, and it sucks.
Mordecai: ......
Meene: The bird has been healed.
Mordecai: Really?!
Bird: *cheep* *cheep* *cheep*
Zethia: Fit as a fiddle, this one.
Mordecai: Thank you, Zethia. I'm very glad.
Mordecai: This world isn't just pretty things...
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