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AMALTHEA
[when you insert the key and open the door, you'll find another humble cottage - the space bends on the walls, but there is a single door that leads to another room; though the door is closed, you can see through it—as if it's somewhat transparent. a wooden cradle sits in a plain room.
inside, a baby sleeps peacefully. when she stirs - calling for her parent, you are there to cradle her back to sleep.]
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[slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby coos pleasantly, giggling jovially when you (presumably) make faces at her; she tries to pick herself up and falls over, but she does not cry; a disagreement between you and her lead to a thoughtful discussion; the young girl carries a large laundry basket to do chores; she buys a pet bird, looking so proud for having earned the money all by herself; then the wall becomes opaque.]
[in the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 stands, smiling at you. a bird with beautiful plumage rests on her shoulder.]
[this is your daughter. you tried your best to rear her, and she's been good to you. you know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. but you also know it's not easy to become a princess - better she become a princess than go off to war, though. you could not stand to see your baby girl die on the battlefield. what will be will be, though - all you can do is try your best.]
inside, a baby sleeps peacefully. when she stirs - calling for her parent, you are there to cradle her back to sleep.]
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[slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby coos pleasantly, giggling jovially when you (presumably) make faces at her; she tries to pick herself up and falls over, but she does not cry; a disagreement between you and her lead to a thoughtful discussion; the young girl carries a large laundry basket to do chores; she buys a pet bird, looking so proud for having earned the money all by herself; then the wall becomes opaque.]
[in the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 stands, smiling at you. a bird with beautiful plumage rests on her shoulder.]
[this is your daughter. you tried your best to rear her, and she's been good to you. you know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. but you also know it's not easy to become a princess - better she become a princess than go off to war, though. you could not stand to see your baby girl die on the battlefield. what will be will be, though - all you can do is try your best.]
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Being the first one out the door, Technic's taking his blade and snapping the reigns from the nearest horse, shoving himself and the girl on top and frantically trying to get the other two on board.
TWO OF US ARE TINY WE CAN DO THIS.]
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HUG BUFFER GO]
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Well, on the bright side, it can't get any worse, right?
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downpour of rain
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Well . . . . it . . . . . . almost couldn't get any worse.
I guess.
Look at least the rain prevents the townspeople from chasing you, okay.
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ONWARD INTO THE SUNSET holding precious baby girl tight and hoping we haven't scarred her for life :')]
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