Awakening Supports/Cherche Libra

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C Support

>Minerva roars

Libra:
I say... Was that the lonesome cry of a wyvern? ...... Heavens, I do believe it's getting closer. ...Yes, there it is. My, look at all those razor-sharp teeth.

Cherche:
Minerva, stop that howling! We've heard quite enough already. I'm sorry if she startled you, Libra. ...Although, you don't seem very startled, actually.

Libra:
Oh, it hardly bothers me. I've had plenty of past opportunities to grow used to it.

Cherche:
You must be a seasoned adventurer, to be so complacent about wyverns!

Libra:
Well, not wyverns specifically. But I have tangled with the occasional fell beast. Tell me, though. Is it not difficult to teach a wyvern to obey you?

Cherche:
Well, Minerva is not my servant, Libra. She's family. If she obeys me, it's because she chooses to do so.

Libra:
A wyvern treated as family?

Cherche:
Is that so strange?

Libra:
Well, I don't mean to judge you, milady, but frankly, yes. It does seem a bit strange. I didn't even think it possible to forge bonds between such disparate races. But I am glad to see it. Such open thinking embodies the word of the Ylissean faith.

Cherche:
Oh, now you're just flattering me.

Libra:
Flattery is a sin, milady. I would not dream of using it. But you have inspired me to follow your wonderful example. I, too, shall seek out a member of another species and attempt to befriend it!

Cherche:
...I hope he knows what he's doing.

B Support

Libra:
You and I shall be wonderful friends, even if you don't understand human speech! What does such a trifle matter when we are building a bridge between our very hearts?

Cherche:
Libra? Are you speaking to that mole?

Libra:
We are establishing a connection, milady. A meeting of the minds, if you will.

Cherche:
...... Going well, is it?

Libra:
Difficult to say. I have no way to tell what the creature is actually thinking. I don't suppose you would have any advice in this arena?

Cherche:
Not much, I'm afraid. Minerva is very good at making her feelings known. Whereas you are essentially talking to a furry beanbag.

Libra:
*Sigh* This is harder than it looks...

Cherche:
Well, if you like, you could try making friends with Minerva. You'd like that, wouldn't you, girl?

>Minerva roars

Libra:
Gods save us! She sounds enraged!

Cherche:
Oh no, that was her happy howl. Enraged is more...snippy. She's taken quite a liking to you. Not many can look at her without trembling in fear.

Libra:
I appreciate the vote of confidence.

Cherche:
See? You two are friends already, and you haven't even started yet!

Libra:
Well, if you're sure Minerva would not mind...

Cherche:
Not at all. And I'll be here to help out with advice and such whenever you need it. ...Or if she tries to eat you. But I doubt that'll happen.

Libra:
I should hope not!

A Support

Libra:
Hello, Minerva. How are you? Splendid weather, isn't it?

>Minerva roars

Libra:
Ha ha. Yes, yes indeed. Cloudless skies? A dry southerly wind? It's a perfect day for an airborne tour!

Cherche:
You two are as thick as thieves, aren't you!

Libra:
Ah, hello, Cherche. And yes, I feel we have established a true heart-to-heart connection. It's all thanks to you.

Cherche:
Heh. I fear this is all your doing. You spend so much time with her, Minerva has grown very fond of you.

Libra:
To think that I've become close friends with a member of another species... But, no... I mustn't think like that.

Cherche:
Like what?

Libra:
I fight the instinctive urge to place individuals into categories. We are all fellow creatures in the eyes of the gods. I never truly understood this until my contact with Minerva.

Cherche:
I bet she noticed the change in your thinking. She's a very wise wyvern.

Libra:
Indeed! I am starting to learn the truth of that. And if you don't mind me saying, I think you are very wise as well.

Cherche:
I've learned a lot from Minerva, I imagine.

Libra:
I do envy your relationship. I would love to be so close to her. I must continue to devote myself to building trust and friendship.

Cherche:
I'm sure you'll succeed if you put your mind to it!

S Support

>Minera roars

Libra:
Hmm... That's Minerva. But something sounds wrong. ...Minerva, what is it? What happened?

>Minera roars

Libra:
...What? It's Cherche?! She's not feeling well? Understood. I'll come right away!

Libra:
Cherche!

Cherche:
Hello, Libra. What are you doing here?

Libra:
Minerva came to me in a panic. She said you were ill.

Cherche:
Really? She said that?

Libra:
Please, Cherche, what is the matter? Shall I summon a doctor?

Cherche:
A doctor will not help, I'm afraid. I suffer from an ailment of the heart.

Libra:
Ah. I see. I believe I understand, then. ...You are in love with me.

Cherche:
That's... Um... I had actually expected this to be somewhat more couched in metaphor... But yes, Libra. I am.

Libra:
I see.

Cherche:
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spring it on you so suddenly, but I couldn't—

Libra:
Do not apologize. Your words bring joy to my heart.

Cherche:
They do?

Libra:
Absolutely! I would not lie to you about such a thing. I confess, in bouts of wild optimism, I prayed this day might come. And yet, I am a man poor in worldly goods, and do not have a ring to offer you.

Cherche:
I don't need a ring, Libra. You just have to promise to love me forever!

Libra:
Then I pledge, on bended knee, my eternal love! ...And promise to buy a ring later.