Fates Supports/Avatar(F) Ophelia(PC)
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
Avatar: WHAT?! Tell me what happened, Ophelia.
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Avatar: Ahh! You're just hungry?
Ophelia: Yes! You know me so well.
Avatar: Well of course I do. I am a chosen one, after all.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow I always suspected. I must admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could fight side by side.
Avatar: Heehee. That would be wonderful.
Ophelia: I suppose first we should quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Avatar: Indeed. I'll prepare something tasty for you right away.
Ophelia: Let me help! What do you want me to do?
Avatar: Could you get the bowls for me?
Ophelia: Of course! I predict that this will be the most delicio— AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals...
Avatar: Ophelia, if you break something, be up front about it and apologize.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
Avatar: Ophelia, is something on your mind?
Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Avatar: Talk to me. Who knows? I might be able to help.
Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one?
Avatar: What? Why would you think otherwise?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Avatar: So that's what's been on your mind? It's OK. You can become a chosen one too.
Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so powerful already.
Avatar: Even I wasn't this strong in the beginning.
Avatar: Strength came after I was a chosen one.
Avatar: It's true. Tell me, do you know who chose me, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Hmm, fate? Or the gods perhaps?
Avatar: No. Nothing like that. I was chosen by you.
Ophelia: By me? What do you mean?
Avatar: Having you gave me incredible strength. Because I wanted to protect you, no matter what.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Avatar: That's why I said it's OK. Eventually, you'll become a chosen one. You're my daughter.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
Ophelia: Hi, Mother!
Avatar: Morning, Ophelia. You're in an awfully good mood today.
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am. You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Avatar: Oh really? Well, I'm glad to hear that I helped.
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... whatever wisdom you can spare.
Avatar: Oh my. May I ask, why the sudden interest?
Ophelia: Well, it's pretty simple. Someday, I may be chosen, like you, right? If that happens, I need to make sure that I'm ready.
Avatar: Heehee, that's a good point.
Ophelia: More importantly, generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Avatar: Hmm. Well if you feel that strongly about it, I'd be happy to teach you what I know.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we begin with some chores?
Avatar: Of course. Shall we start by washing the dishes?
Ophelia: All right. How about these plates here? AHH!
Ophelia: Aw, Mother, I broke the plates. Again. I'm sorry.
Avatar: Oh my, Ophelia, you were quite up front with the apology this time.
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide from their mistakes, right?
Avatar: Heehee, that's true! How splendid, Ophelia.