Fates Supports/Felicia Nina(PC)
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders...
Felicia: Welcome back, Nina.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Felicia: Huh? N-no, I wasn't listening. I'm sorry, did you want to talk about something?
Nina: Nope! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Felicia: Oh, but I was doing some general straightening up today. I took the chance to straighten up in your room a little bit. I think you'll find it's much nicer to walk around in now!
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Felicia: I found a few books tucked under your pillow when I was making your bed. I left them on top of your desk in case you're looking for them.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Felicia: Is something wrong, Nina?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Felicia: I'm a professional, sweetie. I would never intrude on someone's private things. ...And if I did happen to peruse a page or two, my lips would be sealed. Your secrets are always safe with me.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult...
Felicia: Is something the matter? Is it anything I might help you with?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Felicia: I'm always available to talk, if that's something you would want.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Felicia: Awww...that actually sounds sweet. Don't worry about being shy, Nina. Confidence only comes with practice. Talking to new people will get easier with time, I promise.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Felicia: Oh, I see now. It's good that you understand the problem, though. Just make more of an effort to consider how the people you talk to might feel... Little by little, you'll develop into a gracious host to one and all.
Nina: You really think so?
Felicia: Yes! It might be scary at first, and you'll probably make a lot of mistakes. But once you push through that, you'll be fearless no matter who you're talking to. Take it from somebody who had to practice the same thing for herself... Heehee.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Felicia: Good! I'm glad I could help, dear. Now, about those journals of yours...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Felicia: Nina, that's wonderful!
Nina: I mean, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Felicia: I couldn't be prouder. Way to go!
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Felicia: It's an amazing first step. Keep at it, and you'll be having whole conversations! Just so long as you don't try to bring up your, um, hobbies.
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Felicia: I think that would be a shame, though. Your stealth techniques make for such interesting discussion material.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Felicia: Just enough... Enough to see that Avatar should have them, for the sake of the war.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Felicia: But don't you see, dear? Your journals will save lives! Avatar already mentioned plans to use them to train our scouts.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Felicia: I'm sorry, dear. But don't worry so much about what they think of you. I'll always love you just the same!