Fates Supports/Sophie Velouria
Sophie: Avel! Where on earth did you get to now?! I've got a carrot for you if you'll come out! Be a good boy for once, Avel, please!
Velouria: ...I don't know if the horse or the master is more of a menace.
Sophie: Whoa, it's Velouria! Listen, have you seen Avel anywhere? He ran off again.
Velouria: Haven't seen him.
Sophie: Hmm...dang it...
Velouria: Why are you looking so hard? He'll come back on his own eventually.
Sophie: I can't abandon him! Especially since I just know he's causing trouble for someone, somewhere...
Velouria: Oh. Then maybe you should give him up. If I had a horse like that, I'd have gotten rid of him a long time ago.
Sophie: I could never do that!
Velouria: Why not? Isn't he making your life hell?
Sophie: Well, maybe a teensy bit, but...bad or not, he's still my partner! Anyway, see you around! I gotta find Avel before he does something REALLY bad!
Velouria: ...Why is she so attached to that dumb horse? I don't get it.
Sophie: Avel! Come ON, Avel! How does a horse get so good at hiding?!
Velouria: So Avel's out again, huh...?
Sophie: Velouria! You're just who I needed! Can you help me look for Avel?
Velouria: Nuh-uh. I'm not getting involved in your mess.
Sophie: But there must be SOMETHING you can do to help! Please? If you do, I'll give you my dinner!
Velouria: ...No kidding?
Sophie: Yeah! I promise!
Velouria: Three dinners. That's my price.
Sophie: Three dinners?! You're just asking for that because you know I'm desperate!
Velouria: I think it's fair, considering what you're roping me into.
Sophie: Ugh...fine... Find Avel for me, and I'll give you two WEEKS' worth of dinners!
Velouria: Ooooh... Deal!
Sophie: Great! I was thinking you could try tracking him by scent. You're supposed to have a pretty keen sense of smell, right?
Velouria: Huh. That's a better idea than I was expecting from you. Did you bring something with his scent on it?
Sophie: Well...sort of. He had all his tack on him when he ran off.
Velouria: That's fine. I only need one thing to get started. What have you got?
Sophie: Um, well...the good news is, it smells pretty strongly, so...
Velouria: ...Stop right there. You're about to ask me to smell Avel's poop.
Sophie: N-not even a little whiff?
Velouria: Absolutely not! I ought to get a week's worth of dinner just from you asking that!
Sophie: Y-you're right... Sorry, Velouria.
Sophie: *sniffle* Avel, come baaaaack...
Velouria: *sigh* Don't tell me... Your crazy horse ran off again.
Sophie: Hi, Velouria...
Velouria: Seriously, get a new horse. This one gives you nothing but grief.
Velouria: There are plenty of other fine horses in the world. We'll find a replacement in—
Sophie: No. Avel's irreplaceable... He causes no end of trouble and never listens to anything I say, but... he's my partner, and you don't give up on your partner!
Sophie: I've been with Avel too long to back a different horse now.
Velouria: Sometimes I can't tell which of you is really holding the reins...
Sophie: Ahaha...wow, harsh! What can I say? I love his wild ways.
Velouria: ...Let's go after him.
Velouria: He's a pain in the tailbone, but I'll help you get him back if that's what you want.
Sophie: But you hate Avel...
Velouria: Yeah, but I can't say no to a friend who needs me.
Velouria: Come on—let's go before I change my mind.
Sophie: Yeah! Avel left a big load of stuff for you to scent him with this morning!
Velouria: I am NOT smelling your horse's poop. That's where I draw the line.
Sophie: Haha, OK! We'll think of something else. Thanks so much, Velouria!
Velouria: Heehee... You're welcome.