Fates Supports/Beruka Forrest(PC)
Forrest: Mother! You have wonderful timing!
Beruka: What do you need, Forrest?
Forrest: I wanted to give you something.
Beruka: You got me a present?
Forrest: I did. It's a very special dress!
Beruka: It's pretty. The fabric is so soft, and it's just my size.
Forrest: I'm glad you like it. And a little relieved. I was worried it wouldn't appeal to you.
Beruka: Why did you make me this dress?
Forrest: How could you tell?
Beruka: It's obvious. The detailed embroidery is clearly your handiwork.
Forrest: Aww, thank you, Mother! Your kindness means the world to me.
Beruka: Your choice of color is very striking. I could wear this dress every day.
Forrest: Don't do that! Besides, why would you want to always wear the same thing? How about I make you a nice array of outfits instead?
Beruka: That would be wonderful. Thank you, Forrest.
Beruka: Forrest, what happened? You look unhappy.
Forrest: Is it that obvious?
Beruka: To me it is. I'm your mother, after all.
Forrest: I see... Well, I went into town to pick up supplies today and ran into the worst people. There was an elderly man who had gotten lost, and no one would help him. A few townsfolk were mocking him! I was disheartened to see people be so cruel.
Beruka: Hmm, I see. What did you do?
Forrest: I helped him get home, of course! The poor dear was so confused. I don't understand. It's one thing to stand by idly, but they were laughing at him!
Beruka: That is terrible.
Forrest: I know I shouldn't be surprised. People can be incredibly unkind. Sometimes I wish I could shut myself up in my room...forever!
Beruka: You should be proud that you did the right thing. You cannot let a few fools scare you into hiding who you are.
Forrest: Mother, you're right. I must find my courage again.
Beruka: Good. People will always find an excuse to be mean. But that's no reason to stop being true to yourself.
Forrest: Thanks, Mother. It would hurt even more to change myself just to avoid their cruelty.
Beruka: Don't listen to those stupid jerks. When things get tough, come to me. I'll always be here for you. Even if you just want to talk.
Forrest: I couldn't ask for anything more. Thank you, Mother.
Forrest: Hello, Mother! You look happy today. Did something good happen?
Beruka: Yes, indeed. Something surprising, actually. I wore the dress you made into town this morning. Everyone I passed commented on the gorgeous design.
Forrest: Wow, really? That's amazing.
Beruka: Heehee. I love hearing people compliment your work, Forrest. It makes me very happy. Granted, I know they were just praising the dress, but still... After so many comments, it felt like they were calling me beautiful too. I'm sorry. I don't usually get carried away. It's been a strange day.
Forrest: What do you mean? Mother, you are beautiful! The dress simply drew attention to your lovely face.
Beruka: Please, don't flatter me, Forrest. Besides, it wasn't the dress that made me happy.
Forrest: It wasn't?
Beruka: No. A woman told me how proud I should be of raising such a wonderful daughter. She saw you help that old man, and she was impressed.
Forrest: I just realized something. I cannot let the laughter of cruel people stop me from being who I am. Long ago, I decided I wouldn't let them change the way I dress... and I certainly won't let them stop me from being compassionate toward others.
Beruka: That's good to hear.
Forrest: Thank you, Mother. I'll follow your advice from earlier and keep being myself. I think I'll start by making you another dress to wear around town. I'm sure you'll love it!
Beruka: I would like that very much. Thank you, Forrest.