Fates Supports/Felicia Caeldori(PC)
C Support
Caeldori: Hm...the advance troops have just received fresh recruits, so they'll be needing tents. And a larger shipment of grain. Have the quartermaster make the arrangements.
Samurai: At once, milady. And would you like him to resume his duties managing the armory?
Caeldori: No. I will continue to oversee the armory personally. On that note, please go to the smiths and requisition the items on this list. Delivery is expected within the fortnight.
Samurai: Yes, milady. Right away, milady.
(Samurai leaves)
Felicia: You certainly have been busy, haven't you?
Caeldori: Mother! How can I help you?
Felicia: I heard the supply division was short of hands and thought I could help. But it looks like you've got it all under control! Whoever appointed you really knew what they were doing.
Caeldori: You flatter me, but I've got plenty of room for improvement yet. I've only just begun to learn the ropes.
Felicia: Oh, you're just being modest. Now. How can I be of service?
Caeldori: Thank you, Mother. I appreciate the offer, truly, but I have nothing for you to do. All I've left is the inventory.
Felicia: Y-you were going to do the entire army's inventory all by yourself?! I'm not going to let you do that! Let's go. It'll be much faster if I help.
Caeldori: Well, see, about that—
Felicia: Here, show me the list. We just need to make sure the numbers match, right?
Caeldori: I— Er. Please give that back. It's important.
Felicia: Wait, this isn't an inventory! What is it? Some kind of diagram?
Caeldori: Er, something like that, yes. It's a plan for the armory I drew up a little while ago. If the supplies are stored according to the plan, they can be counted very easily. It takes a fraction of the time and...only one person. I'm sorry, Mother.
Felicia: I see. With this, you certainly wouldn't need any extra help... You're certain there's nothing I can do?
Caeldori: Hmm... Well... Oh! I prepared some tea earlier! If you'd like, you may certainly help yourself to some! It's over there, in the corner.
Felicia: Oh. O-OK. (I...I feel so useless. I want...to die...)
Caeldori: Hmm? Did you say something, Mother?
Felicia: N-no! Nothing. Nothing at all.
B Support
Caeldori: All right, these crates are fully loaded. Have we moved the damaged weapons yet?
Samurai: Yes, milady. They are en route to the smiths as we speak.
Caeldori: Good. Then all that is left is to deliver the new ones to the front. See to it.
Samurai: Immediately, milady.
(Samurai leaves)
Felicia: ...Hi.
Caeldori: Wah! M-Mother! I didn't see you! Wait, what are you doing?! It's dangerous to hide in there! We put weapons in those barrels...
Felicia: Oh, r-really? My goodness, I could have died! I didn't even realize... I was just watching you work and didn't want to disturb you...
Caeldori: Is something wrong? You seem a little off today.
Felicia: Oh, no. I'm fine! I just came by to offer my help again, but it looks like you still don't need any. You're very impressive. No hesitation. Precise, rapid orders. Intense focus. You're a born natural! So natural, in fact, that I had nothing to offer you. So I guess I'll just sit in the corner here and drink my tea while you work. Again. *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip*
Caeldori: Mother...
Felicia: You really take after your father, don't you? Intelligence, charisma, skill, beauty... You've got all his gifts. Not much motherly resemblance there, I suppose...
Caeldori: I— Mother, come now, you—
Felicia: Heehee. Don't worry, Caeldori. It's a good thing. Really, it is. I don't want to get in your way, so I'll just be going now. Keep up the good work!
(Felicia leaves)
Caeldori: Mother! Oh, hogwhistles! She's gone.
A Support
Caeldori: There you are, Mother!
Felicia: Oh, um. Hi, Caeldori.
Caeldori: Do you have some time? I wanted to speak to you about something.
Felicia: Y-yes, of course. What's the matter?
Caeldori: Well, the last time we talked, you said that I was just like Father. But I don't think that's true. Fighting, riding, speaking—it all comes to him as naturally as breathing. I'm not like that.
Felicia: What do you mean?
Caeldori: I mean that...I have never seen Father work hard at anything. But I have seen you do so. I know that you trained for years to acquire your skills. It was your work ethic that gave me the courage to improve myself. You made me understand that I didn't need to be naturally perfect to succeed in life. Everything I've achieved, I've done through hard work. Not inborn genius. So thank you, Mother. I would not be who I am without you.
Felicia: Caeldori...thank you. It makes me so very happy to hear you say that. Oh, goodness, I'm—*sniffle*—I'm about to cr—*hic* I don't know—*sniff*—what to say.
Caeldori: There's no need to say anything. Just, please, never think you are any less important a part of me than Father, OK?
Felicia: OK. Heehee. You're right. How did I get so lucky as to have a daughter like you? I love you so much, Caeldori. Thank you.
