"Humble maiden comes / hoping to receive some aid / clever boy provides?" Mitama laughs sheepishly. Some time has passed since she last saw the mage, hmm? "What a silly game this is, hmm? Though any opportunity to practice my poetry, I suppose. Would you mind? I think I am doing quite well. Or would you prefer I flatter you further first?"
Itâd been a little while, yes, but that didnât make him any less enthused to see his friend anew. Meeting Mitama with a bright smile, he laughed. âYouâre playing? I thought about it, but...â He waved his hand. He glanced down at the boxes heâd been carrying down the beach. He had other plans.
He pauses a moment, thinking, thinking... he was quick, but nowhere near as quick as her, she whoâs devoted herself to this particular craft.
âClever boy wonders / if clever girl loses touch / imagery, lacking.â
He laughed again. âA little more flattery couldnât hurt,â he said with a wink, âbut youâve got a game to win so... Here ya go, sans fanfare. One Ewan Special Signature cominâ right up!â










