"Winter passed, spring came, all was well, but then one summer day, the hunter became ill. Though they were happy, they were poor. The money from the first robe had run out and they couldn't buy any medicine.
"Don't worry," His wife told him at his bedside, "I will always care for you."
Again, she went to the second room and worked into the night. As before, she made him promise to not interrupt her. After seven nights, she emerged with another, beautiful robe but now, she was pale and thin. She took it to the market and traded it for medicine. He recovered in time.
But it wasn't enough. The medicine ran out and he became sick once more. She returned to the room and worked again.
Again, and again, the same thing happened. Each time, she emerged with a robe more beautiful than the last but weaker than before. Every time, she bought him medicine and would return to work when it ran out.
The hunter began to worry for her. Curious and concerned, he got out of bed one night and went to look inside the other room…"
(The magpie on the counter goes still, no longer distracted by cookies but instead, listening to the story,)
"What he saw was not his beautiful wife, but a crane. To make the silk for her robes, she plucked at her feathers until her wings became bare. Even more, he recognized her; she was the crane he had saved before. He gasped.
It surprised her and she dropped the robe she had been working on. "I told you not to look at me!" She cried and took flight. He had seen her true nature and could no longer stay with him. "
(And...
.... That's it? That's the end. He doesn't continue and instead, just waits for the reaction.)
(They can just eat their cookies in silence for a moment. RIP Nero though because Tsurumaru has that Old Air to him where he just sort of watches Nero quietly for a moment. Nero is being perceived.
Then that feeling passes and he reaches for another cookie.)
You're still young. (And he's taking one more cookie. Three cookies total for Tsurumaru Kuninaga. He's a little spoiled but not quite greedy.) Don't worry, Nero-kun.
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[wait, but this doesn't really conclude.]
It wasn't until the end of their days, was it?
[Witches/Wizards and humans usually end up with somebody feeling bitter.]
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(What is a direct answer.)
"Winter passed, spring came, all was well, but then one summer day, the hunter became ill. Though they were happy, they were poor. The money from the first robe had run out and they couldn't buy any medicine.
"Don't worry," His wife told him at his bedside, "I will always care for you."
Again, she went to the second room and worked into the night. As before, she made him promise to not interrupt her. After seven nights, she emerged with another, beautiful robe but now, she was pale and thin. She took it to the market and traded it for medicine. He recovered in time.
But it wasn't enough. The medicine ran out and he became sick once more. She returned to the room and worked again.
Again, and again, the same thing happened. Each time, she emerged with a robe more beautiful than the last but weaker than before. Every time, she bought him medicine and would return to work when it ran out.
The hunter began to worry for her. Curious and concerned, he got out of bed one night and went to look inside the other room…"
(The magpie on the counter goes still, no longer distracted by cookies but instead, listening to the story,)
"What he saw was not his beautiful wife, but a crane. To make the silk for her robes, she plucked at her feathers until her wings became bare. Even more, he recognized her; she was the crane he had saved before. He gasped.
It surprised her and she dropped the robe she had been working on. "I told you not to look at me!" She cried and took flight. He had seen her true nature and could no longer stay with him. "
(And...
.... That's it? That's the end. He doesn't continue and instead, just waits for the reaction.)
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That's the end of them, huh...
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That's the end.
(He smiles, a light sort of smile that doesn't quite reach the eyes.)
You don't seem surprised. Have you heard this story before? You should have told me!
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Nah. 's just... can't really trust anybody, huh?
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(Interesting.
He's going to take one and break off a small piece, offering it to Kiku first. She pecks at it,)
Tell me more.
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a moment. Nero is being perceived.
Then that feeling passes and he reaches for another cookie.)
It's natural to want to see the one you love.
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I guess... I don't know anythin' about that stuff.
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You're still young. (And he's taking one more cookie. Three cookies total for Tsurumaru Kuninaga. He's a little spoiled but not quite greedy.) Don't worry, Nero-kun.
(For now.)
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(Vague.)
Even things can love.
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Do they want to?
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Does not wanting something keep it from happening?
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Not in my experience.
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(Just, "hmm," a thoughtful hum as he feeds another piece of cookie to Kiku,)
I wonder what surprises await us here.
(Because something is going to happen.)
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[Gestures at TWO dead bodies people will find today.]
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Then we'll have to make sure to bring better ones.
(But yes. He's just going to gather up his cookies,)
You should share with the others. It would lighten their days.
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[Hold on, don't go roping him in!]
I'll think about it.
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Not enough to think about already?
(Laughing just a little. He's amused by his own jokes. But with his story shared for cookies, he's going to excuse himself now.)
When you're ready for another story, come find me.
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[ Anyway, he waves Tsuru off. ]
I will.