[ As Saber recounts her favorite story, Magilou skims the book until she finds Sir Gareth's tale written in Saber's concise script, handwritten with the attention and care that her voice carries with it. Saber might think that she's being boring, but Magilou loves a good story - who knows, she might be able to use it for an act someday...
But that wouldn't be giving Saber enough credit. All these writings are of her knights, their moments captured and catalogued like a family member would do with her precious memories scrapbook, and something about it is charming. Earnest and heartfelt, even, and Magilou can't help but smile warmly as she flips the pages and listens to Saber's retelling as she follows along, her finger hovering over each line that Saber recounts. Sir Gareth keeping mum about her nobility, and then besting every knight and evil word that stood in her path... ]
What a lovely legend of lore, and it's all right here to explore! Have you ever thought of being a storyteller? I know these are true, but you've got a knack for set design and scriptwriting! That's why the tales of love and loss are so poignant - how can you keep from sobbing at every misstep and cheering with every reunion?! Emotions are a plaything for the author, but the good wordsmith never abused her tools.
[ For a moment, she stops flipping through the book and looks up, her finger caught between two of the pages. There's a bit of a fire in her eyes, as if something that hadn't made sense to her before has finally clicked. ]
You know... If we ever get out of here, the first thing I need to do is give that old man a piece of my mind. But after that, I feel like there's a lot of stories everyone's going to need to hear about what really happened with the Lord of Calamity. [ She glances down at the book in her hands, almost wondrously. Arriving here was random chance, and making connections even moreso. But it all adds up to a sum total that means something, with the book as physical proof. Saber's gift is much more profound than she might have realized. ] Maybe being a storyteller - writer, historian, whatever... Maybe that's what should become of the Mayvin name. Not some faded ancestry with more sunspots than a garden of false flowers. Something honest.
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But that wouldn't be giving Saber enough credit. All these writings are of her knights, their moments captured and catalogued like a family member would do with her precious memories scrapbook, and something about it is charming. Earnest and heartfelt, even, and Magilou can't help but smile warmly as she flips the pages and listens to Saber's retelling as she follows along, her finger hovering over each line that Saber recounts. Sir Gareth keeping mum about her nobility, and then besting every knight and evil word that stood in her path... ]
What a lovely legend of lore, and it's all right here to explore! Have you ever thought of being a storyteller? I know these are true, but you've got a knack for set design and scriptwriting! That's why the tales of love and loss are so poignant - how can you keep from sobbing at every misstep and cheering with every reunion?! Emotions are a plaything for the author, but the good wordsmith never abused her tools.
[ For a moment, she stops flipping through the book and looks up, her finger caught between two of the pages. There's a bit of a fire in her eyes, as if something that hadn't made sense to her before has finally clicked. ]
You know... If we ever get out of here, the first thing I need to do is give that old man a piece of my mind. But after that, I feel like there's a lot of stories everyone's going to need to hear about what really happened with the Lord of Calamity. [ She glances down at the book in her hands, almost wondrously. Arriving here was random chance, and making connections even moreso. But it all adds up to a sum total that means something, with the book as physical proof. Saber's gift is much more profound than she might have realized. ] Maybe being a storyteller - writer, historian, whatever... Maybe that's what should become of the Mayvin name. Not some faded ancestry with more sunspots than a garden of false flowers. Something honest.