Frederick: Why did you attempt to flee, milady? Have I done something to anger you?
Nowi: Last night, I had a nightmare about my basket of fruit being stolen...
Frederick: Ah. Yes, I see how such a thing might be... Er, except I don't. Why did that make you want to run away?
Nowi: Because YOU were the thief, and I didn't want to lose any more fruit!
Frederick: This is unfortunate. I hate to think I wronged you—dream or otherwise. Perhaps it would clear the air if I offered you my ration of fruit this evening? And I only ask one small thing in return.
Nowi: For extra fruit, I'll do anything!
Frederick: Well then, I was hoping we might spend more time together.
Nowi: ...Yeah, no. That's not worth fruit. Plus you're not really my type.
Frederick: Milady! I did NOT mean it as a proposal! What a dishonorable idea! ...I want you to show me your dragon might.
Nowi: Huh? But why?
Frederick: Opportunities to spar with a dragon are few and far between. To get even a taste of dragon combat would be a most valuable experience!
Nowi: Won't you be all scared and stuff?
Frederick: This is why I need your help. Fear of the unknown is the fear most dangerous.
Frederick: *Groan* Y-yes, milady... Completely fine... Such a small burn... I c-can hardly feel it. If I just ignore it, it will heal. Eventually...
Nowi: Are you sure? I burned off an awful lot of hair. What if it grows back all weird?
Frederick: Oh. D-does it appear grievous?
Nowi: Well, it's kind of all frizzy and spiky and sticking out. Hee hee! It's actually pretty funny! Hee hee hee!
Frederick: Then we had best stop for now and give my body a chance to recover. This has been a very educational experience, thanks to you. I must return to my training while the pain of the wounds remain fresh in my mind.
Frederick: Are you all right, Nowi? Are you injured?
Nowi: I'm just thinking how stupid you are! Getting yourself all hurt like that, with no one to look after you properly!
Frederick: I must put myself through such trials if I am to protect everyone.
Nowi: But why do you insist on doing it by yourself? You can ask for help!
Frederick: What are you driving at, milady?
Nowi: You said you were going to return to training, right? Meaning, on your own? But that'll make you lonely. I should know. Before I came here, I was all alone, too. It makes me sad to see you working and training so hard with no one around you.
Frederick: Milady, you have a kind and gentle heart. But I couldn't possibly be lonely when those like you are thinking about my welfare.
Nowi: So you don't feel lonely at all?
Frederick: Not a bit. So once my wounds have healed, perhaps we can spar once again?
Frederick: Nowi, are you free? I was hoping we might have another sparring session.
Nowi: But we just had a fight yesterday! AND the day before that!
Frederick: Yes, but I am so close to anticipating when you unleash a breath attack.
Nowi: Oh, okay. If you want to play THAT much... Why are you always so obsessed about getting better at fighting?
Frederick: I must be strong so I can protect Chrom and our allies. This war demands no less. Also, the more I learn, the more I can pass on to the other Shepherds. This will reduce battlefield casualties and increase the odds of eventual victory.
Nowi: And it'll make you the biggest hero ever!
Frederick: Unlikely. And in any case, I do not do this for praise or glory. My only aim is to ensure that as many of my comrades as possible survive this war.
Nowi: I love being praised more than ANYTHING! Don't you care about the glory even just a little bit?
Frederick: I am but human, milady—any praise that comes my way is highly appreciated. But approbation and glory cannot by themselves be your goal.
Nowi: Gosh, you're just like a real knight! But SOMEONE has to tell you how great you are—and it might as well be me! So er... Well done, Frederick! Good job! You're the best knight ever!
Frederick: Heh. Why, thank you, Nowi. You remind me of my mother.
Nowi: Well, don't forget, I AM like several centuries older than you!
Frederick: Yes, of course. I often forget that you are a wise, mature woman.
Nowi: Tee hee hee! Now you're praising ME! And you do it ever so well!
Frederick: I only speak the truth.
Nowi: In fact, you're so good at it, I think we should spend more time sparring.
Nowi: Frederick! Let's practice some more. I'll turn into a dragon for you!
Frederick: Now this is unusual—normally, it is I who challenges you to battle. Has something piqued your interest in our training sessions?
Nowi: Not really. I just decided that you and me should practice together more often. See, when you try hard, I always remember to praise you and say how brave you are. Even if no one else appreciates all your hard work, I want to make sure I do. And, another thing. When you take a day off, I want to take a day off with you! Then we can keep each other company, and neither of us will ever be alone. We'll get stronger, we'll be able to help out Chrom more, and it'll be fun!
Frederick: But then we would be spending nearly every waking moment together.
Nowi: ...You don't hate me, do you? Please say you don't! Because I don't hate you! In fact, I really, really, REALLY like you!
Frederick: I like you, too, Nowi.
Nowi: No! I don't mean that kind of like. I mean, I LIKE YOU like you.
Nowi: I love how you're always working so hard for others, even when you're tired. Plus I love how you're always thinking of ways to protect people. It makes ME want to protect YOU! So, um, do you like me? Like, as a woman and all that? 'Cause if you feel about me like I do for you, I...I want you to tell me. Please, Frederick! Don't keep me in suspense!
Frederick: After such a forthright confession, it would il behoove me not to answer in kind. In truth, I was planning to do this when I was better prepared... ...But, Nowi, I have in fact fallen in love with you. We have spent so much time together lately, and I came to realize... Well, that you are the most important person in my life.
Nowi: YAAAAAAAAAY! So I suppose we should get married now, right?
Frederick: If you will do me the great honor. But unfortunately, I have not yet picked out a suitable ring for you. I shall go to the jeweler in town and order one immediately.
Nowi: Oh, wait! Before you go, let's have another fight!
Frederick: Well, I suppose there is always time for just one more...
Virion: Insofar as a terrifying brush with death can be fun, then yes...
Nowi: What? I didn't quite catch that.
Virion: Er, I was muttering to myself about how much I enjoy these games of ours!
Nowi: I know, right? Playing games is pretty much my favorite thing ever. But no one ever wants to play with me! It's crazy!
Virion: I can't imagine why no one else is clamoring to join in...
Nowi: But now I have you, and we can play duck duck dragon over and over again!
Virion: Over and...over? Dear gods, I don't think my poor heart can take it. And yet I cannot bring myself to wipe that smile of joy from her face...
Nowi: Virion? You're doing that thing again. The one where you mumble to yourself?
Virion: I am? My apologies. I was just thinking about how sad I'll be when we stop playing.
Nowi: I KNEW you liked duck duck dragon!
Nowi: You know, you really should have told me sooner. It's not even dark yet! That means we have time for ONE MORE ROUND! OOOOOONE.... TWOOOOOO... THREEEEEE...
Virion: No, Nowi! I beg of you, no! I cannot abide the remorseless tick of death's grim clock!
Nowi: Geez, what's with the wailing, Virion? I can barely hear myself count.
Virion: Um, sweet Nowi? Do you know any games aside from duck duck dragon? I'm concerned you might, er, waste all your dragonstones! ...Yes, that's it.
Nowi: Aw, don't worry. Now that I know how much you like it, I'll make the sacrifice! Okay, so where was I? FOOOUR... FIIIIIIVE...
Virion: NOW she decides to take my feelings into consideration?! ...Still, if she is willing to give up things for my sake, then I must do the same for her. I shall take part in her game, even if it means the death of me! Virion, AWAY!
Virion: Why the scowl, sweet Nowi? Do you not feel like playing duck duck dragon?
Nowi: No. I don't.
Virion: But I thought it was your favorite game and that you would never tire of it! I'm willing to have a match right now, if you like. My singed hindquarters have nearly healed from the last match! Or perhaps you have thought of some other game? A safer one, perhaps?
Nowi: I want to get married.
Virion: Playing house is a bit beneath a 1,000-year-old woman, but if you like, I'm all for it. Shall I take on the role of minister? I deliver a crackling good sermon!
Nowi: No! I want to marry YOU!
Virion: Yes, but then who will play the minister? I suppose we could ask Frederick, although it would be a terribly dull affair...
Nowi: Do I really have to spell this out? I don't want to PLAY marriage, Virion! I want to BE MARRIED! ...TO YOU!
Virion: Y-you want... Wait, to me? Are you serious?
Nowi: Yes, yes, and YES!
Virion: Right then! I see! ...No, wait. I'm still confused. You, Nowi, wish to marry me? ...Virion?
Nowi: AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGH! Yes, you dunderhead! Why do you think I've been chasing you all over the place?!
Virion: B-but that was a game! And one I spent in a state of mortal terror, besides.
Nowi: *Sniff* D-do you hate me, Virion? Is that it? Do you th-think I'm...ugly? *Sniff* B-b-because I... I couldn't take that! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Virion: Good gracious, no! You're lovely! Oh, please do stop crying!
Nowi: Oh, yay! That means you love me! For a moment there, I thought you might turn me down.
Nowi: Aw, Virion. I've liked you since the first moment we met! Everyone treats me so seriously because... Well, you know. 'Cause I'm really old. But you're fun and funny and silly and it's just great! I don't ever want to lose that feeling!
Virion: Oh, sweet Nowi. It is true that the times I've spent with you haven't been...entirely unpleasant. And your confession of love makes me realize how truly fond of you I've become. So let us marry, fair Nowi. Not as a game, but for true.
Nowi: So you ARE saying yes?! Oh, I'm so excited! We have to go buy a ring right away! That's the rule, right?
Virion: We shall buy a magnificent ring fit for a true noblewoman.
Nowi: Yeah, we just got back from a flight around the camp. It was lots of fun!
Stahl: I'm glad you found a friend. Perhaps now it... Hmm? What's that shadow?
Nowi: Oh my gosh! Look at that huge flock of birds!
Stahl: Janaff seems awfully excited, Nowi. I think maybe he wants to join them.
Nowi: What? No he doesn't! Liar! He's MY friend!
Stahl: The flock keeps circling us like they're waiting for something... Nowi, I think Janaff's friends and family have come to take him home.
Nowi: No! I'M his family now! I'm his mother! I'm going to turn into a dragon and chase those stupid birds away!
Stahl: You can't do that, Nowi.
Nowi: But... But...!
Stahl: What do you think Janaff would want? ...I mean, besides more worms. Do you really want to keep him from his true family? From his friends?
Nowi: Oh fiiine. I know you're right, but it's still sad and unfair. I'm s-sorry, Janaff. I shouldn't have tried to hold you against your will. *sniff* You can... *sob* go... *sniffle* If you really... want to...
Stahl: Wow! Look how fast he flew into the flock! He looks happy, doesn't he? He's doing little somersaults in the air. Farewell, Janaff! May all your meals be huge grubs and the like!
Nowi: *Sniff* Bye, Janaff. I hope you have fun...with all your friends...
Stahl: ...And he's gone.
Stahl: You did the right thing, Nowi.
Nowi: H-he was my best friend ever... *sniff* Oh gods, I miss him so much! Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Janaaaaaaaaaff!
Stahl: Heh. Easy there, Nowi. We don't want you to pull something...
Stahl: What are you up to? You're looking inordinately cheery.
Nowi: Last night, I had a dream where I was flying through the sky with Janaff! He said he visited me in my dream to tell me he was doing okay.
Stahl: Hey, that's great! He must have really cared for you.
Nowi: By the way, why are you here? Do you want something?
Stahl: Um, yes, actually. I've been thinking about you lately. Ever since you released Janaff, I mean. Seeing you make such a huge sacrifice for the happiness of someone else... Well, it kind of made me realize that I have feelings for you. So, um, I got you this ring. ...If you'll take it.
Nowi: Does this mean you want to get married?
Stahl: Oh, good. You know about this, then. I was afraid I'd have to explain and... Well, yes, Nowi. I want to get married.
Nowi: And if we marry, that makes us family, right?
Stahl: It sure does. You and me and all the little birds we can adopt.
Nowi: Never mind birds! I wanna be a mom and have dozens of children!
Stahl: Er, dozens?
Nowi: Oh, okay. Maybe just one dozen. Anyway, can I have the ring now?
Nowi: Okay, I think I've got it this time... PLTHTHTH... PSZZZTHTHTH...
Vaike: BWA HA HA! That's the worst whistlin' I've ever heard! Here, let me show ya again...
Nowi: No! I've almost got it. Listen... PLSHTHTHTHT... *splutter*
Vaike: Ya sound like a camel that swallowed its bagpipes. But you're lucky. You got all the time in the world to practice.
Nowi: Lucky? Ha! I don't see what's so great about it.
Vaike: Gallopin' geldings, what I wouldn't give for an extra century or two! Then I know I could make my dream come true!
Nowi: Dream? What dream?
Vaike: To become the greatest warrior in the land and help the children of my old slum town. I want to improve their lot so they can help pull up folks around 'em. By the time I'm done, I'll have made life better for EVERYONE!
Nowi: Oh! What a wonderful dream!
Vaike: I was inspired by the exalt. She made a speech in my town once, see? But the thing is, I don't have enough time to make it all happen. If I had a few extra decades, I might be able to make somethin' of it.
Nowi: Hey, I have an idea! If you die before you fulfill your dream, I could take over! With the two of us together, I know we could make it come true.
Nowi: Keellaaaaaam! It's time to play hide-and-seek!
Kellam: Actually, you might not want to play that game with me.
Nowi: Don't you try to wriggle out of it. Your big sister orders you to play!
Kellam: Well, if you insist...
Nowi: I'm going to count to a million, so you run off and hide somewhere.
Kellam: A m-million?! Well, okay...
Nowi: OOONE.... TWOOOO... THREEEEE...
Kellam: I was afraid this might happen. I'm hungry and it's almost dark. She must've gone home by now... I'll give it five more minutes and then I'll come out and head for supper.
Nowi: Ah-HAH! Gotcha!
Kellam: Gah?! You were still looking?
Nowi: Well I HAD to find you, right? Otherwise you'd have been waiting forever! Sitting in a bush... All alone... Not a single friend to talk to... But don't worry about that, Little Brother! I'll NEVER leave you alone!
Nowi: Okay, your turn! Now you have to find me!
Kellam: Um, Nowi? It's dark, and I'm hungry, so maybe we can—
Nowi: Aww! Not again! Why are you so good at this stupid game?!
Kellam: Oh, I've had a lot of practice.
Nowi: But how do you hide so well? You have to teach me! Pleeease?!
Kellam: Aw, shucks, Nowi. I can't teach you, because I don't know. It just...happens. Our family was real poor, see? So my brothers and I had to share everything. But I was a mean kid who hated sharing, so we'd always get into fights. Eventually my family got tired of my selfishness and started ignoring me. Well, I got mad and they stayed mad, and now... Well, it's like I'm just not there.
Nowi: Oh, Kellam... That's the saddest thing I've ever heard in my life!
Kellam: It is?
Nowi: You may have had a family, but really you were all alone like me!
Kellam: Well, I suppose so. In a way.
Nowi: Well, never mind all that. I'm your sister now, and I KNOW you exist! So no more hiding from me, all right? ...Unless we're playing.
Kellam: Heh heh. This sister thing ain't half bad!
Nowi: Hey, Donny. You still have that stone from before?
Donnel: You mean my pa's stone? Course I do.
Nowi: Can I see it? I promise not to throw it! Pleeease? ...Oooh, it's so pretty. Is that why it's your most favorite treasure?
Donnel: Looks ain't got nothin' to do with it. The stone's part of a promise with my pa.
Nowi: A promise?
Donnel: He gave it to me back 'fore he died. He always loved rocks and stones and such, but this was his favorite. He said it had a kinda power in it, all hidden away. That it was greater than it looked. Reckon I don't quite understand all that, but it's what he believed. So I promised him that one day I'd figure it out and release that hidden power!
Nowi: Wow. I'm jealous.
Donnel: Of my stone? But you got one what turns ya into a dragon!
Nowi: No, of your promise with your father! I never knew my father. Never got to talk to him...
Donnel: I'm real sorry to hear that.
Nowi: Oh, but I do remember where I was born!
Donnel: Oh yeah? Where's that?
Nowi: I forget!
Donnel: Huh? But ya just said—
Nowi: No, I do remember, but just not right now. Next time I have it, I'll tell you!
Donnel: Er, I don't quite understand all that, but I guess I'll look forward to it.
Nowi: Hey, let's play! You're the most fun to play with around here!
Donnel: Aw, shucks, Nowi! I think yer a real hoot, too!
Nowi: No, left! Across the ocean and way to the left!
Donnel: I ain't sure I follow. You don't know any landmarks or nothin'?
Nowi: No, not really. I was kidnapped right after I was born.
Donnel: Oh, gosh! That's terrible!
Nowi: It's my dream to go back to my homeland someday.
Donnel: Oh yeah?
Nowi: I mean, maybe I've got friends and family there, right?!
Donnel: Well, if I find it first, I reckon I'll be sure to come runnin' and tell ya!
Nowi: You promise? Yay! Oh, oh! And if I find it, I'll come tell you, too!
Donnel: Now that there's a square deal!
Nowi: Yeah! I'm really hungry!
Donnel: ...I sure have trouble keepin' up with ya sometimes, Nowi. But if yer tummy's a'rumblin', I set me a trap a couple days ago. Wanna go see if we caught anythin'? If we got a rabbit, I'll fix ya a Donny special!
Nowi: Here you are, dear husband! I've made your supper.
Lon'qu: Munch, munch, munch. Chew. Swallow. Blech! This food is terrible!
Nowi: Eek! Dad's angry!
Lon'qu: Of course I am! How do you expect me to eat this pig swill?!
Nowi: It's all we can afford on your pathetic salary! Maybe you should pull your thumb out and start providing for this family! That's it! You're sleeping in the stables tonight!
Lon'qu: Very well. I shall attempt to earn more. ......
Nowi: ...... Lon'qu! You're doing it wrong! You're supposed to argue back!
Lon'qu: Are you sure this is the correct way to play house? It seems to me we should be doing things other than arguing all the time.
Nowi: Nope! This is totally the right way to play. Remember when I told you I didn't know what families actually do at home? Well, I went into town and spied on one of the families who live there.
Lon'qu: And this is how they acted?
Nowi: Yep! All the time! This game is totally based on reality!
Lon'qu: Do you think it's possible that the family you observed was not...typical?
Nowi: I dunno. Maybe. So what should a typical family do then?
Lon'qu: How should I know?
Nowi: Well if you don't know, then why can't we just play it my way? I'm going back to the game now. So, er, where was I? Oh, right... You're a lousy provider, husband! Oh, why didn't I marry the blacksmith?!
Nowi: Come on, put some effort into it! It's a boring argument if you just sit and sigh.
Lon'qu: I don't like this family you invented! Here, I have an idea. Why don't you go to town and spy on a few more families? Then we can compare them all and choose our favorite family to copy.
Nowi: I guess I could do that... But only if you come with me!
Lon'qu: If it stops you from berating me, I shall do as you ask.
Nowi: Yay! I bet no one's better at sneaking around people's houses than you!
Ricken: That wedding was so fun! I'm glad we got to go.
Nowi: Yep. It seemed like the whole village was celebrating!
Ricken: Even though they didn't really know who we were, they gave us so much food. It was like a harvest festival.
Nowi: A harvest festival? I haven't been to one of those in ages! Oh, I love festivals! People are laughing, and dancing, and eating tasty food!
Ricken: You like it when you're surrounded by lots of people, don't you?
Nowi: When I was young, which is a REALLY long time ago, I had no one to talk to. Sometimes, it got so lonely I thought I was the only person in the world. That's why whenever I see a party going on, I just HAVE to join in.
Ricken: You don't get lonely now, though, do you?
Nowi: Oh, no! Now I have lots of friends, and there's always someone to talk to! Like you! And Avatar! And all the other nice people in the army! But...
Ricken: But what?
Nowi: But someday, everyone is going to leave and go their separate ways, aren't they? And when that happens, I'll be alone again, just like before.
Ricken: No way! I'm not going to let that happen! In fact, when the war finishes, why don't we go on a tour of all the festivals we can find?
Nowi: Like, all around the whole world?
Ricken: Yeah! We'll invite the others and travel to every last corner of the map! Every single day would be a new festival with music and candied apples for all!
Nowi: Oh my gosh! We could try to see every festival in the world! Promise me, Ricken! Promise you'll take me on this tour!
Nowi: Don't play dumb with me! I saw all you men standing around earlier! You were voting on who's the best-looking girl in the Shepherds, Right?
Gaius: Oh, that. Yes, there may have been a bit of ranking going on. I'm not interested in that nonsense.
Nowi: Yeah, but you still haven't told me who you voted for!
Gaius: Yes, I did. I told you that I left. I didn't vote for anyone. While those fools were haggling, I went to the mess hall and stole their desserts. THAT'S what I call interesting.
Nowi: Okay, okay. I get it. You're not into that sort of thing. Good for you. But still, you must have a favorite type, right? I mean, every guy does! So, like, do you prefer older women? Blondes? Tall? Short? Chubby?
Gaius: Egads, but you're a persistent little creature. All right. I prefer older women. Satisfied? Now will you please stop talking so I can eat Chrom's dessert?
Nowi: Oh, what a coincidence! I'm older, so I must be your type!
Gaius: Huh? But... Oh, yeah. You're older than me. I always forget that. But most older women have a certain gravitas that you...lack.
Nowi: Hey, I'm over 1,000 years old! We don't come much older than that, you know.
Gaius: I'm not debating your actual age, kid. I'm just saying that... Well, the appeal of a mature woman is in her confidence and poise.
Gaius: You know, how you carry yourself. A poised woman has class and bearing, but still knows exactly what she wants.
Nowi: That? Oh, I've got poise, mister! Thousands of years' worth of it! I can't BELIEVE you don't think I have poise! I am SO mad at you right now! Ugh! The nerve, I swear...
Gaius: Hey there, kid. How's the dragon business treating— *sniff* *sniiiff* Oh, sweet flaming onions... What's that horrific stink?
Nowi: I put some perfume on! I think it gives me more poise.
Gaius: How much did you use? My eyes are burning up...
Nowi: Well, the whole bottle, of course. What did you expect?
Gaius: Er... If I say you have lots and lots of poise now, will you go wash that off? *cough*
Nowi: Really?! So I'm your type now? Being older and poised and everything?
Gaius: Um...sure. Absolutely and without hesitation. *hack, hack* *cough*
Nowi: Hee hee. Sounds like someone is in loooooove with me.
Gaius: Not likely.
Nowi: Rude! ...Also, why not?
Gaius: Look, I don't actually care about older women, all right? I just made that up on the spot so you'd leave me alone.
Nowi: ...Oh. Fine then. No, that's fine. Let's start over then. And this time, give me a serious answer. If I match the answer, it means you're totally in love with me and I win!
Gaius: Oh, for the love of... Fine. I like women who are broad-minded and tolerant of others. Which you aren't. So you lose.
Nowi: ...Broad-minded and taller than others? What's height got to do with it?
Gaius: No, that's not what... Gods, this is like discussing literature with a horse. Tolerant, Nowi. Tolerant. T-O-L-E-R-A-N-T. Someone who's kind, warm, and willing to embrace different cultures and ideas.
Nowi: Oh, I get it. Hey, if I turn into a dragon, I can embrace you AND keep you warm!
Gaius: Um...please don't? I like my bones to be solid and nonliquefied.
Nowi: Gods, you are SUCH a hard man to please... Just tell me what I can do, okay? And use normal-person words!
Gaius: Ugh, I'm no good with kids. Even kids that are a thousand years old...
Nowi: Thanks for the candied fig, Gaius. It was deeeeee-lish!
Gaius: I'm glad you liked it.
Nowi: Me too!
Gaius: Hey, did you ever find out who was voted most beautiful woman?
Nowi: Oh, that? Meh, I don't care.
Gaius: Huh? B-but you were following me around for weeks trying to find out! What about all those absurd questions you peppered me with?
Nowi: Well, that's because I wanted to know what YOU liked in a woman.
Gaius: Why do you care so much, anyway?
Nowi: Well...you know. Because...I like you. And I want you to like me, too!
Gaius: You...like me?
Nowi: Yeah! I mean, you pretend to be all grumpy all the time, but you're actually very nice. I mean, look at all the candied figs you made for me! You're always doing stuff like that. Slaving away on behalf of others.
Nowi: I know I don't have a lot of poise, and I'm actually kinda short... But I know if I try really hard, I'll eventually become the kind of woman you like. So that's what I'm gonna do. Even if it takes a hundred years!
Gaius: Cripes. I'll be pushing up daisies by that point!
Nowi: Oh, no—you're right. I hadn't thought about that... *Sniff* Then...I guess...I'll never be good enough...for you... I'll b-be alone and...and... *sniff* Waaaaaaaaah!
Gaius: Hey, come on, stop the blubbering. Oh, gods, please stop... Listen, Nowi. I know how you feel. And the thing is...I think I like you, too. I can't believe it, but it's true.
Nowi: B-b-but...what about the poise stuff? And being tolerant? And mature?
Gaius: Sometimes things that seem important actually aren't. You know?
Nowi: Really? So does that mean...um... You want to get married?
Gaius: You know what? Sure. Why not? Let's get hitched and see what happens.
Nowi: Yay! Till death do us, part! ...Well, until you die, anyway.
Gregor: Gregor's name is Gregor! ...But at least you are not calling him gramps.
Nowi: All right, so? What is it?
Gregor: You remember sweater you give to Gregor? Is very fine sweater. Best ever! Is helping to deflect dangerous blows in last battle. Gives Gregor peace of mind.
Nowi: Oh, goody! I'm glad you like it.
Gregor: Gregor is...not exactly say he is liking it.
Nowi: No? I kind of think you were.
Gregor: When Nowi makes sweater, how many scales is she using?
Nowi: Oh, I don't know. A few?
Gregor: Gregor not knowing this "few." Meaning is more than two, yes?
Nowi: Um, yeah. Definitely more than two.
Gregor: Now Gregor knows where you get scales. They come from Nowi's own body. But this must be hurting terribly, yes? And missing scales means no armor for you. Gregor grateful you make sacrifice for him, but is very foolhardy!
Nowi: But I just wanted to—
Gregor: Since you lose armor, we make new rule: you stay close to Gregor in battles.
Gregor: Nowi, in past days, you and Gregor are fighting many times side by side.
Nowi: I know, it's so fun! I'm doing my very best to protect you.
Gregor: No, is backward! Gregor protecting you! ...Ah, but never minding now. When allies fight together, bonds grow strong and become more powerful, yes? So Gregor thinks we should train together, becoming unbeatable force!
Nowi: What? Now? 'Cause see, I kinda promised to eat with Chrom and some friends. And I thought maybe you might want to come along? Pleeease?
Gregor: First we do training, then maybe we can do the visiting friends. You know saying? "Youth must work like dog to make future better!"
Nowi: ...Actually, I've never heard that one. Besides, I'm hardly a youth. You know that.
Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is sometimes forgetting you are old crone. Okay then, meddling Gregor will leave Nowi alone to her fun...
Nowi: Gregor, wait! Don't be upset.
Gregor: No! Gregor is old fool who is only thinking about self. Gregor tries to help you be stronger, but already you are smarter than Gregor.
Nowi: Oh, Gregor... You know, now that I think about it, I do want that special training!
Gregor: Oy, this is worse! You agree just to make old man not be feeling like sad sack!
Nowi: No! Look, you spend all this time worrying about me, so I should listen to your advice. I'm really grateful for the offer, okay? Honest! So let's train together.
Gregor: ...Nowi not pitying Gregor, yes? You swear on mother's grave?
Nowi: Really, I can't wait to train! It's such a great idea!
Libra: Ah! Careful there, Nowi! I didn't see you coming.
Nowi: Hey, what's this scar, Libra? Here on the back of your neck?
Libra: Don't touch it!
Nowi: Eep! S-sorry! Does it hurt?
Libra: N-no, it doesn't hurt. Not there, anyway. The wound has long since healed.
Nowi: So why aren't I allowed to touch it?
Libra: Because it might reopen a deeper wound that yet causes me pain.
Nowi: Like...inside your neck?
Libra: I'm speaking of a wound of the heart.
Nowi: Ooooooooh! I get it! ...Wait, so your heart hurts? Why?
Libra: When I was a child, I was raised far from the home of my parents. ...In truth, I was abandoned by them.
Nowi: Oh no, that's terrible! Why would your mother and father do that?
Libra: Perhaps they hated me. Perhaps they had a better reason. I do not know. When they left me at that place, I began to howl most piteously. I clung to my mother so desperately I had to be forced off... Which is when I sustained the scar you see now.
Nowi: *Sniff* That is so sad!
Libra: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. And it's long in the past now.
Nowi: Well, I don't care! I'm going to make you feel better!
Libra: How will you do that?
Nowi: Just like a cramp—I'm going to rub your heart until the pain goes away! So, er... Where do you humans keep your hearts, anyway?
Libra: I've spent years avoiding what lies within mine... I'm not entirely sure if I could find it again if I tried.
Nowi: Okay, fine. Then I'll help. We'll find out where your heart is hiding and get rid of the pain together!
Nowi: Huh? Is that you, Tharja? What are you doing?
Tharja: ...Strange. I cannot read through the shell that cloaks your mind.
Nowi: Dragons don't have shells, silly! They have scales and talons and stuff.
Tharja: Speaking of talons, I need some of your nail clippings. Just a sliver or two from the ends will suffice.
Nowi: Um...what for?
Tharja: Manakete talons are used in dark-mage divinations. I want to see what the future holds for me and Avatar.
Nowi: Oh my gosh, you can tell fortunes? That's amazing! Okay, wait. ...Oof! Here's a bag of all my toenail clippings! ...Yes, I saved them. Don't ask why. Long story. Slightly gross. But! If you take these, I get to ask the first fortune. Deal?
Tharja: *Yawn* I suppose you want me to find you your true love, yes?
Nowi: What? No! Don't you dare poke around in my love life! No, I want you to find out about my mom and dad. Like, where they are, and if they're safe, and all that. Can you do it?
Tharja: ...Yes. Give me your clippings, and I shall begin the preparations.
Nowi: Hee hee! Yaaaaaay! Minerva! One more time! One more time!
Cherche: I'm glad you and Minerva are having so much fun together, Nowi. But maybe it's time to stop wrestling and give Minerva a break. Minerva is powerful, yes, but you're a formidable foe yourself in dragon form.
Nowi: Oh, right. Sorry, Minerva! Did I tire you out?
Cherche: Poor Nowi. You still want to play, don't you?
Nowi: It's okay. I don't mind. Well, maybe I mind a little, but if Minerva is pooped, I'll just have to be patient.
Cherche: Perhaps I could take the place of Minerva?
Nowi: Are you crazy? I'm a dragon! I'll smoosh you into a paste!
Cherche: Oh, I don't know about that. I once bested Minerva, after all.
Nowi: What, really?
Cherche: Really. So you don't have to worry about scratching me with those claws, young lady.
Nowi: How's this? I'm not doing it too hard, am I?
Cherche: No, that's just perfect. Mmm, I had no idea you were so good at back massages.
Nowi: When you're as old as I am, you pick up lots of stuff. Anyway, I'm still really sorry I hit you so hard with my tail. I didn't think you'd go flying like that!
Cherche: A little to the left, please... Ahhhh, that's it. And don't worry. This isn't the first time a dragon smacked me.
Nowi: You know what I think? I think you made up that story about fighting Minerva. You just said that so I wouldn't feel bad about playing with you.
Cherche: Are you accusing me of spreading falsehoods, Nowi?
Nowi: What? No! ...Well, maybe a little bit. ...Okay, lift your head and turn.
Cherche: Oooooh, that feels good... Oh, and see the burn scar on my shoulder? Minerva did that when I captured her.
Nowi: Wow! You got hit by dragon fire and survived?!
Cherche: The thing is, when I first met Minerva, she was very weak. After that first puff, her fire was barely enough to singe my hair. If she'd been fully healthy, our fight would've turned out very differently.
Nowi: Hee hee. And after that first time, you grew to trust each other? Gosh, you're so lucky to have a friend like Minerva. I'm super jealous!
Cherche: She's a good girl to have around, that's for sure.
Nowi: Whew! I've been playing all day, and I'm pooped! What cute little kids!
Henry: I've seen them around. They're from one of the villages near the camp. But what do you mean, "cute little kids? Aren't you a kid, too?
Nowi: No! I'm an adult woman who's more than a thousand years older than you!
Henry: Oh, right! Nya ha ha! Sorry, short stuff!
Nowi: H-hey! Do you always speak to your elders like that?
Henry: Nope! Just you. After all, how many "elders" do you know who play hide-and-seek as much as you?
Nowi: What's wrong with hide-and-seek? It's fun! ...In fact, you should join us next time.
Nowi: Wait, really? Oh, that's so exciting! I've asked just about everyone in camp, but they always turn me down.
Henry: It's 'cause you're always so full of energy. "One more time, one more time, pleeease!" Most people just can't keep up with that kind of raw enthusiasm!
Nowi: I know, right? It's so annoying how quickly some people tire out. I mean, ten hours? Come on! That's like a warm-up! Do you know I haven't found a single playmate since I joined this dumb army? ...Until now, that is! Hee hee! We're going to play games from dawn to dusk!
Henry: I know how you feel! Ya know, I don't tell many people this, but I was kind of abandoned when I was young. My family ignored me completely, and I didn't have any playmates. But it was fine, because I learned to amuse myself! Oh, and make friends with animals.
Nowi: Then we're exactly the same! But now we have each other, right?
Henry: Jeepers! I don't think I've ever seen a gaggle of children run away so fast!
Nowi: ...I think I goofed up.
Henry: Well, yeah! How did you think they'd react to a dragon appearing in their midst?
Nowi: I just wanted to give them a ride on my back! I mean, everyone likes flying, right? *Sigh* They were absolutely terrified, huh? I suppose they won't play with us again.
Henry: Yep! They're probably quivering in fear under their beds and crying like babies. But no worries! There'll be more victim—er, that is, village kids—at our next camp.
Nowi: Kids are stupid! Why didn't they see it was just me in dragon form? And doesn't everyone want to play with a dragon? I mean, come on... Flying in the sky... Exchanging fire breath... Listening to my bloodcurdling roars...
Henry: If they exchanged fire breath with you, they'd end up as little clumps of charcoal.
Nowi: *Sigh* I wish I had some manakete friends. That would be more fun.
Henry: Well, I can't promise anything, but I might be able to conjure one up for you.
Nowi: You could?
Henry: Sure! I'll need to make some preparations first, though. Might take some time.
Nowi: Oh, that's fine! Everyone knows I'm the best at being patient!
Henry: Hey, Nowi. I've finally conjured up a plan that'll solve your problem.
Nowi: You mean about finding me a manakete friend?
Henry: Yep. And unlike the hologram, this will be a real live, talking, laughing dragon. The only catch is it's going to take time. ...Lots and lots of time.
Nowi: Aw, I don't care. Didn't I tell you I'm really good at being patient?
Henry: Okay. So first of all, you have to accept this.
Nowi: It's a ring...? What's this for?
Henry: Because you and I are going to get married! Chrom did that and he ended up with that cute little daughter. So my plan is, we'll get married and have a bunch of children. They're going to be part manakete, what with you being the mum and all. And then once they grow up, BAM! Manakete playmates for life!
Nowi: Gosh, Henry! That's ingenious! Why didn't I think of that? Hee hee! So I suppose this means we're going to be husband and wife?
Henry: Sure does! A lifetime of fun and games, coming right up!
Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's all just one big blank.
Nowi: Whatcha up to, Morgan?
Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties that we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate, it's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
Nowi: Oh yeah? That's an interesting take!
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Nowi: Hey, sure! I'd be happy to try! After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Nowi: Well, she's certainly got energy to spare...
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Nowi: Umm, I'm not so sure that head-smashing thing is the greatest idea... Why don't you try just staring at me? Maybe it'll help trigger something!
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"
Nowi: Er, riiight. Listen, maybe we should put this memory project to bed for today?
Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!
Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
Nowi: Aw, come on, Morgan. Don't cry.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Nowi: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I remember something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
Nowi: Sounds great! Take all the time you need—I'll be around for sure!
Nowi: Nah, look, look! See all the pretty flowers?! Let's go pick some and make flower necklaces! It'll be fun! SO much fun!
Nah: You go. As you can see, I'm busy right now.
Nowi: What is that, some kind of picture book? Let me see... Oh, boo! It's full of writing!
Nah: It's a book on the use of dragonstones in battle. I found it in the baggage train.
Nowi: Is it fun? Because it looks like the opposite of fun.
Nah: Of course it isn't "fun". But it's vital that I study these kinds of things.
Nowi: This army would be WAY better if we didn't have to do so much boring stuff.
Nah: Doubtless. But it's our duty to learn all the arcane secrets of our dragonstones. We have inherited a unique, and truly powerful, ability. We must cultivate and master it so that we can better serve our allies in battle.
Nowi: Ew. Do you always use such big words? I'm not use to thinking so hard! Why don't we run out to the woods and play a game before our brains melt?
Nah: Mother, you need to take this more seriously! We're in the midst of a war!
Nowi: I KNOW, silly. But thinking about it all the time isn't going to help me! The tougher things get, the more I laugh, and that makes everyone laugh, too. I think that's kind of my job here. To keep everyone smiling.
Nah: Wait. You think your role in this army is to play all the time?
Nowi: Exactamundo! So what do you say? Let's go play!
Nah: *Sigh* Well you certainly are good at your "job", I'll give you that...
Nah: Oh, darn. It's not here, either. Where can it be?
Nah: Oh, hello, Mother. Have you seen my dragonstone anywhere?
Nowi: D-dragonstone? Er, NO! Not a clue! I have no idea. Nope. None whatsoever.
Nah: ...You're a terrible liar.
Nowi: B-but I'm NOT lying! Ha ha. Ah ha...ha?
Nah: *Sigh* All right, Mother. What did you do with it?
Nowi: Nothing! ...I, er, just decided to look after it, is all.
Nah: Give it back! Honestly, how am I supposed to train without it?
Nowi: Oh, training, schmaining! Let's have some fun instead.
Nah: I don't want to have fun. I want to get stronger. If I don't, I'll never help win this war or earn my place in this army.
Nah: If I'm not helping people, then what's the point of even having me around? No real human wants to be friends with a half person who can't look after herself.
Nowi: Is that what you're worried about? But I'm here—and I'm a manakete! You don't have to prove something to the humans to be here with us. Manakete, taguel, human—everyone in this army is equal and in it together!
Nah: You truly believe that?
Nowi: I do. And more importantly, you're still very young for a manakete. You can't overuse the dragonstone. It's far too powerful for one of your age.
Nah: It's true that after a day of training I tend to feel terribly weak...
Nowi: I'm going to give it back to you, but I don't want to see you hurting yourself. You must promise me to only use it during actual battle. Do you hear me?
Nah: All right, Mother. I swear to use it more responsibly from now on.