Camilla & Mitama C-A

C-support
Camilla: [smile] Mitama! Just the priestess I was looking for.
Mitama: [surprised] The ebon princess / with eyes like icy blades / she seeks Mitama?
Camilla: Oh! Why, you’re every bit as talented as I’d heard.
Camilla: [smile, closed eyes] Adorable, too!
Camilla: [neutral] So, how much?
Mitama: [sweat, neutral] …How much?
Camilla: [smile] For a commission, dear. Your poems are beautiful.
Mitama: [surprised] You wish to…
Mitama: [smile, closed eyes] What a simple task / a haiku for the princess / money for nothing.
Mitama: But what do you seek? / Songs of your conquest in war? / Or perhaps in love?
Camilla: Oh, nothing of the sort!
Camilla: I want you to write a book of haiku for my dear brothers and sisters.
Camilla: [smile, closed eyes] Xander, Leo, Elise, Avatar - and I mustn’t leave Azura out.
Camilla: I leave the number of stanza up to you, of course…
Camilla: [neutral] We can work out the pricing later, but how does this look as a preliminary figure?
Mitama: [surprised, sweat] That- that’s certainly enough …
Camilla: [smile] Wonderful! Now, you’ll need some reference material, won’t you?
Camilla: First, let me tell you all about my darling Avatar…

B-support
Mitama: … The black skies above us / Angry clouds of icy rain / They drift off like mist.
Mitama: For healed and whole / By the glow of dawn’s rays / The lost one is home.
Camilla: [smile, closed eyes, blush] Beautiful! Azura will love it!
Camilla: [smile, open eyes] Your teacher must be very proud.
Mitama: In quiet fields / no nattering Masters / only solitude.
Camilla: [surprised] Even more extraordinary!
Camilla: [sad] But… weren’t you lonely?
Mitama: Far from it. I had all the time I wanted to write, and no nagging Father to compel me to useless chores.
Mitama: A wallflower / not by fear of people / but by boredom.
Camilla: [smile] Heehee, you’re so very much like my dear brother Leo.
Camilla: Both of you would rather be locked away with dusty books than making friends at a soiree.
Camilla: Speaking of Leo, whatever did you come up with for him?
Mitama: [frown, sweat] …Well…
Mitama: [closed eyes, frown, sweat] That terrible foe / rears its head again / writer’s block.
Camilla: [surprised] Truly? But you wrote so effortlessly for Avatar and Azura.
Mitama: The verse ran free / for eldest, youngest / and fate-tossed two…
Mitama: [annoyed] But inspiration / for the sorcerer-prince / runs all too dry.
Camilla: [sad] I see.
Camilla: [annoyed, sweat] You’re not giving up, are you?
Mitama: Inspiration is gone. What else is Mitama to do?
Camilla: [frown] Find inspiration / or you may instead find / something sharper.
Camilla: [smile, closed eyes] Good luck, then!
[Camilla leaves]
Mitama: [worried] The rose’s thorns / and the ice-cool breeze / of a swinging axe…
Mitama: [closed eyes, frown] Brr…

A-support
Mitama: [worried] …
Camilla: [neutral] … It’s perfect.
Mitama: [surprised] Truly?
Camilla: [smile, closed eyes] You’ve put it all into words so perfectly.
Camilla: [eyes open, neutral] Tell me, Mitama, how do you do it?
Camilla: We’ve scarcely known each other at all, but you’ve taken all my love for them and…
Camilla: [smile] You’ve made it beautiful.
Mitama: [blush, surprised] I…
Mitama: [eyes closed, smile, blush] I should ask you the same!
Mitama: You didn’t gush about Leo the way you did Avatar, or look wistful as with Azura, so I assumed…
Mitama: But no!
Mitama: [neutral] So many siblings / most would play favourites / but not Camilla.
Mitama: She loves them all / in different ways / and equally so.
Camilla: [blush, smile] Oh, stop. If you had siblings as sweet as mine, you’d understand.
Mitama: But surely some must be sweeter than others? Funnier, more useful, easier to love?
Camilla: [eyes closed] No. It’s just as you say, dear.
Camilla: They’re all their own people, so of course I love them differently.
Camilla: [smile, eyes open] But none are more precious in my heart than all the others.
Camilla: I’m quite determined that remain the case.
Mitama: But why?
Mitama: [closed eyes, smile] Civil war brews / brother against sister / for the black throne?
Camilla: [sad] That would accord with history.
Camilla: [eyes closed, smile] But no. It’s nothing like that.
Camilla: Each of my sweet siblings has more than had the chance to kill off the rest.
Mitama: You trust them all / not just with your own life / but with each others’.
Camilla: Perceptive as ever!
Camilla: [sad] My mother was a ruthless woman. She wanted to be queen. Nothing less would suffice.
Camilla: [injured, closed eyes] Affection was a currency earned with blood. The best way to stay useful was to eliminate the competition.
Mitama: [sad] Lady Camilla…
Camilla: I will not be like her. I love them all.
Mitama: [smile] … From dark and cold / the hearthfire of kin / warms her heart.
Mitama: The lady of dusk / both rose and its thorns / she is war and love.
Camilla: [surprised, blush] …Oh my.
Mitama: Peerless warrior / beloved sister, and now / Mitama’s new muse.
Mitama: If you agree, of course.
Camilla: [smile] Aww, you’re so sweet. I’d be honoured!
Mitama: [surprised, blush] Ack! Such a tight hug / your bone-crushing strength / I can’t breathe!