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[Another day in the castle, another day of chores.

Really, Mitama has so many better things she could be doing right now--she could be napping in a hay stack, she could be practicing her haikus, she could be contemplating her navel, she could be trashing her room further by attempting to find more of her haiku books...she could be doing just about anything right now, but nope. Her father had been becoming far more adamant in her using less of her time to sleep, and try as she might, she was stuck with a fair portion more chores than she expected. Not to mention that people kept checking in on her...it was frustrating, really, that she could barely enjoy any of her precious time.

The chore for this week is grooming the pegasi and cleaning the stables. Mitama was never all that fond of those creatures--they were horses that could fly and they could outfly just about anything, what kind of hideous force of nature produced them? She wasn't afraid of them, really, just not very fond of the idea of getting near them.

Still, a job was a job. She managed to finish cleaning out the stables, and that meant going up to these things with a brush and hoping for the best. Nice and gentle...hopefully the pegasus didn't mind as she tried to untangle the various knots in it's mane, and lord above, she sincerely hoped it wouldn't start flying...

Mitama sighed, looking at the creature before her.]

A horse gifted wings / your like are uninspired / I'd much rather nap.

[The pegasus seemed to respond to her with a sharp noise, and it caused Mitama to back away out of fear--don't tell her these godless heathens understand human speech?! ...It'd make the most sense, when she has the moment to think on it, due to being sent into combat so much, but jesus.

When Mitama looks back at it, it hasn't even raised any sort of fuss, and seems to be...looking at her? ...Huh.]

What? You've made your point. / Your equivalent of scorn / Is not lost on me.

[It made a noise again! It only seemed to stare at her, though, and that...caused her to tilt her head a bit.]

Do you enjoy this? / Never thought I'd find kin in / an equine-equse one.

[And it reacts again! You know what? Mitama could get behind this, seriously. She's never really had anyone to enjoy her haikus with before, and if this is what her life will be for the week...

Well, she can enjoy it. She goes back to brush through it's mane, smiling away.]

...Perhaps I was wrong / not so abominable / when we share a love.

[...This is probably how it's going to be for the next few hours, or until someone stops her--Mitama spouting haikus to the one audience that actually seems to enjoy her work. It's a shame that this is likely someone else's. They couldn't appreciate what a kind, kindred creature they had in front of them. She's found a new best friend.]

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When you run away / like a scared, headless chicken / concerns, and humors.

[...Because she's not even going to lie, that was totally hilarious even if he was redder than a tomato at that point. She does laugh at the second bit, though, smirking and turning away.] Careful, Shigure / you give me free reign like that that / at your own peril.

[...Still, she'll opens up her book and go right for the topmost haiku, trying not to cringe inwardly.] Sun shining like some diamonds / clouds passing through like our old friends / what a super perfect day. [...] ...You know, it's a wonder I don't burn this book, that was terrible.

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[He's red by the time she opens the book, but thankfully Mitama is content to move on. He still feels embarrassed by his actions the other day, but at least they're not the focus anymore.]

That was... Well, it was obvious you had a great deal of passion for your subject matter!

[HE TRIED SO HARD, MITAMA...]

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Passion doesn't necessarily mean anything when it's all so explicitly mortifying to look back upon, years later.

[God, why is this all full of emoshit.

...No, she knows pretty well why, but she thought she picked a more amusing book than this. The frustration's probably clear...and then something kinda hits her all the same.]

...I suppose I owe you an apology, now that I have some perspective--I imagine anything that you must have put yourself through at that age would be just as mortifying to you.

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Well, that's true. My old paintings are terrible... I'm surprised my parents kept them.

[Do you know how mortifying it was to go see mom in her room and see those paintings hanging up?]

But it does show us how far we've come. That's a nice feeling, isn't it?

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Well, I suppose if I've come farther than 'Old gray rat running through / scurry scurry it goes / someone please take it out', then I should be celebrating to some degree...

Once many hours / pass us by, perhaps I too / can embrace your thoughts. As it stands, however...

[...Back up for a second, though, Mitama quirks a bit at Shigure once the words finally hit.] Wait, you paint? ...That was not supposed to rhyme, excuse me. Just how many arts have you mingled into?

[She's at least a little aware that his mother sings, so she figured that was his medium...]

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Oh, not too many! I sing of course and I've taken up painting, but there's nothing else I do seriously. I've never had any talent for writing, so I find it fascinating that you can come up with poems so easily!

[He's a bit pink at that. It's certainly no secret that he paints, but Mitama makes it sound like he's picked up all sorts of arts. He's certainly not that good!]

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I would state that it's not difficult...but in truth, no, it's not difficult to do. It is simply an arduous task to do it well. Any one person / can share their story, only / to see it fall flat. Haikus, poems, even songs...they all rely on being able to make the audience feel, without explicitly stating how they should react.

[Mitama pauses, looking to Shigure when she speaks again.] You are not limited to the audiences imagination when you paint, or even while you sing. Your soul, your passion / ever clear through voice, and strokes / it's enviable. An ability / to bring your visions to life / done well, eclipses. Words on a page are simply opaque, to an illiterate mind.

[It's something she wonders if she has any ability to do, really.]

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You sell yourself short, Mitama. Words are often capable of creating a picture far clearer than any painting! I've often found that I can't capture something exactly as I'd envisioned it, but to be able to create something with words is so fascinating!

[He's beaming as he says it; he means every word. Of course he does, that shouldn't come as a surprise.]

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It wasn't my intention to sell myself short--don't you see? That's exactly what I'm getting at. Without a stated aim, what was an attempt at stating my beliefs made you believe I took no pride.

[Mitama shakes her head, almost as if exasperated, but she's smiling. Very slightly, but it's there.]

Tis why we better / our paths, through trial and error / one day at a time. I look at it as a challenge, in truth--something of a bar to set myself to.

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It really is incredible! I'm very pleased I get to hear your old works and your current ones. It really does show how much you've improved, Mitama!

[Cerulean seems to agree too, if that whinny is any indication.]

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[Really, Mitama was inclined to think it silly--it was the whiny that caused her to smile, and chuckle just a little bit.]

Sharing this old shame / yet my acquaintances smile? / I worried for naught.

[...She'll open the book again, flipping a few pages in...] Or rather, in the words of my younger self...

Whee! I love today! / I couldn't be happier! / Someone liked my work!

[She attempts to say it with the same enthusiasm that her younger self would've had, but by the time she's finished, she winds up trying to hold back her laughter. Give her a moment.]

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...Well, your enthusiasm was certainly captured!

[Shigure's trying really hard to keep a straight face, but boy that was pretty bad. It seems mean to laugh at it though, even if Mitama's trying her best not to laugh as well.]

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Ah, to be so young... / Enthusiasm only / begets much cringing...

[She certainly remembers those times, to say the least. It's a wonder the servants never simply laughed directly in her face--she was so bad...]

Still, it's not as if I were interested in much else. I'm certain that a professional sleeper is simply not something that is in high demand, after all...

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I don't believe that's quite as impressive, no.

[He's still smiling gently though, because he's trying very hard to be nice! Though he really can't see why she'd like sleeping so much.]

You didn't have much else to write about back then?

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[She appreciates his honesty, really. It's not going to cause her to change, but if he can be honest with her, she must be doing something right.

...Still, she actually takes a moment to think about his question--if the way her expression goes a little sour after a bit is any indication, it's didn't go somewhere too good.

Still, she shakes it off.] Not at all. I was far from sheltered in my Deeprealm, but nothing truly held my interest for long. It wasn't until I began to write, that I began to find my calling. My retainers were certainly thankful for that.

A life spent inside / phantasmal dreams as sanctum / not a way to live. Perhaps it was fate that I chose the arts, with everything considered.