Scenario:Ewiyar - The Enraptured Cat Is Pleased!
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The Enraptured Cat Is Pleased!
Tired of the bustling crowds, Ewiyar makes her way to the town outskirts. She bemoans the fact that no one is out searching for her even after she has disappeared. The cat—without a shred of remorse—looks back on the moment she destroyed the curtains and huffs over Lyria's reaction. Wanting to forget the day's happenings, Ewiyar makes herself comfortable in some straw baskets she finds tucked away behind a house. However, she soon finds herself being whisked away, basket and all, as a local thug attempts to elicit funds from the resident weaver.
After having jumped off the ship, Ewiyar finds herself in the nearby town.
The peculiar cat blends right into the commotion, but her mood soon sours.
Ewiyar: (Sigh... There are far too many mortals here.)
Ewiyar: (And not one of them is showing the least bit of reverence for me!)
Ewiyar: (Total ignoramuses, the lot of them! Do they not understand that the cute and amazing Ewiyar is right in front of them?)
Ewiyar: Meow...
Exhausted by the crowds, the tired kitty staggers toward a row of run-down stands at the edge of town.
Ewiyar: (Ugh... Mortals just love to move in herds, don't they? Simply looking at them wearies me.)
Ewiyar: Meow...
Ewiyar: (The singularity, the girl of the gate... They're both totally useless!)
Ewiyar: (I've been gone for minutes—minutes!—and no one has yet to come find me!)
Ewiyar: (I've not heard a single member of that crew call out my name! The sheer negligence!)
Ewiyar: ...
Ewiyar: (Especially that girl in blue! I can't get that look of hers out of my mind!)
Ewiyar: (She's the one who should be fretting over me!)
Ewiyar: (Why should the mighty Ewiyar care about her, anyway?)
Ewiyar: (Grrr...)
Ewiyar: (Enough! A nice catnap will rid my mind of all that nonsense!)
Ewiyar looks around in search of a good spot to doze, and something promising soon catches her gaze.
Ewiyar: Meow!
Ewiyar: (Aha, that will make a lovely bed.)
Ewiyar: (Whoever made it shall be honored to have me sleep in it!)
The drowsy cat finds an assortment of woven containers in a stranger's backyard. She picks one, squeezes into its snug frame, and closes her eyes.
Ewiyar: Meooow...
Ewiyar: (Hm?)
Ewiyar: (Did somebody... say something? Whoever it is, away with you...)
Ewiyar: ...
Nestled comfortably in her bed, Ewiyar ignores the agitated voices of two men arguing loudly in the background and falls asleep.
The argument escalates and both men begin shouting.
Weaver: Please, I'm begging you! Just leave me and my shop alone!
Thug: Hey, shut yer trap! A deadbeat who hasn't paid me back in full ain't got the right to make demands!
Weaver: But I already paid you back ages ago!
Thug: Have you now? That didn't even cover the interest!
Weaver: You crook! This is outrageous!
Thug: Listen, I'm doin' ya a favor selling off this junk you call handicrafts!
Thug: You should be on your knees thankin' me, not crying over these baskets, ya ingrate!
Weaver: Argh!
Thug: Instead of yammerin' on and on, why don't you use this precious time to make something that'll sell!
The thug loads the weaver's wares into his cart outside and leaves.
Ewiyar: Nya... Snore...
Deep asleep, Ewiyar fails to realize that her bed is being whisked away—with her in it.
The Enraptured Cat Is Pleased!: Scene 2
Ewiyar dreams of being given the cold shoulder by (Captain), Lyria, and the other crew members. As she murmurs in her sleep, the thug claims the weaver's baskets as his own and tries to make a quick rupie charging outrageous prices to a passerby tourist. Awoken by the loud voices, an enraged Ewiyar blasts the thug away with a strong gust of wind.
Ewiyar murmurs in her sleep as her basket is carted through the crowds.
Ewiyar: Me... ow...
Ewiyar: Singularity!
Having found (Captain), Ewiyar exerts her commanding presence by rubbing against the captain's legs.
Ewiyar: I shall allow you the privilege of stroking my ears!
Ewiyar: Well? Go on then!
Ewiyar: Meow?
(Captain), not missing a beat, steps aside and continues walking.
Ewiyar: Meow? Meooow!
Ewiyar: Such insolence after I deigned to let you touch my head!
Ewiyar: Hmph, suit yourself! Just don't come crying back to me later!
Grumbling, an angry Ewiyar heads into the airship.
The flustered cat walks past the dining hall and notices Lyria laying out an amazing assortment of delicacies.
Ewiyar: Meow!
Ewiyar: Girl in Blue! I'll do you the honor of tasting that!
Ewiyar: Bring me your finest dish!
Ewiyar jumps atop the table, but Lyria continues her work without giving the needy cat a second thought.
Ewiyar: Listen here!
Ewiyar: Grrr... How dare you! I know you have ears!
Ewiyar: I demand you feed me right this instant!
In a fit of frustration, the impatient cat attempts to swipe a bit for herself. But Lyria promptly scoops her up and removes her from the room.
Ewiyar: Meow!
Ewiyar: Release me at once! How dare you—
Ewiyar: Shut the door in my face...
Ewiyar: The absolute gall! My hackles have never been raised so!
Ewiyar: You shall rue this day, Girl in Blue!
The fluffy ball of fury searches the airship for a more devoted mortal, only to be greeted by fool after fool.
Ewiyar: Meow...
Ewiyar: Why?
Ewiyar: I am venerable. I am glorious. I am cute! Why do they not revere me as they should?
Ewiyar: These unrefined rodents! They should be indulging my every whim!
Ewiyar: How shameless! An affront to nature itself!
In a desperate bid for attention, the aggrieved Ewiyar wriggles about in the middle of the hallway—but to no avail.
Ewiyar: Hiss... Meorw...
Ewiyar: Why should I deserve this...
Ewiyar: Meo... Meow...
Groaning in her sleep, Ewiyar continues on her unintended journey and arrives at the market.
Tourist: Ohhh, what nice straw baskets. Excuse me, how much for one of these?
Thug: A fine eye you have! You're in luck. You can buy one for a mere 10,000 rupies.
Tourist: What! That's rather steep for a basket. I don't think I can afford paying that much.
Thug: Hey!
Tourist: Eep!
Thug: You grime up my wares with your filthy hands and refuse to buy anythin'? You better pay up!
Ewiyar's Voice: Ugh... Meowr...
Ewiyar's Voice: Silence!
Thug: Gah! Who said that? Where are ya!
Tourist: Aaagh! Somebody help!
Thug: Hey, hold it!
Thug: Blasted wind! Scared off my next meal!
Ewiyar: What in the Sky Realm is all this fuss!
Thug: Wha? Did that cat just talk?
Ewiyar: I am no mere cat! I am Ewiyar, Emerald of the Six Dragons!
Ewiyar: And your incessant caterwauling ruined my nap!
Ewiyar: Could you be any more unpleasant? I'll have you pay dearly for your misdeeds!
Thug: You sure are high and mighty for a talkin' kitty...
Thug: I'm gonna make a fortune sellin' you off!
Ewiyar: Know your place, you lowlife!
Ewiyar: You should have kept your idiotic comments to yourself!
Ewiyar: Behold my power... I'll feed you to the howling winds!
Ewiyar: Meooorw!
Thug: Gagh!
Ewiyar: Meow, meow!
The Enraptured Cat Is Pleased!: Scene 3
Ewiyar sits atop her newly defeated foe, and the weaver appears before the two of them shortly thereafter. The proud cat, assuming the weaver to be an accomplice, readies a second round of tempests but is promptly put to a stop by Hazen. As a priest of the wind god, he admonishes Ewiyar, telling her that, as wonderful as she is, those who possess a heart like hers must also share that same value. Though not completely convinced, Ewiyar listens and reflects upon his words.
Tourist: Some vacation this is turning out to be...
Hazen: Hm? It looks like you're hurt. I can have a look at those injuries, if you'd like.
Tourist: Ah, a priest. That would be great, thank you.
Hazen: The wound is a shallow one. I'll fix you right up.
Tourist: Thank you again. Some storekeep was talking up a storm, and before I knew it, I was actually swept off my feet.
Tourist: But it's thanks to those winds that I was able to get away from that scummy salesman—a blessing in disguise, perhaps.
Hazen: A fraudulent salesman, you say... Did he happen to be selling some straw-woven products?
Tourist: Yes, that's the guy!
Hazen: I'm on the right trail then... If you would be so kind, could you inform me of this swindler's whereabouts?
After ascertaining the seller's location, Hazen swiftly makes his way toward the market's outskirts.
Ewiyar: Meow!
Thug: Urgh.
Having utterly humiliated the thug, Ewiyar sits atop the defeated victim, proudly puffing out her chest.
Ewiyar: Consider yourself judged!
Weaver: What's going on? Am I... Am I dreaming?
Ewiyar: That voice... I've heard it somewhere.
Ewiyar: Ah, right. You were this man's accomplice, weren't you? You too will face my judgment!
Weaver: Wait! No! I-I tried to stop him!
Ewiyar: Save your breath!
Moments before Ewiyar unleashes yet another round of tempest winds in a fit of draconic wrath...
Hazen: Stop.
A large hand grabs the mad kitty by her nape, cutting short her tantrum.
Ewiyar: Meow!
Hazen: You look down from your throne because you possess such power, don't you, Emerald Dragon?
Ewiyar: That's right! And since you seem to be aware of my importance, I suggest you unhand me immediately!
Hazen: I'm afraid I can't do that. It is my duty as a priest of the wind god to stop you from harming that man.
Ewiyar: A priest of the wind god, you say?
Ewiyar: I don't know how you mortals pay respect to your gods, but I am the wedge of this world's zephyrs.
Ewiyar: The being to whom you owe the highest respect is none other than me, Ewiyar!
Hazen: I am well aware that the wind blows in whatever direction it pleases.
Hazen: But if you, in a moment of self-conceit, direct your power towards the weak and helpless...
Hazen: Then I have no choice but to stop your foolishness, even if I must personally pay the price.
Ewiyar: ...
Hazen: Ewiyar, I implore you. Be a wind I wish to follow, not one against which I must fight.
Hazen: I understand you are a powerful being. But even a mighty dragon possesses a heart, no? Surely you are above such shows of strength.
Ewiyar: What I do is for me to decide. My existence is beyond your mortal comprehension.
Hazen: That it is. And I cannot even begin to fathom your power.
Hazen: However, this artisan's heart beats as surely as yours. Your life may be a miracle, but so is his.
Hazen: When it is possible to communicate, so too is it possible to show compassion.
Hazen: By choosing instead to reject and harm, you may find that, too, reciprocal.
Ewiyar: Hrrrgh. Why must you speak in riddles, mortal?
Ewiyar: No matter. You've lost my interest. I shall let you handle the rest!
Hazen: Very well. Leave it to me.
Ewiyar: (Am I really like them?)
Ewiyar: (But I am Ewiyar—a being without equal!)
Ewiyar: (Even if I do possess a heart not completely unlike a mortal's, we are incomparable!)
Ewiyar: (With the difference being...)
Ewiyar: (Hrm... I can't quite put my paw on it...)
The Enraptured Cat Is Pleased!: Scene 4
Ewiyar recounts the incidents surrounding the damaged curtains to Hazen, who urges her to apologize for her misdeeds. The two make their way back to the Grandcypher, where they find Lyria patching up the fabric. Lyria suggests that they buy a new set of curtains, and the remorseful cat—expressing her regret—offers to accompany her. Thus marks the beginning of the high and mighty Ewiyar's journey as she navigates the ins and outs of building bonds in her new form.
After handing the ruffian over to the guards, Hazen returns to the wind-battered stalls to clean up Ewiyar's mess.
Hazen: And that's the last of it.
Hazen: Thank you so much for helping out.
Weaver: Well, truth be told... I kind of started this whole thing...
The weaver reveals he borrowed money from the thug, but despite paying off his debts, the unscrupulous financier endlessly demanded more.
Hazen: You poor soul...
Weaver: With all these fancy new commodities always coming out, we weavers have been having a hard time staying open.
Weaver: To be quite honest, I was thinking about closing the shutters on my business as well.
Ewiyar: Closing?
Ewiyar: Then before you give up for good, make me a bed!
Weaver: A bed?
Ewiyar: Exactly. You made something earlier—a pot or basket, I can't tell—but what I do know is that it was a perfect vessel for a midday nap.
Weaver: Is that so?
Hazen: So... a cat bed? That would be a rather novel use for these.
Weaver: That's right, it sure would! This could be my golden ticket.
Weaver: Perhaps I should try one more product before calling it quits.
Ewiyar: Rejoice! The almighty Ewiyar shall grace you by testing your new product.
Weaver: Haha, thanks, li'l kitty.
Weaver: Still can't believe talking cats exist. What are the odds?
Hazen: You'd be surprised at how many enigmatic wonders these blue skies hold. A talking cat is merely one of them.
Hazen: Well then, shall we make our way back to the airship?
Ewiyar: If you must insist on it, I suppose I could grace them once more.
Hazen: You seem less than enthused. Did something happen?
Ewiyar: It's not my fault! It's the girl in blue! She's the one who made that indescribable face.
Ewiyar recounts to Hazen the events of her tearing the curtain off the wall, rod and all.
Hazen: Hm. Have you since apologized for what you did?
Ewiyar: Why should I!
Hazen: There are many reasons we apologize. One of them is selfish: it helps us to clear our own conscience.
Ewiyar: Hrm...
Hazen: I will repair the curtain rod for you. However, only you can apologize for what was done.
Ewiyar: ...
Ewiyar: Let's go then.
Hazen: Hm?
Ewiyar: I said let's go!
Ewiyar: I am allowing you to accompany me back, priest of the wind god!
Hazen: Very well. Let us make haste.
Having obtained a promise from the weaver to send a cat bed for testing, Ewiyar and Hazen return to the airship.
Lyria: Welcome back, Hazen. Oh! It looks like Ewiyar's here too! Did you two go out together?
Ewiyar: Hmph! Were you not even aware that I had left?
Lyria: Sorry. My hands were full fixing the curtains...
Ewiyar: Ah...
Hazen: Goodness. I was told the rod had broken, but it appears the curtains were ripped as well.
Lyria: We've been using them for a while now, so the fabric has thinned out a fair bit. That's probably why they ripped so easily.
Lyria: I've patched them up for now, but it might be better to just buy new ones later.
Ewiyar: New curtains?
Lyria: Yep! After we're done with this mission, I was thinking about going shopping with (Captain).
Ewiyar: Then I shall go with you!
Lyria: Huh? You want to join us?
Ewiyar: Who else but I could possibly pick out the absolute best curtains! Give praise!
Ewiyar: Consider this my apology.
Hazen: ...
Hazen: I suppose even the longest journeys must begin with a single step.
Lyria: Hehe, I wonder what it's like to go shopping with Ewiyar? Sounds fun!
Ewiyar: Of course it will be fun! Now pet me and bask in my benevolence!
Prideful though she may be, Ewiyar slowly but surely continues to solidify her bond with the crew.
And riding on her tailwinds, the newly inspired weaver designs the Cat's Lair—a hit product that would soon sweep throughout the island. But that is a story for another day.