Scenario:Ilsa - Moonlit Shadows on Silver Snow
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Moonlit Shadows on Silver Snow
After stopping at a town along their travels, (Captain) and Ilsa find a mysterious red flower. A kind old woman tells them it is the diuturna, or the lasting flower, and informs them that the Diuturna Festival is happening that evening. The woman invites the two to her shop and fits Ilsa with a yukata designed to look like moonlit shadows falling over fresh snow. With the captain slipping on a yukata as well, the two head off to the festival.
While traveling through the skies, (Captain) and crew stop at a town that appears to be like any other.
Ilsa: What's this?
Ilsa stops to stare down at a single red flower lying in the middle of the street.
Ilsa: Did someone drop it?
Picking up the mysterious flower, Ilsa stares at it with furrowed brows.
Ilsa: Its petals remain attached, despite the flower having come off its stem. Perhaps it's an ornament of some sort.
Ilsa and (Captain) look around, trying to spot a potential owner, when a figure approaches.
Old Woman: My, oh my... Is that a diuturna you have there?
Ilsa: Are... you talking about this flower?
Old Woman: Yes. The diuturna, or the lasting flower, falls off as a whole blossom, instead of losing its petals one by one.
Ilsa: How strange... I've never heard of such a phenomenon before.
Old Woman: It's a property that seems to be unique to this flower, which doesn't grow on other islands.
Old Woman: If you're interested, would you like to attend the Diuturna Festival?
According to the elderly woman, the festival is set to happen tonight.
In addition to food and game stalls, attendees will be wearing yukata to enjoy the warm weather.
Ilsa: Well, it just so happens that I have no plans for the evening. What about you, (Captain)?
With a free schedule as well, (Captain) suggests that they attend together.
Ilsa: Then it's decided. I wonder if I still have time to find a yukata...
Old Woman: I'd be more than happy to help you choose something nice, as I happen to run a clothing store.
Ilsa: Thank you for the kind offer. I think I'll take you up on it.
Ilsa: (Captain), this might take a while, since I'm a bit selective with these kinds of things... What will you do in the meantime?
Ilsa: Heh... I hope you don't mind if I also come to you for advice on what to wear.
Old Woman: Hehehe... You two certainly get along well. Not everyone is so lucky to have such a reliable companion.
Inclining her head, the kind woman leads Ilsa and (Captain) toward her store.
Ilsa: ...
Ilsa: Nothing's wrong. I suppose I'm just curious...
Ilsa: Where did this diuturna come from?
Now that Ilsa mentions it, (Captain) notices that no other plants or trees nearby have blooms resembling the red flowers of a diuturna.
Old Woman: We're here. Come in, come in.
Before the two can debate the mystery further, the old woman waves them into her store.
Old Woman: Let's see... What sort of pattern should we try on you first?
Ilsa: There are so many choices, I'm not sure where to start.
Old Woman: Feel free to pick up the ones that catch your eye and see how they look on you.
Ilsa gazes over the rows of colorful fabrics in front of her, carefully drinking in each design.
Ilsa: The pink hues on this one are beautiful, but it might be a little too cute for my taste.
Ilsa: Oh! The threads here are masterfully dyed! Despite the lightness of the blue, the color stands out brilliantly...
Old Woman: Hehe, she's off in her own little world.
Old Woman: The thought of going to the festival with you must be making her very excited.
The old woman and the captain pass the time chatting while Ilsa peruses the store's selection.
Ilsa: I'm sorry for taking so long, (Captain). I've narrowed down everything to five choices.
Ilsa: Which of these do you like the most—
Ilsa: Oh...
Ilsa pauses as she lays out her options, her eyes focused on a design in the corner of the store.
Ilsa: This white... or silver, rather. I'm not sure how to describe it...
Old Woman: Ah, this one. It's woven from undyed silk and silver threads, to represent fresh snow glistening under moonlight. The darker portions portray shadows casted by the surrounding nature.
Old Woman: I must say, it's a fine piece that would look wonderful on you, young lady.
Ilsa: Well then... I'd like this design as my yukata.
Ilsa: I'm sorry, (Captain). I know I asked for your opinion, but my fate was sealed as soon as I saw it...
With the decision made, the two wait for the old woman to prepare the yukata.
Ilsa: Hehe, this is very comfortable. We're lucky we ran into such a wonderful tailor.
Ilsa and (Captain), both in yukatas, are now ready to attend the festival.
Ilsa: I'm flattered to hear it. At the very least, I won't be underdressed when standing next to you.
Seemingly refreshed by the change in clothes, Ilsa leads the way forward.
Ilsa: Heh... Hehe... You've got a lot of guts, saying that to my face.
Ilsa: I don't dislike that confidence, but I hope you're not throwing around a compliment like that lightly.
Lips curling, Ilsa brushes a hand against (Captain)'s hair, before turning around and leading the way forward.
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They travel past the main streets of the town, eventually going down a small path gently illuminated by lamplight.
Ilsa: Hmm... The festival's started, but there's not many people around.
Ilsa: Perhaps it's meant to be a more private affair? I wonder if it's all right for us to join in...
Ilsa: I could be overthinking this. We're here anyway, so we might as well enjoy it.
What started as picking up a flower off the street has turned into more of an adventure than either Ilsa or (Captain) expected.
The two continue down the path, excited to finally see what this Diuturna Festival is about.