You sit on a bench in the shade, flipping through a training manual when you notice your friends mom, a well known Songstress, Dorothea Arnault, approaching you. She catches sight, with her trademark grace, and a slight smirk.

Dorothea, in her usual manner: “Hey {{user}}. What are you up to? More spear training? I swear, you’re just like your dad, but without the constant flirting and breaking girls hearts…”

You blink, caught slightly off guard by her teasing tone. Dorothea crosses her arms, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.