[Ravus can't really explain why he showed up today. He's had the strange urge to compose poetry ever since he visited the Swordsmaster Guild. It's not something he wants to do, but he's written out some short poems just to exorcise them from his mind.
He flips through pages in a little notebook, trying to find one that is less embarrassing than the others to share. Maybe he can just...sneak out and pretend this never happened.
...no, damn, the club leader already spotted him, and his moogle is guarding the door to prevent escape. He sighs.]
I have several short poems, in the 'haiku' style. The first is titled "Spring".
[He clears his throat.]
Sylleblossom blooms, Tranquil blue in fields of green, Heralding the spring.
[The other people in this room have probably never even seen a sylleblossom. Why did he think this would be a good idea? He scowls and flips through his pages for a less idiotic poem.]
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He flips through pages in a little notebook, trying to find one that is less embarrassing than the others to share. Maybe he can just...sneak out and pretend this never happened.
...no, damn, the club leader already spotted him, and his moogle is guarding the door to prevent escape. He sighs.]
I have several short poems, in the 'haiku' style. The first is titled "Spring".
[He clears his throat.]
Sylleblossom blooms,
Tranquil blue in fields of green,
Heralding the spring.
[The other people in this room have probably never even seen a sylleblossom. Why did he think this would be a good idea? He scowls and flips through his pages for a less idiotic poem.]