Meita

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;(First Meeting) :Meita: She gently caresses the waves of wheat, plowing the earth's chest. The wheat stalks sway, wishes never wavering... I'm writing a song. Would you like to sing it with me? :Meita: The people in the village say that listening to my song makes them happy while they work, making the wheat grow better. That makes me so happy! :Meita: I want to write more songs, letting them flow like the waves of wheat, carried by the wind to everyone's ears, touching their hearts. ---- ;(Greeting) :Meita: At the Flamecrest Festival, the bonfire burns, turning wishes into warm light. With sweat pouring down, the land beneath our feet points the way to our dreams... I've composed a new song. :Meita: The elders say wishes are like wheat stalks. They grow strong after being drenched with sweat and tended to by hand. :Meita: I want to grow steadily, just like the wheat... I dream of the day when I can stand on Cicia's stage and sing our village's songs to the masses...