The Poet: 1-9 A Free Bird

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Idris will be heading for distant, unknown lands aboard Sinbad's ship. On his departure date, Gina and Kahir stare at the sea with high expectations for Full Moon Kingdom's future.

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Imperial Poet

Dialogue Choices

Kahir: When that day comes, will you stand by my side like you do now, Gina?

• Nod candidly
• Mischievously shake your head

Transcript

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• It rains all night, and the sound of the storm outside is hard to ignore.
• As soon as I close my eyes, my mind conjures an image of Idris walking in the rain.

• Early in the morning, Idris visits Sinbad's mansion to say goodbye.
• Idris: I'm sorry you had to come all this way, Your Highness...

• Kahir: It's no trouble. You have a long journey ahead of you, and I wanted to wish you well in person.

• Kahir: If you insist on going alone, please accept some money to help with the journey.

• Idris: You are too kind to me, Your Highness.

• Idris: As you said, it's a long journey. Money will only weigh me down.

• Kahir: I don't mean to insult your dignity. This isn't a handout, it's a gift.

• Kahir: If the money allows you to write more poetry on your journey, it will be a blessing to the Full Moon Kingdom.

• Idris: Your faith in me is the only gift I need, Your Highness.

• Idris: I can make it on my own, thank you.

• Sinbad: Let's bring an end to this awkwardness, my friends. There's something I'd like to say.

• Sinbad: Since the day I met you, Idris, you've never cared about material things.

• Sinbad: You've lived in poverty, yet you're a man rich at heart.

• Idris smiles and nods.
• Idris: This is the only way I know to exist in the world.

• Sinbad: As it happens, I too have the heart of a wanderer.

• Sinbad: Your grandfather's homeland is far from here, but there's no place my ships can't reach.

• You: Sinbad, are you saying...?

• Sinbad: I see you've caught on, Gina.

• Sinbad: Idris, I happen to have a ship going that way. Why don't we go together? Perhaps we can help each other?

• Idris: It sounds great, but...

• Sinbad: Mind you, this isn't charity. You'll need to contribute.

• Sinbad: You'll have to work on the ship, but you'll be paid, of course.

• Sinbad: What do you think?

• Idris: If I can earn my way, then I accept.

• Sinbad: Then we have a deal.

• While Sinbad and Idris leave to make final preparations for the trip, I suddenly remember something.
• You: That's not where Idris is headed...

• You: Kahir hears my murmurs and gives me a knowing smile.

• On the way here, I happened to overhear Sinbad talking with his crew.
• Kahir: I suppose he changed his route for Idris's sake.

• Kahir: Warmth wells up in my heart.

• Sinbad really is wise. There's still a lot I could learn from him.
• Kahir: On the day of Sinbad's and Idris's departure, Kahir and I meet up to give them a final farewell.

• In the distance, the indigo sea and azure sky seem to merge into one.

• After staring at it for a while, I feel blue too.
• I stand on the shore and wave goodbye to Sinbad and Idris. By the time the ship has left, my arm feels like it's about to fall off.
• When the ship disappears on the horizon, I hear Kahir sigh heavily.
• The palace is so big, but not big enough to hold the wandering heart of a poet.
• Kahir: Idris faced some hurdles, but he's finally headed down the path that suits him best.

• You: All thanks to you and Sinbad.

• You: I have some idea of what your ideal Full Moon Kingdom looks like, Kahir. I wish you luck with your plans for reform.

• You: The sea churns.

• The waves crash upon the shore where the rocks have long since been rounded by the ocean.
• It's said that the capital of the Full Moon Kingdom is the most prosperous city in the desert.
• Kahir: But how many people like Idris are struggling in the slums, hidden from view?

• Kahir: If the kingdom were a place that cared for everyone, no one would want to leave.

• Kahir: Maybe some people are better suited for faraway places, like Sinbad and his crew.

• You: But no matter how far the journey may be, the ship will always return.

• You: I earnestly believe your vision will come true.

• Kahir: I won't give up, no matter how difficult things get.

• Kahir: I hope the Full Moon Kingdom will become a great empire one day, one that is truly enlightened and diverse.

• You: I look forward to that day, Kahir.

• Kahir: When that day comes, will you stand by my side like you do now, Gina?

Nod candidly

• You: Yes!

• I nod and smile. Together, Kahir and I gaze into the distance.

Mischievously shake your head

• You: I can't say for sure.

• You: I might decide to travel the world like Sinbad.

• I lower my gaze and look away.

• The sea is calm once again. Fog rolls toward the horizon.
• Kahir: Gina, would it have been better if I never did any of this for Idris?

• Kahir: Did the experience of being a court poet only serve to bring him misery?

• You: On the contrary, I think he was inspired by his time as court poet.

• You: Whether it was the agony of being out of place or the cultural gems he unearthed in the Royal Library...

• You: If he hadn't experienced what he did, it might have taken him longer to discover what he wanted.

• Kahir: To be honest, I envy Idris.

• Kahir: Not everyone has a distant homeland to lure them on an adventure.

• Kahir and I stand in contemplative silence, looking out over the vast ocean.
• I can feel him dwelling on the complexity of the tasks ahead.
• Seagulls call out from the skies. The undulating waves crash. And I hear something else... A voice drifting over the water...
• You: (That sounds like the voice of a poet's heart.)

• Both my tongue and my sword are incredibly sharp, but my tongue can pierce what my sword cannot harm.
• The words on the tip of my tongue should be drawn; instead, I place them behind and move on.
• The words of my tongue that never strike ears are forever in the clouds, hiding in fear.
• My story is born beneath overcast skies and soars with the wind toward the heavenly light.
• The clouds hear the tale; the storms are their tears that hide all the joys and the sorrows of years.
• The oasis awakes in the rain and gives ear, and yet it sings songs all the time with great cheer.
• The oasis knows people's great dreams and deep woes. I'll follow it now; whence I came I shall go.
• The oasis grown wild that doth hear what I tell, it's the tongue that I use to recite the poem of farewell.

Ending [A Poem of Sand and Gravel]