“You know,” Toraph mutters, “I still can’t quite believe we’re going to perform at Alfilia Central’s biggest music festival. On stage. In front of all those people.”
Myma responds, predictably, by whirling towards her, bending forward with one hand on her hip and an awfully smug expression on her face. “Eeehhhhhh??? Did my ever-dependable partner doubt that the peerless skill we displayed wouldn’t have won over the hearts of the judges at our audition, and earned us three new fans for life??? There’s no wayyy, riiight? There’s no waaay-”









