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If you don't mind me asking... why are the three of you all different races?

Well, we're not blood-related...

All three of us were adopted.

Oh...

No need to look at me like that. It's not exactly taboo.

People come and go every year, some seeking a new life, some seeking romance.

Many leave in disappointment when they find that life here isn't all it's cracked up to be, leaving behind children like us.

I can tell your siblings love you.

It must seem strange to outsiders, but for me, family is family. Ties of blood aren't that important.

I don't know what my birth parents looked like. Maybe they abandoned me, or maybe they loved me, and got into an accident.

My new parents didn't hide anything from me. The little ones will be told the truth too, once they're a little older.

Adele looks at Harley, working in the shop, and Enis's siblings, who are already shadows in the distance. Everything is warm and peaceful, like a dream.

The obsidian feels heavy. She turns sideways and wipes away a teardrop from the corner of her eye.

And how long were you planning to hide it from me, Enis?

—Mom?

Alright, I admit, I have thought of remaking this place into a hot springs resort...

I promise I won't try to do it behind your back! I won't do anything without your permission—

Once you've gotten everything in order, once arrangements for our future have been made the way you wanted.

Then you'll leave your mother and siblings behind the way you clear a drunkard out of the bar, and find a place to wait for Oripathy to take you?

Is that the journey you've chosen for yourself?

...You knew?

I was waiting for you to tell me.

Mr. Enis, you're already—

I...

Well, blame me and my fat fingers... I got scratched by Originium when I was digging for obsidian at the volcano.

I thought I was good at climbing...

Yeah, I learned my lesson...

No, the only thing you learned to is to hide things from me, and you're not half as good as you think you are at it.

You've got that look on your face that says 'I'm gonna finish everything, go far away, and tell my blissfully ignorant mother everything in a farewell letter after I die.' You think it's cool.

I... I...

Now you've got that look on your face that says 'I can't even say that's not what's going on'.

I-I didn't think it was cool. I just felt like it's what I have to do as a big brother... as a part of this family.

After all, w-we're not...

Even if you didn't do anything, you'll still be their brother, and my son. There is no bargaining in love.

If you insist on bargaining with me about this, young man, let me tell you that you'll be working off your debt for a <i>long</i> time.

Oh, sorry, I thought some background music was in order for a scene like this.

Name's Byrd. Traveling troubadour.

Our resident singer now.

You can afford a resident singer?

No, but this one only wants to be paid a story.

Your Kazimierz story was wonderful. It helped a great deal in understanding the folk tunes of those parts.

Can I borrow your guitar?

Let me play a song.

The evening mist covers the town ♪

The rising new moon makes it look like a new place ♪

My favorite place exists only in my sweet memories ♪

I have nothing but my sweet memories ♪

So you came here.

How far can you see from here?

It's all dark... just empty seas.

Not being able to see means you can imagine!

There's actually an island on the far side of the sea, and everyone who leaves Siesta lives on the island.

I'm a little scared... when we grow up, will our parents and Enis leave us...

He won't!

Enis says we're an adventure team!

A team doesn't leave each other. We'll go back to Old Siesta, and many other places...

You can't tell there's something on Enis's mind?

What? How do you have something on a mind?

You're an idiot.

The girl stands up, gazes at the direction of the volcano, and yells with all her strength.

Hey—Old Siesta—

I miss you—

Will you stop being angry?

It's a loss for the Obsidian Festival that your performance was not part of it.

There's nothing to be lost. Siesta has heard my music many times. I don't need to compete for attention with young people at a music festival.

You're a Siestan with rock n' roll spirit.

In my case, I added the Siestan identity to a rock n' roll spirit.

Chuck and I met on our travels in Siesta.

We heard about the wondrous sight of the 'White Volcano,' how the entire volcano turns white like a marshmallow under certain weather conditions.

We spent a year in Siesta without seeing a sight of it, but we fell in love with the city and settled down here, opening a little shop.

If we couldn't find the 'White Volcano,' we could make one ourselves.

So that's how the shop got its name? I thought you two just came up with it on the fly.

Dr. Keller has talked about the legend of the White Volcano before... but does it really exist?

Might be snow if it's just the top of the mountain, but when you're talking about the whole mountain... I don't know of any phenomenon like that.

Whether it actually exists or not is not important. The scene of legends has taken root in new soil, even creating a new legend of its own—

What a beautiful story.

This reminds me of an old song that was written in Siesta.

May I?

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It's a long, long journey ♪

I write on a ship with a broken mast ♪

My home is a hundred miles behind me ♪

How charming is the summer sun ♪

The North Wind blows a hundred miles, visiting the first volcano ♪

We'll meet again, along the forgotten trail ♪

Oh! I remember now! This is it!

'The North Wind blows a hundred miles, visiting the first volcano ♪'!

That's the North Wind you're looking for?

Having a tune play itself over and over in your head but not being able to remember the lyrics is the seventh most painful thing in the world.

I'm feeling much better now! Thanks!

Adele? Who are you talking to?

Er... myself!

Just thinking about the 'North Wind' in the lyrics.

But Siesta is north of the ocean. It should be the south wind in the summer...

I'm reminded of a story about the songwriter. I think it was back in 1060?

His album, 'Lost,' tells the story of how he got lost in the hills on a camping trip and had to be rescued.

The album was a smash hit, and cemented how the singer 'couldn't find the north.'

Maybe he got his directions mixed up.

Is that all there is to it?

The events of the past can often feel like a joke. We just seeing a snapshot preserved in time, but the actual truth is elusive.