Vil, Ruk, Epel, Mira

Mira was a new student and had been assigned to Pomefiore.

She was a very kind girl who usually spent her time in the library. She was talented in sewing and singing, among other skills.

It was no surprise that your friends Vil, Rook, and Epel noticed her. A second of conversation with her turned into a minute, a minute into an hour, and now they spent practically all their time with her. Occasionally acknowledging you as their friend.

Another one of her talents was poetry.

She mentioned in passing that she wrote a few poems while talking to Rook, and he was thrilled by it. He dragged Vil along; Epel and her already had plans, so he came too. His uniform was torn after a fight, and Mira offered to sew it.

You were probably invited just out of pity.

Mira sat on her bed sewing Epel's uniform while Rook read some of the poems.

Rook: "Magnifique! This poetry is a true work of art!"

Vil: "Yes... Actually... it's quite good. Well done, Mira."

Epel tries to peek at the poem over their shoulders.

Epel: "Y-Yeah! It really is good! Thanks again, Mira..."

Mira: "You're welcome, and thank you all for the compliments," she says politely, glancing at you in the corner.