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Oh look, Mako's on the scrolls. What fascinating wisdom will she regale you all with this time?

"Somehow, I did it again - that's two years running. Equestria, you are bad for my long-term memory."

...some context would be nice, Mako.

"Anyway, yeah, it seems to be a theme that I can't remember my birthday anymore. I turned 20 last month, so...go me?"

Pause for thought.

"...does this make me too old to be a magical girl? Am I a magical woman now?"

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"Hmm... Grass if I remember correctly has a few weaknesses, so maybe add a Steel element to it. That way, it'll have more protective power against certain troubles. Though that doesn't solve the vulnerability to fire..."

"Steel is kind of a tricky type - a lot of the Physical moves rely on anatomy humans don't have, and the Special moves are basically just lasers. It works better with, say...I think Water?"

Hmm.

"For Grass...I think by combining it with Ground we could get that battlefield control you wanted?"

"More ranged then," agreed Yayoi, moving the Water card over to the Steel card.

"And yeah, probably. It would prevent the opponent from utilizing a double-weakness for the time being."

Mako suddenly looks very serious.

"Ice."

"Ice? Oh... oh yeah it would be dangerous for them, would it?"

A nod, and then Mako stands up.

"I'm...gonna go get some milk."

"..." Concerned, she was worried that she had come across something that bothered Mako. Some kind of painful memory or even something she needed to get over.

A part of her wondered if she should follow Mako into the kitchen.

Sadly, the only thing telling Yayoi to follow Mako - after a brief waiting period, naturally - is her own thoughts.

And me, the narration. But I don't count.

Yeah, after a moment, she followed after Mako. "Mako? Is something wrong?"

Yeah uh Mako is hunched over in the corner of the room hyperventilating into a paper bag.

Something's wrong.

Oh dear, it's worse than she thought. Moving over, Yayoi tentatively reached over and rested her hoof on Mako's back. "Breathe," she urged. "I'm sorry for triggering bad memories."

The bag crumples in and out as Mako takes deep, deep breaths.

"I..."

"Mako? Take it slow. Don't force yourself." Said Yayoi.

Mako nods and continues to take deep breaths.

Slowly, she's calming down.

Waiting for Mako to calm herself, Yayoi rubbed her back carefully. "I'm not going to force a story, just tell me what you can?"

...what she can, huh? Mako carefully moves her vest down, exposing her back.

There are two long, parallel scars slashed across it, very obviously claw marks.

"...ice type..."

"I see."

Yayoi inspected the damage and added, "When did this happen?"

Mako's calmed down enough that she isn't using the bag anymore.

"I was...sixteen?"

"That's quite a while ago. It must have been bad."

Yayoi was tempted to hug her, but instead she carefully slid Mako's vest back on.

Good idea - absolutely do not hug her right now.

She'll just concentrate on getting herself together.

"Do you need anything? Warm water perhaps?" Asked Yayoi, moving over to the sink.

Mako's eyes are closed as she replies.

"There should be a hooftowel next to the sink, could you soak it in hot water, please?"

"Of course. One moment."

Moving over, she started to warm up the water. Testing it, she picked up the hooftowel and began to soak it until she couldn't stand it any more. Wringing it out, she passed it over.

"Here you go. I hope this helps."

Mako deftly folds the towel with the ease of long practice, takes off her hat, and drapes it over both ears.

"...sorry. Flashback."

"That's fine," said Yayoi, trying to give her as much support as possible. "You needed to deal with it, and I just want you to feel better."

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