Abuela: I’m so proud you finally get to wear the mantle, querida!
Summer Moon: I think she’ll be the best guardian yet!
Rose Moon: Only because you’re pregnant.
Harvest Moon: Was I not a good Guardian?
Abuela: You were third best.
-everyone laughs, then Abuela begins to cough-
Gallica Rose: Alright, everyone. Your Abuela needs rest.
Abuela: Yes yes, but let me finish talking to Rose first.
Harvest Moon: Yes mama.
Rose Moon: You made me look beautiful, Abuelita!
Abuela: You really made it your own with the dress you made… *coughs*
Rose Moon: Abuela, don’t strain yourself.
Abuela: I’m getting old, Querida. Everything is a strain. But let me warn you before I take a nap: stay away from the old well.
Rose Moon: The well? But it’s never been an issue before.
Abuela: Now that you’re wearing the Guardian’s mantle, you might stir up an old resting ghost if you head there.
Rose Moon: Your old fiancée?
Abuela: That pony deserves to rest. Querida, promise me. Warn our future generations when it’s their turn, too.
Rose Moon: I promise, Abuelita.

















