Warnings: Mithos' sister complex, fluffiness.
Effects: A feeling of peacefulness and contentment.
"Martel!" Mithos called out to a gentle-looking woman with green hair as he walked into their home. "I got my test results back!"
"Did you, Mithos?" the woman, Martel, smiled. "May I see?"
With a cheerful laugh, the boy handed Martel the paper. "Here. I'm sure you'll be happy."
If the smile on her face widening was any indication, she was very happy. "Oh, Mithos," she said, patting him on the head. "You've done such a good job! You're so smart."
"But Martel," Mithos looked up at her with wide eyes. "You're much wiser than I am! You'd do so much better than I do!"
"Perhaps," the woman sighed, "but I couldn't go as far as you, Mithos. Sadly, most people don't think a woman are capable are doing the things a man can. You know that."
This irritated the boy. He looked away from her, to the floor. "But that's not fair! You're just as capable as they are!"
Martel chuckled. "Then it's our job to prove them wrong. You will help me, right, Mithos?"
Mithos nodded furiously, looking back to her. "Of course, Martel! Just because you're a woman doesn't mean you're below me! I promise, I'm going to change this world right alongside you! We're going to create equality for everyone, regardless of gender or anything else!"
"It makes me very happy to hear that..." the smile on Martel's face was kind and gentle, but also somewhat weary.
The blond hugged her tightly, with no intent of letting go quickly. "I love you, Martel..."
Martel hugged him back, so happy that he was there. "I love you too, Mithos... my dear, dear brother."