conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Manaria assimilated to the school quickly.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Claire, you haven’t changed one bit.”
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I’m glad to see that you haven’t either, Sister.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Lady Manaria, please speak to me too.”
conversations.prefix: Pepi:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hey, Pepi, don’t butt in. I want to talk to Lady Manaria as well.”
conversations.prefix: Loretta:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Today, Manaria had joined Claire’s entourage for tea. It didn’t take long for her to win over every member of Claire’s coterie; I’d thought Claire might not appreciate that, but apparently, Manaria was a special case.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Thank you both, Pepi and Loretta. I’m so glad we can be friends.” Manaria’s royal pedigree was evinced by her social skills. She smiled suavely at the squealing girls rather than letting herself be overcome by their ardor—the exact opposite of someone I knew. I mean myself, of course.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That poem you composed in our last class—why did you choose the wording ‘I send this song to you’ instead of the standard ‘This sonnet I devote to you’?” one of them asked.
conversations.prefix: Girl 1:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s an older form of prosody. I drew inspiration from a verse by the ancient poet Aine.” Manaria proceeded to recite the poem in question.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I like Aine’s work too. Her Amour poems are particularly moving.”
conversations.prefix: Girl 2:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Ah, you must mean ‘Tip the Scales’? Gerle is also excellent when it comes to Amour poems.” Manaria was royalty, through and through—cultured and educated in the classics. I knew what she was talking about from playing the game, but I lacked the confidence to converse about these things as freely as she did. Manaria was on a completely different level from Claire’s entourage, right down to the elegance with which she tilted her teacup to her lips. The only person who didn’t look out of place next to her was Claire.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Why don’t you take a seat, Rae? Have tea with us,” Manaria invited.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s fine, Sister. Rae is a servant. It wouldn’t do for her to join us.” Claire made it immediately clear she didn’t want me in her circle, and that was fine. I liked that about her. But—
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Don’t say that, Claire. I’d like to get to know her,” Manaria said, prompting sour looks from Claire and her entourage.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Sister, Why are you so interested in this commoner?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Who cares about status? I want to know all about her."
conversations.prefix: Manaria: