conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  After the revolution, Claire and I moved away from the capital to begin our new life. While I’d proposed to her, and she’d accepted, same-sex marriage wasn’t yet legal in the country. The new government under Arla was in the middle of drawing up a constitution, and Claire and I had been invited to provide our expert opinions, but while there was a lot of support for popular democracy and a pacifist foreign policy, we couldn’t drum up much momentum for same-sex marriage. There had been some confusion caused by the transition to constitutional monarchy, but we’d at least managed to stave off invasion by the Nur Empire, mostly because Salas and his accomplices had been arrested, and Manaria had brought reinforcements from Sousse. Of course, our problems hadn’t ended there. The Mt. Sassal eruption had done a lot of damage, particularly to crop yields. Fortunately, we’d received enough aid from the Alpes and Sousse that it looked like it would get us through the winter. Claire and I had decided to stay at the Academy—not as students, but as instructors. Even though Claire was no longer a noble, she was an exceptionally skilled mage. The times were changing, and proficiency with magic was a valuable skill. The school had been searching far and wide for someone like Claire to train the exceptional mages of the future.
conversations.prefix: Action/Narration:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What’s wrong, Mother Rae?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Is there something on our faces?"
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "No, it’s nothing."
conversations.prefix: Mother Rae: