Wesley Snaps

Wesley and Marissa sits on the grass, watching some of the elves finish the Wing Ceremony. Wesley watches the race intently, while Marissa, who's lying on the ground, stares dreamily into the sky. "Ugh. Why does this matter?" she groans. Wesley glares at her.
"The Wing Ceremony is a test of skills to see which youth is ready to become a knight and go into more advanced training. Plus, the winner gets a sailcloth from Zelda at the end of the ceremony." Marissa sits up and brushes grass off of her hair.
"Sailcloth? What's that?" she asks. Wesley stands and paces, clearly annoyed with her.
"It's this parachute like bit of fabric the knights use to break their fall when diving off of the Loftwings." His attention is snapped away as cheering erupts from the crowd. One of the elves, a teenage boy on a crimson Loftwing, flies over to the statue of the Goddess and lands. He speaks for a moment with the girl standing on top of the statue and she hands him a bit of folded fabric. She gets really close to him and leans in. Marissa watches intently.
"Are they gonna kiss?" she asks hopefully. Wesley smirks and says nothing. A shout is heard from the statue as the boy is pushed off and plummets to the ground. At the last second, he holds up the sailcloth, which expands and safely floats him to the ground. 
"Does that answer your question?" Wesley teases. Marissa glares up at Zelda. 
"That girl knows nothing about flirting, does she?! I mean, really! You're supposed to at least go out before trying to kill him!" The other elves scowl at her, but she doesn't pay them any attention. "Look, if this game is about flying around and clouds, how does this even qualify to be a story? Really?" Wesleys opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it.
"Marissa, you need to consider that all stories don't start exciting right away. Maybe if you had a little more patience, you would realize that. And maybe you wouldn't have looked inside realms you know you were forbidden to go near!" he remarks. Marissa bristles up.
"Hey! You didn't have to stand there all night while these portals just lied there, as if beckoning me to explore. I'm curious, okay?!" she counters.
"Right, because that never gets anyone killed. Ever. And by the way, I dd have to stand there all night. I'm actually surprised you didn't see me! RiverFlyte asked me to watch you. And now I see why! You are a clumsy little fool, Marissa! How you ever became a full agent is beyond me! You should have heard what TrailBlaiser was saying. Even she was reluctant to promote you! Her own apprentice! You're a pathetic excuse for an agent and you always will be!" Wesley finishes his rant and realizes the situation. The villagers stand back in silence, while tears well up in Marissa's eyes. Her artifact glows lavender, but fizzles out. She runs off, sobbing. Wesley's frustration burns again for a moment, and he instantly regret his next words as they leave his mouth. "It's your fault we're stuck here! And no one's coming to save you this time!"