Knights of Tezoth

Elegance

"A personality maintaining a mask of dignity in public, yet a mystery how they would behave, should an innocent maiden find herself at their feet, beyond the public arena..."
— A milord of restrained qualities, a knight of cold rejection; his gaze is heavy and his face scarred from forgotten battles. The universal experience of sorrow and the cold breeze of wisdom in his gaze, however, are too much for my nature. 3

"Innocently friendly, like all figures of the region. She hides a true stream of thought behind vegetable aggression."
— A lady of pleasant appearance, who does not hesitate to skillfully emphasize it with elegant attire. The windy hurricane of her thoughts, however, remains a mystery. 3

— A knight of sweetly familiar colors, whose words of encouragement give cheer to sandy gladiators. I visually note our similarities as an aesthetically skilled warrior; in reality, however, I cannot verify this guess. 4

— An all-seeing judge, whose fearsome appearance is not at all similar to a titled crown. However, there is a lack of brightness in the finishing of the attire, as if the portrait was sculpted by an artificial master. 3

"A smile lures with friendliness; yet the steel of a dagger glitters in hand for a reason... One moment he amuses you with a story; the next he separates head from body in an alley, without changing his cheerful demeanor."
— The optimism of life's joys, the shine of friendly respect, the soul sees a secret intellect behind the reflection of snow-white bast shoes. The volume of the doublet may be confusing; however, that is a woman's affair to attract glances with the beauty of the figure. 3

"With her shyly serious appearance, she evokes nothing but the utmost tenderness; a rare emotion is alien in the hypocritical light of heights."
— An air of sincere trust emanates from the sad messenger of joy; one rarely spots a personality to whom one has no fear of entrusting one's soul. The gem sparkles with the refinement of true all-encompassing beauty; being familiar with the jeweler's arts, I observe the limitless potential for cutting. 5

— There is no doubt, milady has the most unique external appearance among the present ladies; her skills are even more incomparable. However, the experience of the hardships of adventure, a thousand-year-old languid gaze that does not recognize the kind light of the sun, is constraining. 4

— The aesthetic rite of windy optimism is naive and soft; perhaps milady is the most feminine of all the characters in this story. The heart, however, senses the warlike grin of an iron arrow and the invisible shade of sorrowful vigil. 4

"This milord reeks of narcissistic insolence; one should thank the universe that he at least does not hide his boorish appearance."
— To receive such a gaze and treatment as a noble reward for a lady — except for a person of a special disposition — would be a true sorrow. 2

— The face on the high throne burns with frosty facelessness; the mind sees gaining the favor of the snowy milady as an unapproachable task. 3

— The collected appearance is pleasant; one cannot find fault with the harmony of clothes and figure in their ideal complement. The boredom on the face, however, even if it is hypocritical towards me, I still leave this remark. 4

"His speeches are well-structured, his gestures and approach are beautiful, and his ethical style is not modest; such cavaliers crush the dreams of naive maidens with the finest deception."
— Milord Sincere is handsome, not lacking in gallant manners, fills the mind with flattering speeches, and heals the soul from hidden sorrow with dance. I leave a less than perfect score only because a cavalier in the fantasies of innocent ladies should have a burning shadow of mystery, leaving a step of an unattainable ideal, to strive to ascend for the sake of the stream of dreams. 4

— Eh, at this hour I would like to climb softly onto a cushion of fillet and kill myself with forgotten sleep; or be crushed in between like an overripe watermelon...
Turning around, Alsira notices an unfamiliar servant who uttered this comment, already lost in the crowd of guests a moment later.
— The beauty of purple hair, matching amethyst eyes; the lady's attire, perhaps overly reluctant to constrain the shine of the finest forms; the appearance is outlined with cordiality, yet the burning hearth of wise knowledge in the gaze is not forgotten. 4

— It is difficult to find a fitting assessment: the dance is peculiar with notes of culmination, it will undoubtedly find its aesthetes; however, the attire is confusing with its simple dullness. 3