Sakuramoria

Long historical lectures about the wild barbarian neighbors, introductory weapons training, wearing heavy armor instead of colorful dresses, and running around with shields instead of shopping – Nira should have expected something like this, but the reality was still a little more unpleasant than she would have liked. The noisy month of March was rapidly fading into the cheerful colors of the approaching summer, but it was hard to call this month filled with any truly interesting events, about which she had so foolishly talked at the opening ceremony.
Unexpectedly finding herself in front of a blank canvas in today's lesson, Nira noted with some regret that this was the first time in the past few weeks that she had the opportunity to do something at least remotely resembling her previous life. She herself was not particularly interested in fine arts, but she often visited various art galleries and exhibitions held in her native Utah.
At first, the girl wanted to depict something related to fashionable outfits, jewelry, and the hustle and bustle of the city, but for some reason, her thoughts began to flow in an unusual, highly abstract style.



—“The Blooming of Caoris,” Nira signed the finished drawing. —Changeable like the ever-changing currents of fashion, eclipsing the heavens like a girl eclipsing those around her with her beauty, blooming as often as a girl blossoms in a new outfit, a little awkward but charming in its own way, reaching for the sun like a person striving for success, promising holidays and good times, bringing joy and benefiting nature and people. 😊