Ple-Sen
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Somewhere during her travels through the sands.
Alaria firmly gripped Granhildr, one leg back and the other forward. The girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the world around her and on herself. It was a practiced action that she had repeated many times since her visit to Baldur's memorial. All of the Tanarisi's essence was directed towards one goal: igniting the flame of her soul and becoming a conduit for this energy. She had once been capable of something similar, but Melasar had made her forget how. But the technique of Tanaris was a more crude tool, aimed at subjugating the elements to her will. Whereas the path of Air was based on harmony with the element of fire, becoming one with it. You didn't try to tame the nature of the raging fire, but tried to understand it.
Now, for the first time in many weeks, the girl felt the fruits of her labor. The way the energy of the flame flowed through her body, merging with her very being. It was hard not to feel enthusiasm for these seemingly familiar, yet alien sensations. But Alaria perfectly understood that if she succumbed to these emotions now, the harmony could be disrupted. It was important to maintain clarity of mind. Without opening her eyes, the Tanarisi moved one leg back, the other forward, and made a wide swing with her sword, the blade of which left a long fiery trail in the air. A trail of pure, primordial flame. Perhaps this was her first major success in trying to make up for what she had lost. It was a good start, but she clearly had a long way to go. More than one, even. But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy her successes. You had to start small. In a way, she should probably thank herself for keeping a diary – it helped her remember the past and organize her thoughts.
Alaria firmly gripped Granhildr, one leg back and the other forward. The girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the world around her and on herself. It was a practiced action that she had repeated many times since her visit to Baldur's memorial. All of the Tanarisi's essence was directed towards one goal: igniting the flame of her soul and becoming a conduit for this energy. She had once been capable of something similar, but Melasar had made her forget how. But the technique of Tanaris was a more crude tool, aimed at subjugating the elements to her will. Whereas the path of Air was based on harmony with the element of fire, becoming one with it. You didn't try to tame the nature of the raging fire, but tried to understand it.
Now, for the first time in many weeks, the girl felt the fruits of her labor. The way the energy of the flame flowed through her body, merging with her very being. It was hard not to feel enthusiasm for these seemingly familiar, yet alien sensations. But Alaria perfectly understood that if she succumbed to these emotions now, the harmony could be disrupted. It was important to maintain clarity of mind. Without opening her eyes, the Tanarisi moved one leg back, the other forward, and made a wide swing with her sword, the blade of which left a long fiery trail in the air. A trail of pure, primordial flame. Perhaps this was her first major success in trying to make up for what she had lost. It was a good start, but she clearly had a long way to go. More than one, even. But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy her successes. You had to start small. In a way, she should probably thank herself for keeping a diary – it helped her remember the past and organize her thoughts.