Ple-Sen
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Standing in front of the mirror, Alaria thoughtfully looked at her reflection. Even someone like her was graciously granted a second chance, after sharing all the truth. And not by just anyone, but by the planet itself, according to the Patriarch. Now, the main thing was not to squander this chance. Perhaps she should start with something small. Not to indulge in self-flagellation. To stop blaming herself for everything that had happened. It was difficult, especially in situations where she was truly at fault. And most importantly, to find the line where this wouldn't turn into indifference.
The Tanarrian woman looked directly into her reflection's eyes. Green, just like the color of her soul. But... had they always been like that? Now, trying to remember her photos from her home world, this detail stubbornly slipped from her memory. All she could think of was that demonic image from her dreams – her "evil" self, and not any of her old selves. Did Evgeny Kripov know something she didn't? His question about humanity was too specific. Perhaps she should ask the Patriarch about it. She hadn't thought of it. She could, of course, pay a second visit, but it wouldn't be good to distract a busy man from his work. Especially after the assessment he gave of her existence in this world. Unless, in the future, their paths crossed again and his opinion changed.
The girl looked at her reflection again. Young. Beautiful. Athletic. There were indeed prospects in this world. And there was something to strive for. Perhaps, against the backdrop of Evgeny or that nun, she looked impressive. Especially from the perspective of someone not accustomed to physical labor. However, against the backdrop of that young man they passed in the Church, she didn't stand out too much. So, it was a relative matter. Perhaps the problem was in the way the question was posed? There was a difference between "there is something to strive for" and "I am too weak," especially coming from a mare like her. People like Castor L. Celena go through life with their heads held high, without having any physical or magical abilities, and she can at least stand up for herself. She probably needs to change this way of thinking. But it's easier said than done when all her flaws are staring her in the face.
She should start with something like that, while keeping that promise in mind. True strength of character is revealed in the darkness, where no one sees you. She would, of course, like to believe that difficult times would not come, but experience suggested otherwise. Maybe not right now or in a couple of months, but sooner or later something will happen. Even in that Margel with its creepy manager, who opened a branch of "Ikigai" for his spoiled daughter. That's definitely a name that should have warned of trouble. It never led to anything good. Never.
But for now, there had been enough speculation, otherwise she could miss out on life. She should start by finishing her exploration of the city, where there were still unexplored places. That "Ideal," for example, was rumored to have changed owners. Perhaps the range of services had also changed. It was a little sad that she hadn't been able to visit it during her first visit, and now there would be nothing to compare it to. And then she could do something useful for her body and soul, physical or intellectual work, or try to visit the newly opened clinic. She needed to find a way to deal with her fear of water.
Going to "Ideal".
The Tanarrian woman looked directly into her reflection's eyes. Green, just like the color of her soul. But... had they always been like that? Now, trying to remember her photos from her home world, this detail stubbornly slipped from her memory. All she could think of was that demonic image from her dreams – her "evil" self, and not any of her old selves. Did Evgeny Kripov know something she didn't? His question about humanity was too specific. Perhaps she should ask the Patriarch about it. She hadn't thought of it. She could, of course, pay a second visit, but it wouldn't be good to distract a busy man from his work. Especially after the assessment he gave of her existence in this world. Unless, in the future, their paths crossed again and his opinion changed.
The girl looked at her reflection again. Young. Beautiful. Athletic. There were indeed prospects in this world. And there was something to strive for. Perhaps, against the backdrop of Evgeny or that nun, she looked impressive. Especially from the perspective of someone not accustomed to physical labor. However, against the backdrop of that young man they passed in the Church, she didn't stand out too much. So, it was a relative matter. Perhaps the problem was in the way the question was posed? There was a difference between "there is something to strive for" and "I am too weak," especially coming from a mare like her. People like Castor L. Celena go through life with their heads held high, without having any physical or magical abilities, and she can at least stand up for herself. She probably needs to change this way of thinking. But it's easier said than done when all her flaws are staring her in the face.
She should start with something like that, while keeping that promise in mind. True strength of character is revealed in the darkness, where no one sees you. She would, of course, like to believe that difficult times would not come, but experience suggested otherwise. Maybe not right now or in a couple of months, but sooner or later something will happen. Even in that Margel with its creepy manager, who opened a branch of "Ikigai" for his spoiled daughter. That's definitely a name that should have warned of trouble. It never led to anything good. Never.
But for now, there had been enough speculation, otherwise she could miss out on life. She should start by finishing her exploration of the city, where there were still unexplored places. That "Ideal," for example, was rumored to have changed owners. Perhaps the range of services had also changed. It was a little sad that she hadn't been able to visit it during her first visit, and now there would be nothing to compare it to. And then she could do something useful for her body and soul, physical or intellectual work, or try to visit the newly opened clinic. She needed to find a way to deal with her fear of water.
Going to "Ideal".