☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- You're probably right, "art" isn't the right term. I had an acquaintance who... how should I put it? Look at this window, for example," he gestures towards one of the Carnelian windows, "he could break it, and then say that the pattern formed by the shards on the ground is his expression. The same can be said about low-quality works in any other field; they may be unpleasant to look at, but that doesn't stop them from being art. So, it's more about beauty, and it's fleeting. Look at yourself in the mirror – an attractive, young woman, but time will pass, and none of this will remain – smooth skin will be covered with wrinkles, hair will turn gray or fall out, breasts will sag, and so on. It's quite sad, but at the same time, it makes us appreciate this ephemeral beauty.

- That's great. I wish I had such a responsible wife.

- Enjoy your meal, everyone, boss! I see you've already done everything!
Beata runs up to the future performance area and inspects it critically. She walks through the rows of seats, checking the visibility of the stage from all locations, the sturdiness of the benches. She tests the fabric of the tent, assessing how much space there is inside and how easy it is to enter and exit. She measures the distance from the fire-eater's props to the tent with steps. She nudges the arena fence, checking its strength. Finally, she inspects the props, spins a few hoops, juggles some clubs, does a couple of somersaults on the bars, and finishes with a cartwheel across the diameter of the stage. Satisfied, Beata brushes off her hands and approaches the workers.
- Well done! - she gives a thumbs up. - Now, I'll wash my hands and have a bite to eat; I've been running around the city all morning, I'm as hungry as a harpy!
A few minutes later, Beata joins the meal.
- I hope you didn't wait too long for me while I was running around 😅