☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Erephir noticed the curious Alaria and smiled at her battle companion. The redhead clearly couldn't hide the fact that, after some hesitation, she lingered especially long on the pages dedicated to the melodious Lorencia. The singer was famous and had clearly left her mark on the culture of Marge. Perhaps she was happier on stage than in her marriage. Perhaps art is capable of brightening even the life of a songbird in a cage. Moreover, it will brighten an already rich life, multiplying all the colors and brightness. Without a doubt, many would choose such a lady of the heart among the queens, one who could emphasize and develop the talents that the reader already possesses, but Linelle could not. She was too enthusiastic, too insatiable. Before, when she wanted to "write a song," the nosenrot was not at all sure that she would perform it herself, but now she was so inspired that it was impossible to extinguish. Besides... Well, what about these extra moves and attacks, is that the way of a Knight? Can't the same thing be trained in other ways? She had a unique opportunity to extract sounds from her chest that would resonate with her very soul, so that her muscles would move in time with something unknown, something mystical, causing awe and terror in physicists and mages. Not to mention serenades. But that's for later. For now, she had to follow detailed instructions, developing her breathing, lip movements, and tongue in a completely unfamiliar way. Or perhaps a little familiar? After all, intonation was important before in conveying thoughts to others, but now it was a different level, because using sound, she had to control her feelings. Pfft, after practicing her voice a little, she ran to her room, as she was initially a little embarrassed by the possible imperfections of this new craft. But... the song based on that poem captivated her. It was... perhaps a little selfish, unfortunately, few on Anush will share such feelings with her. But specifically in the case of the heroine, it was absolutely right, she felt it. It was time to inwardly thank Queen Lorencia, who turned out to be the most wonderful, the most stellar, the most romantic, the most inspiring of all. To thank her and tune her inner, and in some places slightly bold, brutal, as Belyana once said, notes to the text. Diary entry (no experience), music and voice approximately as in the video: Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. I found a clean river, my lucky day: It's time to wash away the blood, I'll light a fire and cook some soup. An explosion, a shadow fell on the world, everything went awry -- I'll extinguish the embers, give a chance, and I will burn myself. Don't know the future, Guess the trap around the corner. How will I forge my heart into steel, Break it as much as you want. The beauty of a maiden... Inertia. Let's hurry up and be heroes Until the universe meets its end. In the clouds of the sorcerer's mist My dream shines brighter! Let the device of a good blade Neutralize the poison of a scorpion, the roar of a lion. Strength. Hardness. Speed. Will. Sharp eye. Beauty. In them alone lives the truth -- But love cannot replace it. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Volcano, the whistle of explosive wind, thunder in the distance, Let the fury of the elements drown out my song! I will forget the enemy's liter of blood, I will run on to fight the monster. Earth, stand still, I will push myself, my time is running out, my time is running out! Look how my sword shines! It strikes down unrighteousness. I want the moment to become eternal, To take your heart for myself. Love is beautiful in the final gaze! Let's hurry up and be heroes Until the universe meets the dawn. The jubilant legions of darkness at this hour Are not waiting for my blade! You appreciate the property of your armor That deflects fire, the fangs of beasts. Strength. Hardness. Speed. Will. Sharp eye. Beauty. In them alone lives the truth -- But love cannot replace it. Peace? Comfort? I don't need it. When my path is not firm Why watch it? Peace? Comfort? I don't need it, leave it. Strength. Hardness. Speed. Will. Sharp eye. Beauty. In them alone lives the truth -- Only add love to them. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death. Acceleration. Forward. Victory or death.