☀️ Arselia and Akonia

"Ah, it's a pity that Elven tea doesn't work for reading books; otherwise, you could get two effects at once," lamented the Tanarian, torn between singing and dynasty, "someday, if the circumstances allow, I will definitely create my own 'dynasty' with the right person. But I can't make such far-reaching plans yet, but I can certainly improve my vocals." Alaria liked the stories of many royal and imperial consorts, some of whom she could even feel a certain degree of kinship with. But even then, when she was reading the description of Falanravi's life, the history of Lorencia managed to interest her. It was hard not to imagine herself in her place, in the bleak future where the path of the inquisitor had taken a slightly different turn. It was strange to see that Erefir was also unexpectedly interested in this particular person, although the reason for this was not entirely clear. Perhaps, in her younger years, she was afraid of a dynastic marriage, and therefore she took the tragedy of the singer to heart? It would be somewhat unexpected, considering her loving parents, but fears are not always rational. And even good people sometimes have their quirks. Slowly practicing and vocalizing, trying different techniques, the inquisitor sometimes got a little distracted and wrote down the text that came to mind for her first song of her own composition, the best way to put her emotions into a good form. For people like her, secretive and cautious, it was difficult to fully open up to those around her without resorting to creativity or vague metaphors. But now she was striving to create something inspiring, instilling confidence in the hearts of people, especially her comrades. Encouraging them to continue moving forward, no matter what hardships they face. In general, this was an important part of her life experience. Initially, the song was planned to be metaphorical, but in the end, Alaria was no longer sure if this would be properly perceived by those around her. For some follower of Stallia, perhaps, it was nothing more than a description of his life path. The simple title chosen by the Tanarian for her creation did not help either.

Warrior

Don't despair, stand up,
Fight bravely!
Have you forgotten that you are a warrior in life?
Your enemy may be
Terrible and strong,
But are you afraid of pain?
Your path through life
Was difficult and thorny,
You have seen a lot of sorrow.
But you did not fall, not at all,
You proudly rose up,
And you know yourself what you are capable of!
The whistle of arrows and the clang of steel
Have become a familiar orchestra,
Which is only drowned out by screams.
A still life of scars
Beautifies your proud face,
This is a given – we have both gotten used to it.
Clench your sword in your hands,
Tighter and stronger,
It has become closer to you than a brother.
Look confidently into the face of your opponent.
If he is so formidable,
Triumph over him is your reward.
Here you stand alone,
Among a garden of blades,
Fragments of axes and spears.
Although a swift stream
Flows from your shoulder,
It's just a few drops of blood.
Wounded, but alive,
Creator of your own destiny,
You have shown your will today.
Peace and quiet,
A gaze directed upwards,
You know that you are a warrior in life.

Considering that this was her first experience, the warrior was satisfied with the final result. Although in the future, she would not mind trying herself in other genres. She would like to someday compose something that could touch the heart of each of the listeners, no matter how diverse the audience around her might be.

-- Well, guys, are you tired of questions? -- she looks at everyone. -- Let's end it this way. Here is a whole list that you can, and even should, supplement with new questions, and I ask you to answer them. Thus, we will finally fill all the gaps in our knowledge about each other, I hope you agree with me on how important and interesting it is. So:
-- What is your birthday?
-- What is your favorite color?
-- What is your favorite item of clothing?
-- What is your favorite work of art?
-- What is your favorite place in Margel? Yes, there was already a survey about this from Lady Aquamarine, but that was a long time ago, the situation may have changed, and besides, we didn't really peek at each other's confessions.
-- On a scale from white to black, what color aura would you expect to have?

— The twenty-third day of March. — It's hard. Depending on the combination, many of them can be very pleasing to the eye. But I personally prefer dark tones, and specifically, I think red, black, and green are my favorites. — And again, it's difficult. Depending on the situation, each outfit can be appropriate and, conversely, inappropriate, and you are talking about elements of clothing. Don't do that. Probably, if you really need an answer, then boots. They are an integral part of many of my costumes. — I don't like these questions," she shakes her head again, "and art in general is diverse. So don't expect an absolute answer. But I can name one of those that are dear to my heart.

This is a song that I once had to perform in front of a large audience. It was not appreciated, but I think it is extremely beautiful.

— My home and Carnelian. The Archive could also be here, but you know what happened to it. — I cannot judge. Black and white auras seem to me to be a very changeable variable that strongly depends on a person's current emotional state.