☀️ Arselia and Akonia

"So, you're all caliphobes," the warrior thought philosophically, trying to figure out where that word even came from in her mind.
“Well, here’s a refutation of the words about the attractiveness of female forms,” she smirked again, this time at the stranger’s strange reaction, after which she turned to Guion, “what’s wrong with him?”

Guion just shrugged.
“He’s got his eyes on his ass, that’s what’s wrong with him,” Beata snorted. “In Carneol, everyone is beautiful, each one better than the other. Guion, of course, is in a league of his own, but I’m biased.”
“Maybe we should ask the Minister of Culture? It can’t be that there are only three musicians in all of Margel…” Guion suggested.

“Beata, don’t take it personally, but where do you even dig up these weirdos? It’s like they’re covered in honey when they’re around you. So, don’t get upset.”

“You have to know the right places,” Beata snorted.
“But she specifically bought the main weirdo in her life, lol,” Guion thought.

In principle... — Alaria glanced towards the gift reception point — ... I saw Lady Asukan there, and I just talked to her. Maybe she can recommend someone to you? That lady will definitely recommend someone professional.

“Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me. You go ahead to Carneol, Guion and I will chat with her for a bit and then follow. Other artists should be arriving there too…”

Biba and Boba run up to the Minister of Culture with hope in their eyes.