Ple-Sen
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"This is all... for me? This is all... me? Really? So this is what a reward for an honest craft looks like? This is much, much more pleasant than a pile of money!"
- Thank you, thank you! - she bows and blows air kisses, stealthily wiping away tears of happiness. - I love you, Margel!!!
Meeting Alaria's gaze, she smirked slyly. In her head, a text was feverishly forming — something that wouldn't remind anyone of the tragedy that occurred during the night.
- Whew, it's a bit chilly today, isn't it? One just wants to return to the warm, gentle summer, that season blessed by Rufus. Alas, we are not powerful enough wizards to change one season for another, but if we cannot transport ourselves to summer, we shall invite a piece of summer to us and pay homage to the god of fire! After wandering through sunny Calcite, a truly hot piece of work has arrived among us! Get ready, it's going to be hot! On stage: a sultry woman, a poet's dream, Alaria — welcome!
"Still better than those passages about how we need to warm ourselves by a burning hearth and all that, which I had prepared initially," Beata's face showed that she regretted nothing.
Giyyon smiled guiltily at Alaria, apologizing for such frivolity on the part of his passion.
Alaria understood the looks of both her comrades, but she was not to be flustered by such a speech, so she only smiled slyly in response. Oh, if only Giyyon and Beata knew about those Reimi flyers... then, perhaps, Beata would have pushed for an alternative costume. Some kind of succubus look with a fiery whip, or something along those lines. On the contrary, the current speech was actually pleasant to hear. Even though the poet's dream was herself a bit of a poetess.
A piece of summer born in spring, dressed in her performance outfit, stepped onto the stage and, waving with both hands, greeted the audience, after which she set to work, using previous developments in time with the new music.
Previous developments
Simply practicing the movements:Closer to the current program:
New developments (how the flame looks), but not necessarily the movements themselves
New music
And now... to business! She had to demonstrate the flame of the very heart of Anuzish, its beauty, in all its glory to each of the gathered spectators. To be the conduit of this enchanting element, pleasing their eyes and multiplying her kinship with fire with learned tricks, pirouettes, dancing talents, and rich military experience. After all the rehearsals, it shouldn't be difficult, especially since the foundation had been laid long ago. But that was no reason to slack off or not give it her all! Beata, for her part, gave it so much that it was a joy to behold!
Sharp and rehearsed swings, each of which, like a flaming trail, left intricate fiery patterns behind. The movements themselves were fitting — swift and graceful, no less than the spinning spindle of a fire sword. And Alaria herself broke through these flashes of flame, harmless to her, circling the arena like a burning whirlwind. Even her hair fluttered like an uncontrollable element. At times she tossed her "sword" upward, and in that moment its glow flared even brighter — like a celestial body. Or, as Beata said, like the summer or scorching Calcite sun. But this sun was harmless and did not blind the eyes of the viewers, only pleasing their sight with its beauty. Only to temper its passion when it inevitably returned to the hands of the inquisitrix. A captivating and tense performance, a true dance of flame dedicated equally to comrades, colleagues, the residents of Margel, and the element itself.
At the end, the warrior once again held her weapon, whose "blade" flared in her hands as a column of harmless flame, only to be extinguished by the breath of the flame-tamer. After which, she smiled and gracefully bowed to the audience.