☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Some time later, Ayano found herself pacing around the villa, deep in thought. Analyzing the day's events emotionally proved difficult, and a purely logical approach led to nothing productive. Taking out her Suguk diary and a pencil, she continued pacing and spent some time rereading all her entries from the beginning, evaluating the associated events from the perspective of her current situation – circling entries with a pencil, connecting them with arrows, and underlining them for clarity. At times, it seemed quite obvious that only this outcome could have naturally resulted from all the given premises; at other times, the opposite was true. As she twirled the cherry-colored pencil in her hand, she realized that this decision had probably been made long before today, but she simply lacked the courage to verbalize it, as it could have completely upset the existing balance of power. Who knows what might have come of that? More than once or twice, her careless words had led to disastrous situations, even in less critical circumstances, and this was not a situation where it was worth tempting fate again. Catching herself as the entries blurred in her eyes due to the gradually encroaching November twilight and shivering from a sudden gust of wind, the priestess put the entries away, chattered her teeth a couple of times, and hurried back into the villa. A little more time had passed than she would have liked, but who knows, maybe Ahuli hadn't yet gathered dust.