Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

- You can't solve human relationships with mathematics, you can't understand the human heart with science, and rationality has nothing to do with it here. Look inside yourself and think about whether you will be satisfied with such a resolution of your situation with him in a few months, or even years. Won't it turn out that you will blame yourself for not finding another way out? And it's not even about him, but about you - will you let negative emotions, like poison, settle in your body, or will you try to convert them, if not into positive ones, then at least into neutral ones? But! - Minako raised her index finger. - Indifference is not the answer, because it will be the same as giving up. - She smiled shyly. - Sorry if all this sounds too complicated. I want to say that you should never miss an opportunity to say a kind word, even if you are faced with an enemy with whom you are destined to fight to the death. I believe that such an approach will only strengthen your spirit and allow you to perceive the world and the people around you in brighter colors. Because, regardless of whether you do good or receive it, it will help you feel better. So do it not for him, but for the health of your own soul... Well, and if one day this young man still manages to understand you, then this will be a pleasant bonus for you. - The girl lowered her eyes. - Sorry if I didn't live up to your expectations. I don't have much life experience, and I almost never have conflicts with other people, so I rely only on my feelings. But I really believe that it will be better for you!

The music is actually pretty good. Am I imagining things, or did I see this musician among the fans of Erathia? I wonder what she's doing here... Or is she just a Carnelian spy, infiltrating the ranks of the fans? I don't understand."
- Yes, it was... Something else.

-- Uh-huh," said the redhead, unable to resist following his gaze. -- I see that Arivel's talent hasn't gone unnoticed either. So, I'll surprise you: the truth is, she performs so professionally even without preparation. Hard to believe? But alas, sometimes life throws unexpected difficulties at you, and then you see someone like her among the people, with burning, proactive eyes, gentle, skillful hands, and a drum on her shoulder, ready to respond to a call for help. At such a moment, you don't need to be a prophet to predict what will happen – resounding success," the knight allowed herself a small pun at the end.

"Perhaps it would have been better to hold the performance in the evening," thought Beata. "But it's better now, while there's still some energy left. It's been a busy day, and by evening, half of Carneola will probably be barely able to crawl, let alone perform."

With approving shouts and gestures, they saw Alaria off, and Beata returned to the stage.

“And finally, ladies and gentlemen, we have prepared something special for you, something that will amaze your imagination! Magic – how much is contained in that word! It is a science that shakes the foundations of the universe, an art accessible to only a few chosen ones! For centuries, Wizards and sorcerers have captivated people's minds, and surely each of us, mere mortals, has dreamed of possessing a magical gift. With sufficient skill, magic can be... simulated.”
As if from nowhere, a magnificent flower appears in her hands, which, with a shake, she transforms into a handkerchief; of course, it was a pre-prepared prop, hidden in her sleeve – she had changed clothes partly for this reason, because it was difficult to hide something like that in the sleeve of a tight-fitting leotard.
“But we are not talking about tricks, no, no! – she throws the handkerchief aside and raises her index finger. – What are tricksters to us, when now a real sorceress will appear before you, an incomparable mistress of illusions, a brilliant ruler of minds! With a wave of her hand, she can create something that you wouldn't even dream of! Unmatched, unique, magnificent – the Beautiful Queen, let's welcome her!”
Beata bows before the sorceress who appears on stage in a theatrical curtsy, and it seems as if she is moving towards the wings. But halfway there, she suddenly stops, surveys the audience, makes a mischievous face, and dramatically puts a finger to her lips. After that, she theatrically tiptoes up to the Beautiful Queen from behind.
Before the sorceress's solo performance, a short humorous scene was planned, inspired by Dax's actions yesterday. This small warm-up, consisting of five to seven actions, was intended to amuse the audience and serve as a release after the intense, dramatic performances of Alaria and Beata herself, to warm up the audience before the illusionist's solo performance. Of course, the slap on the butt was replaced with more neutral gestures, such as tugging on pigtails and trying to attach a piece of paper with "Kick me" written on it to her back. Beata didn't say a word during the entire scene, but she acted desperately and dramatically, feigning annoyance at her failures, for greater comedic effect, and in the end, she demonstrably got very scared of some obviously harmless illusion and panicked, fleeing the stage, freeing it up for the solo performance.

-- Uh-huh, -- the redhead couldn't resist following his gaze. -- I see that Arivel's talent hasn't gone unnoticed either. Then I'll surprise you: the truth is, she performs so professionally even without preparation. Hard to believe? But alas, sometimes unexpected difficulties happen in life, and then you see someone like her among the people, with burning, proactive eyes, gentle, skillful hands, and a drum on her shoulder, ready to respond to a call for help. At such a moment, you don't need to be a prophet to predict what will happen -- resounding success, -- the knight allowed herself a small pun at the end.

- Yes... It seems that's the case. - He unexpectedly takes out his notebook. - And tell me, Erefir, on a scale of ten, how would you rate your own femininity?

Profession: Blacksmith
Strength: 50.5
Height: 181 cm.

Profession: Builder
Strength: 48
Height: >180 cm

Strength: 41
Height: 184 cm.

What even is this "femininity" you speak of.

Remained in the opposite column during the campaign.

- Well, you've given me quite a task – an ungrateful and unsolvable one. This isn't what I wanted to hear, not at all... - she inhaled and exhaled, allowing herself a few more moments of silence.
Folding her hands together and looking thoughtfully at Miko-san, she finally straightens up:
- But medicine doesn't have to be tasty, does it? Whether physical or spiritual. A child still has to eat their broccoli. And if you're willing to feed it to me, despite my reluctance, then no capricious parishioner will be able to hide from it, - she takes a Japanese inhale and exhale, and nods. - Alright, I'll try. Even if it doesn't bring any results, at least this advice comes from you, and that means it has much more meaning than anything that the unpleasant reality could offer. I would never have been able to answer myself the way you answered me. You've given me a fresh perspective, one that I would have ignored until the very end. In other words, it's not a question of how "far" you are from me or how "close". Your path is paved by your will and your heart, and it is capable of offering something unique, something that is uniquely yours. Recently, I've heard and even said myself the phrase, "the death of such-and-such a person would be a loss for humanity." Let's not delve into the meaning from a negative perspective, but let's just say that you definitely have something to offer humanity, Miko-san.
Smiling, she takes out the figurine of the abbess and a gift amethyst.
- The first one was given to me by Edge Lord-kun. Even in such a fantastical distance from home, it helped me remember and understand many things – my roots, my upbringing, and my purpose. To find the right path in the foggy haze of uncertainty and the prejudices of others. He certainly wouldn't mind, and for her, it would be a loss to collect dust somewhere in a safe or on a distant shelf, so – now it's yours. Absorb this image into your heart, and if you ever have doubts, return to it, and it will definitely help you, just as it once helped me. And the second one is simply a gift for all the invaluable help you've given me, both recently and in general. As for your previous question... I will train you. After all, isn't that the duty of a kannushi? Or a jingushi? ... Although, never mind, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Sonata was right in the end – what an irony of fate. Some prefectures would have scolded me for this, but they're not here, so... - she concluded with a wave of her hand.

She remained in the opposite column during the campaign.

Sonata may not be very strong, and she doesn't bend horseshoes, but her hundred points of stamina are enough to take down a dragon... She's also a woman of steel, just platinum, while Erefir is stainless steel.

- Yes... It seems so. - Unexpectedly pulls out her notebook. - And tell me, Erefir, on a scale of ten, how would you rate your own femininity?

-- Hmm, I'd give myself a nine. I can't give myself a ten – that would mean I have nowhere to go, and no one to look up to in order to improve in that area, which is clearly not true, and besides, it would be a little sad, because setting role models for myself is one of the greatest joys in life. Less than a nine... I would also find that unfair.

"Otherwise, it would mean that all my childhood, when I was taught manners and how to behave gently and carefully, as befits a lady, to curtsy, to move, to dance, was all for nothing. That the fact that I am constantly praised by many women I meet is a lie. And finally, that Suzereen taught me charm, but didn't teach me enough, can that be true? No, no, I still have to become better, but I earned my nine, otherwise it would simply be disrespectful to think so. Maybe even with a half point added. It would be immodest to add a whole point?"

The cheerful faces of the audience greeted Beata's playful performance with boisterous laughter, and her departure from the stage was met with applause filled with gratitude and sympathy. Now, with the attention of countless eyes focused on her, the Beautiful Queen smirked confidently and removed the coat that had been concealing her body, revealing to both young and old, men and women, her charming swimsuit and everything it failed to hide from the astonished gazes. "Is that even legal?!" protested a middle-aged woman, covering her son's eyes. "This isn't a beach!" "Hoo?" The illusionist cunningly narrowed her eyes. "The essence of this magic is that everyone sees me as they want to, so if something indecent is before your eyes right now, then..." "Eh?" The woman blushed, remembering the previous illusions performed with Beata. "Really?" Amused by her confusion, the audience (at least those who came together) began to lively discuss with each other what form the Beautiful Queen appeared in before their eyes, but in the end, they all agreed that she was wearing a swimsuit. "Te-he-he," she said, pulling down the lower eyelid of her right eye, and stuck out her tongue. "Gotcha." The hall erupted in laughter. "Aren't you cold? Winter is almost here!" Continuing her act, the Beautiful Queen approached their only musician, clapped her hands, and the musician turned into a young man. "Eh-eh-eh?" The furry creature almost cried, protesting. "No one warned me about this!" Ignoring Arivell's pleas, the sorceress transformed her victim's drum into buckets. "Rrr..." Wiping the moisture from her eyes, she composed herself and began to play on the unusual instrument in an equally unusual way – just to not disgrace Erefir. The Beautiful Queen called someone from the audience one by one and performed various wonders with them – now someone's arm would detach, now a bald man would grow hair, now an adult would become a child. The audience was pleased with what they saw and greeted the performer with loud applause (despite the fact that she did not bow to them at the end of her performance).

The cheerful faces of the audience greeted Beata’s playful performance with boisterous laughter.

Nozenrotka, of course, caught the mood, but making such loud noises would be rather inappropriate, so she had to cover her mouth with her hand and quietly laugh like this.

so if something indecent is in front of your eyes right now

"Ew, how shameless! But I see a perfectly decent swimsuit.)"

Continuing her performance, the Beautiful Queen approached their only musician, clapped her hands, and the musician turned out to be a young man.
- Eh-eh-eh? - The long-eared one protested, almost crying. - No one warned me about this!
Ignoring Arivell’s pleas, the sorceress turned her victim’s drum into buckets.
- Rrr...
Wiping the moisture from her eyes, she pulled herself together and began to play on the unusual instrument in an equally unusual way – just to not disgrace Erefir.

"Chin up, everything is fine... I haven't seen such a moment myself yet, but I believe in your self-control, Arivell!"

The audience was pleased with what they saw and greeted the performer with loud applause (despite the fact that she did not bow at the end of her performance).

Of course, Phyr also clapped, but the question in her eyes was only one: will the illusion on the beautiful elf fade soon? It would be bad to delay this.

- Thank you for your trust, Ayano... Miko-sama! - For a moment, Minako felt embarrassed to accept the gifts, but she decided not to shy away from the shown kindness and care, especially after everything she had just said with her own words. - May the Kami be witnesses: I will engrave your words on the surface of my heart and never forget them!

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Of course, Fir also clapped, but the question in her eyes was only one: will the illusion of the beautiful elf fade soon? It would be unpleasant to delay this.

She was asleep when the PC left the stage.

"Another rising star," Beata thought approvingly, giving the sorceress a thumbs-up and joining in the applause. "This is even better than pulling a rabbit out of a hat. She has charisma in spades, and she's made for performing in public. And her audience interaction is excellent; people love it. It was a bit awkward with Arivell, as she wasn't warned beforehand, but she's a great girl and handled it well." "Gods, poor thing, what a baptism by fire," thought Guion, watching the musician. "I hope Beata remembers to pay her." He was well aware that these were just harmless illusions and that there was nothing truly dangerous to expect, but he remained vigilant. At the same time, he found the willpower to distract himself from what was happening on stage and assess the situation. Despite a couple of twitching eyes, he enjoyed the performance and happily joined in the applause.

She had to transform the upper lunarite into the lower one.

She was supposed to turn the upper lunarium into the lower one.

Bea will now explain how the upper lunarium can be turned into the lower one with a single, simple movement 😎
I have a bit of work to do, not sure if I'll be able to write a full concluding post before I get home.

how?

- Thank you for your trust, Ayano... Miko-sama! - For a moment, Minako felt embarrassed to accept gifts, but she decided not to shy away from the shown kindness and care, especially after everything she had just said with her own words. - May the Kami be witnesses: I will engrave your words on the surface of my heart and never forget them!

- I know that's how it will be, - Ayano smiled. - You helped me a lot. Arigato, Minako-chan. No - Miko-san! Well, a few minutes have passed, let's not keep our friends and all the good parishioners waiting.
Bowing again, she stands up.
- Shall we go?