Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

- And this is, like, your first meal since you... Well, you know? It's a little sad, I wanted to cook something special for you, but please, don't think I'm suggesting you refuse this delicious-looking food; I just hope it won't negatively affect your health. - Saneksa sighed. - Maybe we should have started with soup or porridge.

-- Arivel... Well, number eight seems like a good choice to me, from a mathematical point of view, so let's go with eight.

-- Her Majesty's ascension to the throne will definitely be a pivotal moment, and in this case, I'm not just speaking as her sword; if you will, it's an objective fact, a future that is already determined, but has not yet come to pass. As for the number, that's an interesting observation; perhaps the Universe really gave us an additional sign in this way.

-- Mmm, -- the redhead pondered the words about Torvik. -- I never looked at it that way; well, I was a nomad for almost half my life... But I must admit, after your words, I feel some sadness in this story, although I still believe that the Founder did the right thing, because the interests of the people are paramount, and they are the foundation of the country. Unless this ruler could really bequeath to his descendants the return to Granhildr in the future, when the children of the first Margelites become strong and prosperous enough to relatively easily reclaim their inhospitable homeland.

-- It's understandable, and yes, some clearly liked to conduct aggressive negotiations, with or without reason.

-- Well, not everyone, right? What do you think about King Sillione, for example? It seems like he perfectly embodies the image of a good ruler.

-- Is the difference in height a minus if virtue and love brought them together? And if you look at it from a poetic point of view, there was a time when the huge Hartrain lay motionless in bed, and then the small Zamia, who was treating him, looked down at him, and only then did their roles change... Isn't that an interesting twist of fate?

-- Did she know? Although, perhaps you're right; Abeas's passion for expanding borders for unclear purposes was too obvious; his failures cannot be explained by uncertainty; one could have guessed.

-- Obviously, he didn't have enough spiritual strength to be sober in any of these matters. I wouldn't ask "why"; this person should simply be pitied; he made one big mistake by marrying, and then his downfall was almost predetermined.

-- Perhaps she was trying to match her husband's tastes.

-- You are not the first person who has wondered about this, but I don't understand it. King Flanaravi was an absolute monarch who would not tolerate dissent; in my opinion, this fully explains the situation. Even if he was not a real threat to the well-being or freedom of the singer Lorencia in the event of her refusal (and there are reasons to believe that he was), irrational fear, combined with a certain social concept of duty to the king, cannot be ruled out. Add to this the fact that King Sillione, who was not only a slightly intimidating figure but also a symbol of absolute justice, ruled for almost two hundred years before Flanaravi, with his care for his subjects. I have no doubt that during this time, the people of Margel completely forgot that a ruler could be wrong or act against the interests of his people, and Flanaravi's actions often caused shock and a feeling of helplessness in everyone. From the perspective of modern, rather free Welfernians, we can hardly understand the psychology of that time.

-- I find it strange that she allowed someone to knock it out of her.

-- At least he's a good warrior; there's something to build on.

Biba and Boba walk to the Purian square.

- I believe that love shouldn't be accompanied by blind faith...

- Let's assume that you are Erefir, Flanaravi, and I am Lorencia. If you were to put me in a position where I had to enter into a sacred marriage with you, I would refuse, regardless of the consequences and cultural circumstances, even if you were to torture me or burn my homeland in retaliation.

- Well, yes... I hope I won't be any worse.

- Ah-ha-ha... ha... thank you, my dear, it's nice to hear, - Ahuli said, paling and nodding, becoming even more worried, as she hadn't even expected such a prospect, but now she realized that theoretically it was quite possible. - But the point is different, - she replies to both of them. - Someone will definitely vote objectively high because of my affiliation, someone will vote low for the same reason, but now the final result, whatever it may be, will certainly cast a shadow on the dynasty... Oh... this is a disaster... - Having explained all this, she pulls a chair closer and, weakly but slowly and gently, lowers herself onto it like a feather, despite the micro-particles of additional "something" in her body.

—..It's a pity that I didn't really taste anything because I wasn't used to it, — the highlander sighed slightly, — Some memories remain in my mind, but my receptors still need time. I also heard about some kind of fever that, even after recovery, could deprive a person of their sense of smell and taste for months.

-- I wish you good luck on this path.

-- It was a pleasure talking to you, Anpan, -- said the redhead, seeing him off.

-- Well, let me conclude this tour, Laikos, Aravel. I think you also have something to do on this remarkable day, let's all try to relax together.

Today, "Lebota" hosted a competition for everyone who wanted to try their hand in the kitchen – in exchange for ✹ (free for the chef), you could prepare a dish on a given theme (a dish based on eggs) or vote for already prepared dishes and receive ✹.