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Kosha, will you join? Beata won't use her star, so I think it makes sense...

- I wanted to visit sometime, but I wasn't allowed, and then I just didn't have the time. Maybe in the summer? Probably during the holidays. Or maybe it was a way for the universe to show that it's impossible to be a jack-of-all-trades and dedicate yourself to everything at once. But thank you for the kind words.

- During the school year, outsiders are rarely allowed on the academy grounds... That's all. In any case, thank you for your work.

- You can vote, it will be available soon.

- I can and I will vote!

- Ayano-sama! Ayano-sama! - Ahuli draws the priestess's attention to herself, to her drawing, and to Ayano's drawing. - We have many such places. - She points to the mark of Hoshiguma on her map. - This is our homeland, Ahuri's and mine.

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A smile.

- Life is more valuable, so it's nothing to worry about. The obstacle has been overcome, as often happens, unexpectedly and elegantly, so I'm happy for you. Even if this is just the beginning, it's a very important beginning, isn't it?

- Yes... It seems that way. I didn't even think that my problem could be solved so easily... Thank you, Erefir!

I’ve already drawn the flags; I don’t know when the voting for the flags will open. As for the drawings, I honestly can’t remember what I was planning. But okay, let Beata continue her journey to the Academy. I initially wanted to go to Molva, but I’ll get stuck there with the texts for the whole day again. Guion definitely won’t be drawing anything.

- Yes... It seems that's the case. I couldn't have imagined that my problem could be solved so easily... Thank you, Erephir!

-- My contribution was small, but you're welcome! And good luck, Dionysus. )

Turning around and wagging his red tail, he heads towards the Dryad (or rather, not to the Dryad herself, but in the direction of the installation near her).

And it comes.

Beata's Essay

It was supposed to be a typical Monday morning.
Nothing foreshadowed trouble. The day started routinely – we had breakfast and went to the Imperial Archive to study at the School of Baldur. I remember even jokingly complaining that I didn't want to study. But... it was just a joke. I liked the archive, I enjoyed studying at the School of Baldur. There was something beautiful and cozy about sitting among endless shelves of books, learning new things in the company of loyal friends, exchanging observations and comments.
But all good things come to an end.
And we didn't know how quickly this good thing would end.
After our studies, my beloved and I returned home – to catch our breath, rest, and think about what to do next. We still had half a day ahead of us, so many interesting things awaited us!
And then a terrifying roar sounded outside the window. The windows rattled, dishes fell from the shelves.
A dragon.
We rushed to the window and watched in horror as the creature wreaked havoc in the city center. We couldn't see much, but what we saw and heard was enough.
It was surreal. Too terrible to continue watching, and too captivating to look away.
I realized how a rabbit feels before a python. Everything freezes, and a total disbelief in what is happening overwhelms you. Your brain refuses to understand that this is real. You look death in the face and realize that you are powerless to do anything about it.
That you are hopelessly unable to withstand such power.
The dragon flew away, leaving behind only a smoking crater where a bustling city center had been.
The archive was gone, all the priceless knowledge and ancient manuscripts destroyed by the monster. The museum also vanished, as did the souvenir shop, and the cozy restaurant with its amazing seasonal menu. We had dinner there just the day before... Even the church and the palace could not withstand the force and malice of this monster.
The emptiness in my soul was replaced by pain. Then it was replaced by a seething rage.
I vowed to myself that I would not let this go unpunished. That I would tear off this dragon's wings and shove them where the sun doesn't shine, so that it would forever remember what it's like to mess with me.
But... at that moment, defeating it seemed like something distant and impossible.

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But at the moment when the monster fell under the blows of our squad, I realized – nothing is impossible.

Gion's Essay

The last snake, hissing furiously, breathed its last. I sighed with relief and put my swords back in their sheaths. We're done...
“Are you okay?” I asked my companion, Nysho, worriedly, offering her some candy – quick carbohydrates are essential for quickly replenishing energy.
“I’m fine!” she replied quickly. “Are you bitten? If so, we need to examine the wound as soon as possible, maybe we need to suck out the venom!”
“No, I wasn’t bitten... I got lucky. But I saw that you got hurt.”
“Just a scratch. I’ll be fine, I grew up in places where there are plenty of such creatures, their venom doesn’t affect me. They’re edible, by the way, if you cut off their heads.”
The thought of having to eat a snake made me feel nauseous. Lately, I've been lucky with food – either I get a stomach upset from some unknown fish, or I get poisoned... And we didn't even have anything to make a fire with.
“I don’t feel like experimenting, I’ll stick to canned food,” I replied, smiling politely.
“Suit yourself, I’ll have more,” my companion shrugged, gathering the snake carcasses.
I just sighed and began to assess the situation.
Mountains, mountains, mountains. Poisonous snakes, bloodthirsty harpies, creepy caves, and dangerous cliffs. We ended up crashing in the middle of the Elysian Ridge. At least we didn't fall on a dragon's head, that would have been awkward...
Now there was no point in thinking about catching up with our friends, who had flown away the day before. The main thing was to survive. And I had a responsibility not only for myself but also for Nysho. She was undoubtedly a talented musician, and she had a few tricks up her sleeve. But she was not a warrior or an adventurer like me. She was clearly not in her element in these mountains.
The day before, she saved my life and health. The least I could do was return the favor.
A snake hiss came from the crevice. Those damned reptiles were threatening to attack again.
“Let’s go back, we can’t get through here,” I sighed, turning towards the path we had been walking on.
Nysho followed my example.
When we reached the main path, I looked around again.
Far, far away, a winged silhouette soared into the sky. Even from such a distance, the power and majesty of the huge dragon could be felt almost physically.
I thought it was a good sign. As it turned out, it was.

“Thanks for helping with the literary part 😅 Now my text at least looks like a text.”
“It was fine anyway, I just rephrased it a little because Kosha realized that she wouldn't be able to write a literary text from Beata's point of view.”
“Anyway! It reads beautifully. Almost as beautifully as yours.”
“I tried 😅”

A couple is going to Belyana.

“It turned out a little short, but we tried!”

And here it comes.

-- Good afternoon... -- she looked at the exhibition, assessing it with the experienced eye of a craftswoman (who, admittedly, is unlikely to ever make such small statues). -- I like the work; let me give my assessment:

Sonata Reim 10
An elegant summer image of the very lady who became famous, the one who will find admirers everywhere. Perhaps, if it weren't a unique piece, it would quickly disappear from the shelves... The swimsuit design looks light and pleasant.

Empress Narya es Diesra Arual 10 (but this is a special, unparalleled ten, due to its unique qualities)
A classic image of Her Majesty Narya, as remarkable as all the others. The comment about it disappearing from the shelves is equally relevant. Among the additional details, the fur is very beautiful, and the glass of wine looks almost real.

Kyoko's Whiskers, the supposed founder of the Ikigai doctrine 8
The kimono looks good, but the inserts of semi-transparent material seem a bit unnatural. Which, in general, contradicts the main idea of naturalness, if I understand it correctly? I don't claim to be right, but from an aesthetic point of view, it would be better if she had a wooden figurine.

Kreya from "The Whispers" 8
I like the sense of humor in this composition, as well as the summer mood, which is so unusual on the eve of winter. The model itself is somewhat overshadowed by some of the others, unfortunately.

Dia from XXX 10
What an inspiring battle image, with a sword and some small howitzers (where did they even come from?). The doll is quite cute; the contrast immediately brings to mind the story of Empress Kermaria. And the atmosphere around... it's ominous. How is that possible near the figurine? Amazing. A very solid ten.

Tavava from XXX 9
Also quite beautiful and warlike, but without a sword (only with guns), it's no longer a ten... To be fair, Tavava's dress is better than Dia's.

Mircona from XXX 8
Cute, the clothes are of very good quality, but something is missing.

Ladia Yalik from XXX 9
Why is she lifting her hem? Is this some kind of subtle cultural gesture? In general, the fur, the furniture, the cotton swab in her hand, the golden carp -- it's a delicate and high-quality work, only slightly inferior to the maximum scores.

- What was the name of his companion? - Beliana asked, her voice carrying its usual sternness. - Or did he never bother to ask during their entire acquaintance?

- Nope. Is it necessary to mention her by name? I can fix it; it's not a big deal, really," he said, reaching for a pencil.

- Thank you for participating in our humble event. Here, please accept this as a memento of today and "Dryad."

Suyen hands Erefir a figurine.

The alien characters receive one random artifact at the beginning of the month.

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- Nothing. Is it necessary to mention her by name? I can correct it; it's not a big deal for me," he reached for a pencil.

- Of course. Imagine if all historical records were in this format. "The King" founded a "kingdom" and, accompanied by his "close friend," went to war against "another kingdom." During this time, he met a "beautiful lady" from a "noble family," and together they had and raised three children: a "first son," a "daughter," and a "second son." It would just be chaos... But still, thank you; at least these stories aren't as lazy as the previous participant's.

- Of course. Imagine if all historical records were in that format. "King" founded a "kingdom" and, accompanied by his "close friend," went to war against "another kingdom." During this same period, he met a "beautiful lady" from a "noble family," and together they had and raised three children – a "first son," a "daughter," and a "second son." It would just be chaos... But still, thank you; at least these storylines aren't as lazy as the previous participant's.

- Understood, I agree with that perspective, - Gillon smiled.
With a few quick movements, he corrects the text (corrected in the post itself).
- Done! - he concludes triumphantly, putting away his pencil.

Just a reminder that I refer to half of the main characters in my own comic not by their names, but as "Cap," "Doc," and "This idiot."

Belyana nodded and added Biyon's work to the list of persimmon stories. - Here you go.

- Thank you very much! Beata glances at the "Rumors" sign and hesitates for a few seconds. - Do we really need to go there? - Definitely, definitely. You want to get the ✹, right? And you promised to give Kree a chance. - Kree... That name sounds like it belongs to some evil old witch who lost an arm or a leg because of her brilliant, multi-layered schemes, not a cute hellspawn. - Beata... I'm amazed by your imagination. - Okay... I know I'm a genius, but let's run to the art academy first? I need to gather my courage. - Let's go... The pair runs to the art academy, hoping they haven't missed the deadline for submitting their work.

They rush (along the way, they can buy paints in the Guild of Artists, for example...) shortly before the deadline for submissions – the artist will have to hurry! (The player's character isn't in a hurry, though).

Kree... This name sounds like it's meant for a grumpy old witch who lost a hand... or a leg... because of her brilliant, multi-layered schemes.

Perhaps all of this awaits her in the future.

- Thank you for participating in our modest event. Here, please accept this as a memento of today and of "Dryad."

Suyen hands Erephir a figurine.

Wow, it's a familiar face.

- Even so, are you giving out gifts today? Thank you so much. I will cherish this piece. Happy holidays!

The redhead is also heading to the art studio.

If anything, Suyen has already told Anpan about the books, so there shouldn't be a need to lure him...