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ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐, the Minstrel can hear her heartbeat with each pulsating thump. It blares louder than any melody she has ever sung, as the heat drenches her over her hands continue to quiver forming into that of a fist. Warrior of Darkness, what type of nonsense is that? She thinks quickly to herself but stands tall, regaining her balance within.ย
ย The howl of the wind, it shifts morphing that into a warning, the unknown is nearby. Ears lay flat upon the maine of inky locks, quickly does she pivot as her head cocks to the side - perplexed, bewildered. Laughter emits from her lips as she chimes, โAh, we simply had a misunderstandingโ the jubilant nature of a bard unwavering even when faced with an advisory of unimaginable strength.ย
ย She quivers inside, yet never shall she show it, unyielding to those who dare to trample upon the fragile balance that keeps their world from plunging into calamity. The Black Wolf once sneered the simple word, ascian, beings that were considered of the void - those of tremendous might. In the midst of battle, darkness && light collided, but she didnโt need to care for details, one thing was certain - tranquility must be restored.ย
ย ย PRISTINE WHITE, GOLD THAT BARES THE MANTLE OF POWER. As Ulโdahโs unforgiving sun comes to set, she nearly appears valiant in such glistening colors. โWho were they?โ to the horizon, her eyes set forth upon as she looks at the remnant of battle, land that is torn asunder - arrows that pierce the ground. One is plucked, like a flower she grips it within her calloused digits, her body urges to attack - run, but she is grounded unwilling to succumb to cowardice.
ย ย She neednโt hear the answer, in the coolness of the oncoming nightfall, Sayuri inhales the sweet air allowing it to fill her lungs as she tuts, her gaze sharp as a blade as she speaks. โIt does not matter, light cannot thrive without darkness, thus is the equilibrium of life - you have traveled long to find me, not to speak of such ideologiesโ she ponders. Is this over Lahabrea or simply another omen that foretells the unwinding journey?
โ Such is the plight of the Warrior, forever the mediator between forces. For that, I shall not fall - not until all is right within this world โ
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ he has born witness to the endless epitaphs that heroes design themselves as such.ย heroes, as a moniker for those that skitter across broken ground with broken understanding, existing as moot points along the pathways of constellations.ย he, amongst all their remnants, those that stand taller as unsundered, in stride, in tandem with those garbed in black, the muted vestiges that they had been able to pluck from the shards, and gifted with the truthย โ he, amongst them all, knows how a hero stands.
eโer at attention to false divine.ย they stand sure and taller amongst their peers, reinforced against the tides of wants and whims from lesser comrades.ย they feel the correct hooks that he would lay in front of them โ for glory, for honour, for wealth; they follow that line with what they consider to be apt thought.ย apt enough for songs to be strummed in the wake of their deeds.ย apt enough that they are reeled, and they are reeled to inevitable deliverance of duty, and doom.
they do not consider things as nuanced as the balance.ย ย they do not inhabit the line in between with deftness and forethought.ย and on that basis, the air around the emissary metamorphosed into something definitively more careful.ย
it sharpens into the suggestion that the emissary is lookingย at her, behind the splashed ruby visage adorning his face.ย similar, in the way that blood, swathed across the ground, all around, reflects the eyes that tries to find a reflection in there, somewhere, in coiling, scarred, after-battle mess.ย
โ those that did not meet their own preconceived measure. โย unfettered, unmoved; the dead die as they are always wont to do, he has seen too many to waste splintered seconds on eulogies.ย he instead gives space for the warriorย to speak, watches, keenly and carefully the way that she inhabits the desert air.ย she is wiser than most. sundering divinity has chosen well, in that regard.ย
the smile beneath that mask, in the shade of that cowl, is nearly as blank as the rest of him.ย ย โ you understand more than most of your peers. โย honest praise, again, woven from the mouth of one stitched between so many weapons of choice.ย one knows where gilded gold is the most valuable.ย ย โย though you speak of what waits to be made rightย โ and what is that, champion ?ย rightness ?ย โ