Then we dodge Cyans yeeting Zhengui at usI feel skeptical there's a lot that can be added without making the art actually broken for our level
Thematically -- A lot of virtual ink has been spilled on the topic of spring. I agree completely and fervently that Ling Qi is not primarily spring-aligned or warm. She is a dark ice fairy from the depths of winter. But that's only a description of what she is, versus what she values; we know she cares about new beginnings, because it's in her Domain insights, and we know she wants comfort and care for the people she cares about from the song she sang against Yu Nuan. I see Ling Qi almost as a hurricane: an aura of devastation around a tranquil center. She is a profound badass of winter, and I don't think anyone wants to take that away from her, but that wintry badassery is in service of warmth and peace. That's the thing she fights for.
There are endings and Endings, only the very last one is final. Just as winter ends in spring, small endings are new beginnings.
Though a path might be hard and lonely, it has worth if you can present something of beauty to those you care for at the end.
The Star sought to banish fear, and create certainty and some part of the songbird loved it for that. Her nest might one day fall, and spill all her treasures for the world to take, there was worth in the attempt to create something beautiful, worth in the attempt to offer light where there was none.
Even if peaceful times would end, and fear would return, there was value in striving for those happy days. More value than in obsessing over inevitable ends, the chaos that had come and would come again. Gather your treasures, hold them dear, even if in the end they would be scattered again. Seek stability, because it is the foundation of defeating fear. Live for the moment in which you are happy, rather than fearing the future in which it ends.
I like the western wind, not only because of the spring connection but also because it's described as a warm wind. It gives a positive bend to beginnings, which I think is important because no other Insight defined what Ling Qi thinks about beginnings.Thematically -- A lot of virtual ink has been spilled on the topic of spring. I agree completely and fervently that Ling Qi is not primarily spring-aligned or warm. She is a dark ice fairy from the depths of winter. But that's only a description of what she is, versus what she values; we know she cares about new beginnings, because it's in her Domain insights, and we know she wants comfort and care for the people she cares about from the song she sang against Yu Nuan. I see Ling Qi almost as a hurricane: an aura of devastation around a tranquil center. She is a profound badass of winter, and I don't think anyone wants to take that away from her, but that wintry badassery is in service of warmth and peace. That's the thing she fights for.
The mist comes over you and you're bombarded with sensations. Music surrounding you to drown out all other sounds while a blizzard quickly starts to drain the heat from your body. Shadows and moonlight dances beyond the impenetrable curtain setting your senses on edge. You see a figure approach and swing but the dark fairie only smiles playfully and flies away as you feel fangs bite into you from behind. Figures harass you, savage beastmen rake you, teasing fairies trick and shove, leaving you stumbling, flailing as you try to escape but you find not a moments pause and the mist is endless. The shadows are never-ending, movement everywhere and the song, the song of harsh and savage winters suffocates your mind with terror even as your body fights for its life. You struggle in panic, wild strikes against the corners of your eyes in a mad dance whose steps are for the amusement of others but your own. Minutes, hours, until you fall to your knees and the phantoms relent, the cold becoming less sharp. It is peaceful and you get a moments rest, to listen. Listen to the sound of silence and you realize now that it is not hateful or cruel. The mist cradles you, holds you, as the cold turns to warmth. From the primal serenade of darkness and hungry things emerges new meaning. You are grateful, grateful to the songstress that sings of a rest away from pain and suffering. That sings of inevitability and you don't remember what you ever had to fear. Your last hot breath you give freely feeling a warm shade's hand on your cheek, listening to music.Imagine what combat stealth in her mist would be for her opponent, one minute he's attacking the musical girl the next nightmare world and he's getting bombarded by all these ghost's and such with no way out and no Qi in sight while she's giggling like a loon right behind em!