Knowledge is sometimes a fickle thing.
It comes and goes and slips away and denies itself from even the most careful reader.
Sometimes it can slip away from the keenest mind.
In this case, it was slipping away from Rose Wintertal - that certainly wasn't the keenest mind around, or the most trained, but surely she had dedication to what she did. While she was composing, one day, the thought came to her mind: she wanted her songs to last forever, or for as long as possible, but most of all she wanted to leave a mark on the world one way or another. Perhaps there was pride and arrogance, and yet the desire to be remembered still lingered. That particular song she wanted to write was supposed to last forever, and at the same time to be a dedication to Milil Himself, while also proving herself in His eyes.
A way came to her mind, although she was uncertain on how to proceed. She knew her lover had valuable informations to help her, and yet she had many people to ask to as well.
One of those suggested her to head to a holy place to Milil, conferring with priests and meditate on what she saught and why and, perhaps, a powerful priest would have took an interest and with the knowledge of the name of a servant of His, together they might have unravelled the mystery. Inspiration began to grow in the bardess mind, and yet she was too far away from her real self.
Another person instead suggested the most elementary thing about bards, but also sometimes easily forgotten.
Like sorcerers, bard music responds to emotions - usually emotions felt during a song or a specific moment or a specific inspiration. Sometimes, when one looks in some places, becomes too blind to search in the most obvious ones. And so another piece of the puzzle was once more into place. She knew she was far away just yet, but everything starts with baby steps.
And as things were set in motion, a tune, a refrain started to ring in her mind.
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