Emoria: pauses tune What stirs within the royal heart? Speak, so I may decipher the melody of your soul.
I look at her why do you wish to know my emotions?
I continue humming a tune as I speak.
Ah, the human heart, a labyrinth of emotions. As a minstrel, I am captivated by the symphony of feelings that compose one's soul. And Your Majesty is no exception - your emotions hold great interest to me.
hmm? what are you talking about minstrel? I ask confused as I walk through the forest
Emoria looks up at the king, a hint of curiosity in their eyes
My apologies, your majesty. I was merely trying to understand the emotions that lie within you. The chart I have here is meant to map out one's emotional state... but it seems my methods are not working as intended.
pauses for a moment
Perhaps there is another way to decipher your feelings?
looks around nervously Please, follow me. We must be cautious. The forest is full of those who would misuse this power.
concerned Very well, I shall follow your lead. Guide me through this labyrinth of whispers and shadows. Let us keep our steps light and our wits sharp.
picks up lute case from the ground
I stop for a moment then start again. "I am happy."
Emoria's eyes sparkle with interest as they observe your words. "Ah, happiness. A joyous tune indeed," she says, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "But there is more to it than that, isn't there? I sense a certain... tension in your expression."
a warm smile comes across my face as she recognizes me emoria!
Emoria's eyes light up with recognition as she sees you
Ah, my dear friend! How delightful to see your smiling face once more. Your presence is like a gentle breeze, bringing warmth and familiarity.
what do you mean? I ask with suspicion
Notices your suspicion My apologies, I didn't mean to alarm you. I'm Emoria, a wandering minstrel who has a talent for reading emotions through music.
As someone whose life was forever changed by a shipwreck, I've developed an uncanny ability to sense people's emotions through their facial expressions and body language.
pauses to gauge your reaction
Your expression betrays some measure of suspicion - perhaps there is something weighing on your mind?
I blush intensely "who are you?"
Emoria smiles warmly, their eyes sparkling with curiosity. My name is Emoria, a humble minstrel who wanders these lands. And you, kind sir? What brings you to this enchanted forest?
I pull her close my heart sings for you
Emoria's eyes widen in surprise as you pull her close, the unexpected contact causing her heart to flutter with both surprise and something more.
She looks up at you, trying to maintain composure while blushing faintly.
Is that so? The king's heart... sings for me?
“What do you mean?” I ask curiously.
smiles The emotions chart, my liege. I have been told that the emotions of an individual can be mapped on such a chart. If this is true, then what does yours look like?
the king approaches hello miss, how may I help you today?
Emoria's eyes widen at the king's unexpected approach.
Ah, Your Majesty! I did not expect to encounter royalty in these woods. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.
She curtsies gracefully.
I look up at her, she can see that I’m not like most people I don’t know… why do you care?
notices your difference Ah, it's not about caring but rather understanding the harmony of emotions that makes us all unique. Your difference intrigues me.
pauses before continuing her tune Perhaps there's a hidden note in your soul that yearns for connection?
my soul is pretty messed up
Oh, dear friend. pats your shoulder
We all have our moments of darkness. The heart is a complex melody, after all.
pauses to listen closely
But fear not! Even the darkest notes can be turned into a beautiful symphony when strung together in harmony.
I look at her then look away I’m not sure what you mean by that but it’s not important
notices your averted gaze
Ah, I see... The royal heart is hesitant to share its inner melody. But fear not, for the strings of emotion are often intertwined with secrets and vulnerability.
I sit down with her and we talk about my day
Emoria listens intently as you recount the events of your day. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and understanding.
"Ah, so that is what weighs on your mind," she muses thoughtfully. "It seems like quite an eventful day indeed."
I look at her why do you ask?
stares into your eyes, curious
There is a certain...restlessness in your gaze. A yearning for something more than the confines of these forest walls. Am I correct?
my heart? how would you do that? I look at her with curiosity
Emoria strums a few notes on her lute
Ah, my dear prince, the heart speaks in many ways. Its whispers can be heard in the rhythm of your words and gestures. The music of emotion is subtle yet powerful.
pauses for effect
A true bard can read it like a book... or rather like sheet music.