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And, as promised, here goes the third part of the story I was telling you before the exams taken away from me here. Hope you like it as much as me ^ ^ ]
- And what about you? Prince's voice took her by surprise, pulling it out of the reverie that had been sinking slowly.
- Of me? Drelliane asked.
"Yes, you," he repeated. Do not get many visitors ... Nor is it a place where people usually lose. If you come hereif that could help in some way incomprehensible to think with greater intensity. He spent a few seconds and in silence, considering the question and, finally, slowly, he shook his head. She understood: for very old it was, the Prince had never been a child. Do not know what it was to climb a tree just to feel the thrill of height, nor had ever had the opportunity to challenge to a fight the town bully, typically about five years older than other children. He thought he was some sadness ... What was to have tWorld time period if one is limited simply to let it go unnoticed?
"Well ... "Confessing found, contrary to his original intention not to reveal that part. Does he know what kind of influence she exercised over those transparent eyes that looked like a beaten dog? Something within him silently cursed them, although even then he could keep a trace of tenderness were mixed with disgust. When I was little my mother used to spend long hours telling stories ... Many of them spoke about the past ... And many others about you. My parents were archetypal securent analytical, rational and empirical, open to all races and cultures.
- Except for the wizards?
"Theoretically, no," she said with a grin. Actually, I also studied there, in the same school as my parents. What happens is that the magic is viewed with suspicion, not only in Vector, but across the nation: Arthia is a strongly religious country and not particularly open-minded. Even science itself is viewed with suspicion by many, out of Vector.
was now the turn
or the Prince of listening intently. I had never been raised as fragmented and distorted that it could be your knowledge of the outside world, since it had never presented anything to compare it with. The cold was a perfect barrier and, except in the most general terms, all I knew about in detail were the jealousies of the ice giants and other creatures inhabiting the border m , s far from his own kingdom.
Woman, witch Drelliane archaeologist, "he continued," I'm everything that the closed minds do not understand. There are people who consider me a Arthiastigma of being the daughter of a pair of scholars from Vector. I guess I have finally become the opposite of what they wanted to go ... "He declared, shrugging.
Both remained a moment in silence, exchanging brief glances, and then divert them to other places of stay. The sun had gone and most of its distance in the sky and a strange orange light filtered through the ice walls, giving the building a while extrañoa look beautiful.
"It's getting late," said he, at last, breaking the silence. Come ... accompany you & a. Consider yourself my precious guest, you are the only visit I have received several hundred years. What kind of host would be if I offered you the best I have?
That said, he began to walk, telling him to follow. Toured classrooms and corridors through which Drelliane had happened on the way, but also others who did not remember seeing. Finally, the Prince stood before a double gate, guarded by two figures of ice on either side of it.
-Feel free to come and go cuRent part of the city. If you need anything, send one of them to get me and I will come soon. If you get lost, simply ask them to guide you to your habitacióny bring you here. So saying, he gave an elegant bow and departed, "Good night, Drelliane.
Drelliane smiled, somewhat bewildered by the attention and sleep. He came to Ely, standing on tiptoe, kissed him on the cheek. Paradoxically, it was so cool how he would have expected.
"Good night, my Prince. CHTML
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