“You piss me off,” said Dorana, tripping over a stone hiding in the grass.She shook her head and stubbornly walked on. Of course, saying something like that to a guy whose attention you are going to attract, and you are going to for a long time, for almost ten days, is not worth it. But alone with herself, the girl was not going to restrain herself. What brought him here? On the one hand, there was finally a chance to catch him alone. But on the other hand, she never liked wandering through the forests, fields and bushes. And here the grove seems to be small, bright, but there are a lot of stones, and nothing is visible behind the bushes.The girl even thought about giving up this idea and catching Hiyat in the city, spitting on possible witnesses. She squeezed herself between two spreading bushes and froze, almost choking on another curse.Khiyat has been found.He was lying on a large stone slab, strangely white, with some kind of pattern on the side. And not just lay there. For so

Castle Darine Atana did not allow to destroy.First of all, she personally gouged the table in the central hall, ending eternity for the flailers with this deed, and ordered to burn what was left of the people tied to it. She then posted guards wherever she saw fit. And then, having quarreled a bit with the council and heads of schools, she sent several groups to the castle to study the library, laboratories, and in general everything that they consider interesting.Having puzzled everyone and everyone, the kind and wise woman wanted to ask Khiyat and the resurrected Ladai, but then an unpleasant surprise awaited her. This couple still did not want to return to the world of the living, although they were clearly in no hurry to the dead. The medics asked her to wait, and the head of the council had to accept, although Liiran personally heard her mutter under her breath that it was impossible to give the boys time to come up with a plausible lie. How they could have conspired without re

Khiyat gloomily looked at the overgrown rosehip bush, into which the roses that once grew here had degenerated, and was silent. Like deaf.“I understand that it’s too late to go to Atana with the story about your bloody pants. I will be ridiculed after Ladai showed up alive and well. But you have to explain to me. Otherwise, I won't be able to trust you, not even a little. I am the group leader. And you already lied to me about a direct question,” Liiran assured, not really hoping for anything.He seemed like a boring idiot to himself. Hoping that Khiyat will see something else is stupid. On the other hand, the position is binding. The group leader needs to know as much as possible about his subordinates. Only very arrogant individuals rely on knowledge of everything. Liiran didn't think of himself as such. In fact, he didn't expect to find out anything at all. But he couldn't ask or demand.And this was another reason why I wanted to throw a silver chain, bestowed for obscure merits,

The day for Liiran's group began with another solemn speech about how lucky they were and how much luck they would have in the future. Velda spoke, this time well-rested and disgustingly cheerful. The group unanimously looked at her as if she was an idiot, even Khiyat, but the girl did not notice this.- And then we ... - the candidate for the guardian was inspired.“I already want to go to the toilet,” Kalar said grimly behind Dorana. How long will she be delirious? And in general, we should accompany her, not listen."You shouldn't have drunk the beer," Dean said in a tone as if Kalar had taken the beer from him.Velda carried over bumps and gullies. She stood in a proud pose, waving her hand in front of her and talking about how lucky the city was to have her. She will definitely improve, rebuild, decorate and rejuvenate him. It will sparkle..."Like a cat's balls," Kalarus said.Dorana and Marika snorted in unison and Liiran had to shush his subordinates, otherwise the ward would

The night was good. A bright black sky with a scattering of stars, like a silk scarf with sparks that my father brought to my mother from the mainland. The moon, like a thin sickle-boat, floated among the stars. The night flowers smelled stupefyingly—large white and blue bells suspended from thin stalks that sagged under their weight. As these flowers are called, Dorana could not remember, although her mother said.The grass rustled in the wind. The insects chirped, chirped and chirped. White moths hung in clusters from the branches of a blooming crowberry. This tree has flowers, of course, inconspicuous, greenish and small, but they smell in such a way that people want to try them. Especially at night.And among this splendor she crept - Dorana. Stumbling over fragments of branches hiding in the grass, which have been promised to my mother for years by my father and brothers. Feeling awkward and redundant.It also seemed to her that no one was waiting for her in the garden, that she