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City of inheritance The city needs a guardian!
Darine Atana gazed at the ancient document for a long time. Description of the call or invocation. The author of the document himself was confused as to how it is correctly called. The essence remained the same - the city, or rather those who represent the city authorities, call and invite. Keepers, or rather, close relatives of the keepers of different cities, respond, come and try with all their might to become the keepers of the city that called.Everything is simple.And there is no choice left.So why are you so reluctant to do it?“It’s like giving up your home to an enemy,” the woman whispered. - You volunteer. Because he himself is a miserable cripple, unable to take care of either the house or the family. Yes, you give and hope that the enemy will take care of you, and not turn your living and breathing house into a dead shell that will fall from any wrong move.We need to hope and believe.Atana did not like either. And if there was any choice...“Go, enemies, my house is wa
City of inheritance New acquaintances
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,
City of inheritance Determined girl
“She said she would make you study at school,” Khiyat said, looking at the spider swinging on a cobweb glued to the ceiling.Probably needs some cleaning. At least a few rooms. Khiyat would not have had the strength, desire, or time for the whole house. But, to be honest, there was hardly enough inspiration for the library, and the hands never reached the books.- At school? asked Ladai languidly, reclining on the windowsill.“At school,” Khiyat confirmed.If the kindest and wisest saw how he persuades Ladai, she would surely die of laughter. Or finally convinced of his stupidity.“Okay,” the blond agreed easily and hit his head against the glass. Not the first time, by the way.In the guardian's house, Ladai hid from his father, who wished to return his son to the family at all costs. The son resisted with all his might, diligently avoided his relatives, and when this did not work out, he did not get tired of impolitely explaining that he was better alone. And in general, he no longe
City of inheritance Calm before the storm
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
City of inheritance First test.
Velda apparently decided to take revenge herself, because, as Liiran did not expect or fear, he was never called to the kindest and wisest woman for a well-deserved scolding.Ladai successfully passed his exam, and there was no need to think about it anymore. What could not but rejoice. Redhead misunderstanding and without revenge continued to cause trouble. She was almost bitten by dogs when she tried to enter someone's yard to smell the flowers, and the girl then went bankrupt for a long time that she would order to burn these huts and drive out all the dogs.Then she wanted to see the fish market. From there, she jumped out holding her nose and promising terrible punishments to the sellers, for which someone poured water over her with fish giblets and husks. Who doused it remains unclear. They splashed through the fence, behind which the pourer was not visible. And the sellers and fishermen did not see anyone and did not know anything. They did not like the insults of the red upsta
City of inheritance Island of Calling Women
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
City of inheritance Happiness is not up to you
Dorana failed to return quietly and imperceptibly. However, the guys did not succeed either, and it was worse for them. The girl even sincerely thanked Hiyat that he did not go into details when he invited her to visit the ghosts. Because they didn't ask her. More precisely, he didn’t ask - an irritated uncle, some kind of assistant to Darine Atana in the sixth dozen. He found out that the girl was simply invited, and she agreed to go, without specifying the details of where and why. He called Dorana a fool and switched to the guys. He questioned them for a long time and about everything. Starting with who told them about the necessary woman, and ending with why they went to the ghosts without telling anyone about it?The boys took turns answering. Calmly answered, wordy and confused.Khiyat claimed that he dreamed of a huge snake and warned that it was impossible to go to the ruins of the temple without a woman. Dorana's assistant nodded, looked at the purple stone hanging on a strin
City of inheritance line of force
For some reason, the white snake Hiyatu was not happy. And, not too happy. The statement of the guardian that the defense of the city has weakened, and everyone who is not lazy go there, she ignored. Attempts to jump on the snake body and yell could not be ignored, so she hissed that it was too early and threw Hiyata out of her world. The only thing left for the guy was to sit on the floor and blink in surprise.I had to return to the house of the guardian, to listen to her grumbling about the unrestrained and ungrateful boys who do not value their own health. But she fed Del these boys delicious homemade food, and all her punishment was washing dishes. Khiyat did not even immediately understand that the same assistant to Darine Atana demanded punishment.The night passed surprisingly calmly, part of the morning too, and then a small messenger bird appeared with the news that a red-haired candidate for guardianship was waiting for Ladai and Khiyat. Not only waiting for them, of course