Knights of Tezoth

In response, the lady approves with a small squeeze and a light shake of her tiny fist, as if to say "go for it!".

Alsira allows her head an impermissible moment of rest, and for an extra fraction of a micronanosecond closes her eyelids, thinking that it would probably be wonderful to lie like that on the lap of her dear grandmother or beloved mother, but such fortune must still be earned in life, and she must have gravely wronged the universe in the previous cycle.

Then she smoothly moves from her knees to the couch, from the couch steps onto the floor, from there to the familiar mirror to tidy her appearance, and only then to the lord of the library.

Alsira catches the librarian at the end of a conversation with the milk-chocolate knight, who had expressed regret that he had not taken part in the contest of elegance.

- I am a foreigner, and my manners may differ from those customary in these halls, so I wished to protect Her Splendor's reputation from possible tarnishing.

— A lingering evening is made splendid by people of all manner of cultural wrappings, though each honors their liege with personal dignity. — Alsira nodded politely to both parties. — I beg forgiveness for the brazen intrusion of conversation with an unseemly comment, milord, milady.