Knights of Tezoth

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

Alsira allows her head an unforgivable moment of rest, and for an extra fraction of a micro-nanosecond closes her eyelids, thinking how wonderful it would be to lie like that on the lap of a dear grandmother or a 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 little 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 did not take part in the contest of elegance.

- I am a foreigner and my manners may differ from those customary in these halls, and therefore I wished to protect the reputation of Her Magnificence from possible tarnishing.

— A lingering evening is made fair by people of the most varied cultural wrappings, yet each values honor before their liege by their own personal merit. — Alsira nodded politely to both parties. — I beg forgiveness for the rude intrusion of my conversation with an untimely comment, my lord, my lady.

- Ah, Lady Alsira. I presume I may hold hope of hearing a reply to my proposal?

The chocolate lady merely waved her hand gracefully and left them alone. Only the universe knows whether this exchange took place before or after their recent battle.