Граф Орлов
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-- Filthy scoundrels... -- Alessia muttered through her sleep. -- No, you're not worthy of kissing a boot, only the sole...
The first ray of sunlight slid across her face and pulled her out of the world of dreams.
-- And why did I even wake up? I was having such a good dream... -- she tried to close her eyes again, but the dream refused to return. After lying there for a minute, she finally got up and looked out the window with dissatisfied, sleepy eyes. The landscape of Baldur didn't become any more appealing day by day, but today it seemed particularly unpleasant.
-- Why do I even wake up?..
She was used to getting up early, and now that it wasn't really necessary, she could easily spend not only an hour getting ready but another one moping and doing nothing. Having finished these important tasks, Alessia headed to Cecilia's shop. Maybe work on something, maybe check the situation, maybe for some other reason -- in any case, this place had a calming effect on her.
The first ray of sunlight slid across her face and pulled her out of the world of dreams.
-- And why did I even wake up? I was having such a good dream... -- she tried to close her eyes again, but the dream refused to return. After lying there for a minute, she finally got up and looked out the window with dissatisfied, sleepy eyes. The landscape of Baldur didn't become any more appealing day by day, but today it seemed particularly unpleasant.
-- Why do I even wake up?..
She was used to getting up early, and now that it wasn't really necessary, she could easily spend not only an hour getting ready but another one moping and doing nothing. Having finished these important tasks, Alessia headed to Cecilia's shop. Maybe work on something, maybe check the situation, maybe for some other reason -- in any case, this place had a calming effect on her.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers