Posts from 🎀 Wisteria 🎀

- I appreciate people who say things as they are. What's the tragedy?

-- Huh? What? -- Valdemar turned on his stool and stared at the guards with dull, bloodshot eyes. This is how vampire stories are born - it's just very diligent scribes working without daylight. -- I, Valdemar Karafa... Ugh.
He lightly patted himself on the cheeks, trying to shake off the stupor.
-- What day is it?.. What time is it?

— We were hunting Heckelian monkeys, — the man replied, then paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before quickly correcting himself, — I mean, monkeys... Mammals... Primates, uh...
— I think he understood anyway, — the masked young man interjected, — he's probably not an idiot.
— These monkeys, named after the region where they originated, are very aggressive and have a habit of attacking travelers, destroying fields, and so on, so we organized a competition to eliminate them — whoever kills the most pests wins the tournament. At first, everything went well; the competitions were without serious injuries, and the participants and the few spectators who dared to venture outside the imperial walls had fun and were interested. But then things didn't go as planned. At some point, the king of the Heckelian monkeys appeared, a special subspecies of these primates that we had previously thought was extinct, and everything went wrong...
— Well, in short, there were a lot of corpses, and people lost interest in the hunt, not to mention the certain restrictions that the government imposed on us as a result.

- Inar, - Nifaël responded to the warm embrace with the same and kissed the air near both of his cheeks, - I see that a comfortable life hasn't made you lazy at all. I'm incredibly glad to see you, old friend.
He dabbed at the corners of his eyes, though it was more for show than genuine emotion.
- Allow me to officially introduce my... - he turned to the Sorceress for a moment and then addressed the host again. - No, no, not my wife. My soul is still too young to put down roots, haha! This is Linderia Orphidia - one of our trusted companions and an extremely talented specialist in her field.
He gestured respectfully, introducing them to each other.
- Inar Anluki, my old friend and fellow countryman, a man of art and action. One of those people I'm never ashamed to be acquainted with, - he smiled broadly again. - And the dearest Leia.

When Raphael introduced her, the girl bowed in a respectful greeting.

- Yes, we had to settle for this, - replied the Knight, explaining that they couldn't get into the bookshop because only women, or those with passes, are allowed into the Azure Alley. - Can you imagine? Only women, ha! And I suppose they only issue passes to those who live there or to the wealthy. It's a bit strange that there isn't any slavery here. What's interesting about this place? - Scipio asked about the place they were in. - Do they offer any services here, or what? What do they even do here?

— Uh-huh, boss, — said Shen, approaching the sleeping man. — Is the hall open today, or is all this wonderful equipment just here to collect dust?

— Yes, yes, yes, exactly, — he waved his hand, — please, prepare some tea for us. — While the girl was busy, Inar apologized again. — Be that as it may, Nisan, I am glad for our belated reunion and, Mistress Orphidia, for our acquaintance. He gestured for them to take their places on the pre-prepared cushions near the low table while Leia finished preparing.

—Yeah, I messed up. —the adventurer sheepishly scratched the back of his head. —Well, let’s have that eel then. What the heck, we only live once!

— How romantic, — commented Yuicys on Scipio's story, — a forbidden garden, full of mysterious riddles and beautiful roses. I would love to visit it!
— What a lovely neighborhood, I would live there, — added Cleona, — if there were fewer stupid bitches around.
— Hmm... — Yuicys tried to steer the conversation in a different direction and answered the question Scipio had asked earlier. — We haven't been here that long ourselves; we just bought a "compatibility horoscope," it's quite an interesting thing. Would you like to take a look?

— March 18th, half past four in the afternoon. — The guard looked sympathetically at the exhausted prisoner. — If you want, you can rest in your cell for another hour or two, or even sleep until tomorrow.

“That would be nice, yes,” Ilencia chuckled. “Outside the walls? Ugh, well… Okay, bye.”
Somewhat disappointed with the city, she decided to visit the workers’ guild during her remaining time.