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The grass dances about your feet.
You reach the top of the hill, your breath broken. The last few steps were quite steep. Master sits beneath the tree, a naked woman on his lap, so you try to look elsewhere.
“Master—” you start, trying to put the words together. “There is— something— ah, something I—”
Something shifts on his lap.
And with the crinkling sound of glass you realise your foolishness.
You stand, frozen like marble as the naked woman on Master’s lap stirs and stands up, her tall and curvy body coming into clear view right beneath the ring’s glow.
About her legs light goes up in flame as she unfolds her crimson wings, each of them pulsating with blood.
She regards you with a curious look in her golden eyes.
You have heard about her. But you never thought—
You fall to your knees, regarding the woman looking at you, a strange expression on her brow. If you did not believe you dreaming, you could swear the faint pink hue over her marble cheeks hints at embarrassment.
The Angel of Ansàrra. Embarrassed?
Folly.
But your thoughts are as withered and lost as shrubs in the desert.
“Argia Candente,” Carnaval says with a voice like echoing bells, “I have wished to speak to you.”
[b:lit] Silver Knight Quest #2 — The End [/b:lit]
