The
Temple of Wonders!
…A deep voice is saying loudly. It is recognized as the
one of the master of the house containing all these books, grimoires, tomes and
manuscripts. The luminous sphere still shines eternally, suspended, bathes the
place with a warm atmosphere (see Chronicle of the Mirror, part VI).
Ditratos and his lifelong friend, the fairy Yuna,
just cross the Mirror.
Finally
back! Says Yuna.
Fortunately the bed woven from Arachne’s silk (see
Chronicle of the Mirror, part VIII) is the best option for a well deserved
rest. Yuna adopts a simple shell lined with phoenix’s down of her native
fairyland. The deep voice of the magician cuts the silence:
Yuna
... my dear Yuna, I must confess that you surprised me a lot this time!
Oh
yes?
Replies Yuna. You mean the startling
suddenness into the realm of the Dark Elves? Course for a moment I had to act
solely on the motivation to keep the element of surprise. But since our return
to the Roche-aux-fées, it is this eternal dynamic that makes me pensive. I am
eternal, I, a fairy, this is normal. But this creature Arachnéida who is, it is
difficult to understand.
Yuna sits cross-legged, facing her friend. Ditratos looks
up to her with eyes a little wet. He feels helpless in front of the simple and
enchanting beauty of this fairy. A sculpted body with perfect forms, long and
silky hair, not to mention all these natural postures she adopts with grace,
delicacy and sensuality, like a favourite fairy. The language of her body
eclipses her words ...
What
do you think of it, my lovely ranger? The enchanting voice
becomes silent.
Whoops!
He says in an apologizing tone.
The two friends look at each other, Ditratos with
innocence and Yuna with a smile and a little amused by wasting her saliva. Then
tender glances are exchanged in the silence uniting them.
In a graceful swing, the little milky body is lifted
by rainbow wings. Time stops when tiny hands lay down on mage’s lips and
half-open them in order to breathe fruity aromas of exotic flowers yet unknown
by the master arcane despite his huge field of knowledge.
What
I was saying is that in the Inner Meanders, my fairy like eternity did recognized
itself in your own immortality. And then ...
Still in suspension in front of her friend, Yuna is
approaching again to drop a kiss on Ditratos’s forehead. The magician's eyes
reflect the image of the little fairy. The light shines in his eyes attracted
by so much grace dressed with charms and curves. The fragrance of wild flowers
flourish in this little body in two wings that adorned the magic...
CLAP!
CLAP! It's annoying at the end!
Yuna sings with an impatient voice, clapping her
hands producing sounds like crystal bells.
In a like manner flow many so valuable hours that
two friends can share. It is for this reason that eternity suits them. Their voices
echo in the Temple of Wonders touched by the luminous sphere. Thus, sound and light
affect these mysteries, secrets and dreams rocking finally our friends laying tenderly
against one another. Yuna did land on Ditratos’s chest, using his index as a
pillow while the magician is in his gardens of exotic flowers.
Good night, dear
friends!
