With Bai off to et the heirs, Debauchery had delayed their trip to the dungeon and stayed longer under the lonely mountain to train with their students, after all, Bai estimates it will take a few weeks before he gets his hands on an heir and read his mory.
The Valyrians on the other hand were trying to go outside the lonely mountain and have so fresh air and open space, both are in high demand under the mountain.
Since Debauchery had nothing to do they agreed to escort the kids to Damascus for a tour and so free ti, although they felt like it was not the best ti for going out, they figured no one would target them. There was no one dumb enough to poke the nose of the lion.
The tour started with an open air classy restaurant, everyone ate their fill and drank and had so good quality ti, and for once they did not cause the usual feeding frenzy they were so used to. By sunset, all the adults were too drunk to think and the Valyrians got stuck with dealing with them, the best they could do was to book a hotel and let the adults sleep peacefully, the kids joined the snoring chorus soon. It's a wonder how one goes from wide awake to dream land in a blink of an eye, especially after a monuntal amount of stress for a long ti.
Yunan was the only one wide awake, he was sitting on a balcony looking at the entangled sleeping bodies, if it was not for everyone being unique, you wouldn't know which body parts belonged to whom. Under the full moon the mories of tale resurfaced in Yunans mind, he smiled and took out from his ring a very old book, it glistened under the moonlight.
The ink sparkled turning the words into a living painting. the painting depicted a most beautiful woman and a cute little goblin holding her hand as they walked besides a lake silver from the moonlight and surrounded by flower petals that flew gently on the breeze.
The beautiful picture faded away as Yunan closed the book, besides him was sitting a female he did not notice when she arrived. Yunan calmly looked at the woman who had a nostalgic smile on her face, there were tears threatening to leave her eyes and sully her serene look. Yunan simply smiled and turned his head away from the woman as he passed her the book. "He would have wanted you to have it, he put a magical seal on it, only those who were closer to you can open it"
The woman took the book with such a gentle touch it almost floated on her fingers, she hid the book sowhere with a look of lancholy, "what happened to him?" She asked. "Took his own tribe outside of Tartarus and kept the book as an heirloom for them, i have killed his descendants while training, i have earned so much thanks to him, i was even nad your friend thanks to him. According to my personal appraisers they said a few dozen thousands of years had passed since then"
The woman stayed silent for a mont but when she was about to say sothing, Yunan stood up, took her hand and jumped from the balcony into the garden behind the hotel, they landed among the fragrance of flowers. "Let's take a walk" Yunan kept hold of the hand and guided the woman into the outskirts of Damascus to a hill beside a stream, the hill was grassy on one side but filled with silver moon flowers that danced under the moonlight light.
Yunan made his way into the middle of the moon flower field and put two recliner chairs side by side and helped the lady to sit on one of them and he sat on the other, he then produced a bottle of so sweet wine that did not make one drunk or lose their faculties. Sothing he got from the dwarves.
Both sat there for hours bathing by the moonlighting, they talked about the story Yunan was writing for himself, they laughed at the antiques of Debauchery, they discussed the cult and the prophecies around them. They both had fun chatting with each other, until it was midnight.
The lady said with a regretful tone " if you don't go now, you might miss your friends, you might never see them again" she looked at Yunan from her reclining position, with a deep glint in her eyes. "They will wait for , I am lucky that way" Yunan's reply made the lady laugh so hard she was swinging her feet in the air.
"Today you are the luckiest man in the world, are you happy?" There was an indescribable smile on the lady's face, so enchanting and enslaving. " I am very satisfied with my luck tonight, but you need to wait a few years for to beco worthy of being your beloved ".
"outrageous claim. Many have made that promise but i have never t the sa man twice in my lifeti" the lady responded with her brilliant smile almost outshining the moonlight.
Yunan stood up from his chair and ca face to face with the lady, their eyes locked and they breaths tickled each other, so close they were. "does my eyes feel like they are lying to you?" Yunan asked the lady who only blinked at his boldness but did nothing to stop him. "Even if you truly an it, how can you find ?" The lady asked.
Yunan planted a small kiss on the lady's lips, a peck, an innocent promise of an innocent child " I am lucky that way" he whispered to her, he than sat up and helped the lady to her feet and started leading her in a dance to the ambient noise of crickets and other animals calls that drifted towards them. "My teacher once told that one dances to the music in their hearts, I never understood it before today, only i think i have crickets singing in my heart"
With a laugh the lady followed for what any onlookers would categorize as two lunatics stamping on the most beautiful canopy under the moonlight. It was until dawn did they stop from their childish gas, and all kinds of things one would never expects from either a 13 year old teen or a young beautiful woman.
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