On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor Two Hundred And Thirty-Eight

Two Hundred And Thirty-Eight

“Looooook at mistress Eri first, Hyacinth can wait.” The adorable boggart said, her head lying on my extended arm as we stretched out on the grass under the Rhyming tree. Eri, on my other side, smiled prettily.

“Fine. I have to admit, I’m curious. I want to know what changed.”

“All right.” I agreed, my Eye shining a brilliant amber, and Eri giggled.

“It’s a bit hard to see, but when you look closely at your eye, it’s like a sea of stars, little flecks of amber in the grey. It’s unique, but I like it.”

“I’m starting to think you have an eye fetish.” I said, relaxed, and she giggled a second ti, her good humour after our lovemaking radiating from her.

“No, I have a you fetish.” She said softly, and Hyacinth chid in as well, agreeing.

“All right then. Enough banter. Here we go, prepare to be shocked, as I am. I don’t get it myself…”