Ah, winter... Excellent weather! True, the sun hardly shows up here at this ti of year, but getting married in winter—it's so wonderful! Especially when the psychomagic of an artifact carefully floods your mind with a sparkling, continuous delight. Thanks to Mount Slick, the temperature in the courtyard steadily held at a comfortable ten degrees Celsius above zero. Sotis it dropped slightly lower, but even then we were only brushed by a light, invigorating breeze.
They decided to hold the celebration right outside, in the fresh air. Mira, who had taken on the role of the main organizer, forced
to dress decently. I was squeezed into a strict formal coat and forced to pull on high boots.
There were about a hundred guests—mostly the first, most loyal residents of Mount Slick. But here and there, gold-embroidered clothes flashed: about a dozen important guys—diplomats from other states. I was categorically against their presence, but politics dictates its own rules, so I had to put up with it.
Weddings themselves in these parts were theoretically very simple, without tedious multi-hour rituals. We simply stepped forward, gave each other our vows, sealed them with a long kiss, and then—drink, rejoice, and disperse.
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Alastia dressed surprisingly lightly. Without heavy, enclosing robes and high collars, with almost completely bare arms and shoulders, she looked dazzling. We sat next to each other at the head of a huge table. And what is there to describe for long? Everyone around was partying and rejoicing. And I was rejoicing too—the mask worked flawlessly, not letting a single drop of anxiety leak out.
Right in the midst of the feast, I pulled out my savior. I brought those sa glass bottles that Mira had procured. THERE WERE THREE OF THEM! I rembered exactly. But soone managed to swipe one.
Left with two, I stealthily opened the first one and drank it in one gulp, and then finished another half of the second. The remaining part I offered to Alastia with an innocent smile. I was genuinely surprised.
She took the glass in her hands, sniffed the contents slightly, and... understood everything without extra words. She threw a long, expressive look at
and drank the rest.
I knew my own body, knew that the effect would take at least two hours to reach . But Alastia flared up almost instantly. Looks like I offered it to her too early. Her cheeks were flooded with a deep blush, and such a hungry, dangerous fire ignited in her eyes that even through my artificial happiness broke a slight prick of the instinct of self-preservation.
I made one striking anatomical discovery for myself. It turns out that there can be six-pack abs even on the back; I saw it with my own eyes.
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