Ech, šiandien susiprotėjau kad praleidau savo mėgstamiausios rašytojo naujos knygos pasirodymą.
Tai dabar kramsnoju ir lūžtu iš juoko beskaitydama. Kaip aš pasiilgau šios autorės humoro. JAu maniau kad autorė nesugebės sukurt jokio pritrenkenčio personažo. Na, bet ši Elina tai tiesiog nemirtinga
"The one with short black hair and black eyes, who seemed to be the sister of the rude dragon, smiled at Elina. Hi.
Elina gave a typical Rider greeting. Hope death finds you well today.
Um . . . okay. She cleared her throat. Im Branwen. This is Izzy.
Elina Shestakova of the Black Bear Riders of the
Yes, yes. We got that. Earlier. Your . . . extensive
name.
Have you come to kill me? Elina asked.
Uh . . . no.
Then move.
They did, and Elina stepped between them and began walking. She studied the castle as she walked. There were beautiful tapestries on the walls. Some depicting battles. She stopped to look closely at one and realized the two females were still behind her.
She faced them and asked, Do you fear I still plan to kill your Dragon Queen?
Surprisingly, no, the one called Branwen replied.
So you follow because you find me attractive? Sadly, for you, she went on honestly, I do not desire females. But there are many in my tribe who do. I can introduce you. You can become one of their many wives.
What? No.
There is no shame. Many of our tribes are made up of only females. They do not like men. They do not like cocks. They only like the pussy.
No, no, no, Branwen quickly corrected. We like the cocks.
The brown-skinned woman, Izzy, suddenly turned to her comrade. What are you doing?
I dont know. But shes completely freaking me out! I think it was that greeting. Who says hello like that?
If death does not find you well, Elina explained, he will take you. So we hope he finds you well.
Izzy nodded. See? That is quite logical.
You have eyes like bastard dragon, Elina noted about Branwen. And you were with him earlier at jail. Do you share mother? Or do all your dragon people who are not royal look alike?
We share mother.
Now youre starting to talk like her? Izzy asked.
I cant help it! The way she talks is oddly entrancing. She took a breath. Hes my brother.
I pity your soul. He is bastard. And deserves painful death. You, however, seem very nice. I am glad to know you. She nodded at Izzy. And you, too, dark-skinned female with big shoulders. You remind me of bear I once hunted during snowstorm. I use his pelt now on my hut floor.
Since the females did nothing but stare at her, Elina turned and went in search of food.
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