He took it.
He didn’t smile at me, didn’t say anything, just took the toy that was handed to him, while still clinging to his mother with one hand.
And I remember that he didn’t toss it away, no, he held it tenderly and tucked his face in its soft fur.
And I turned away, hiding my face in mom’s skirt, and she took me away.
That’s how our first meeting ended, and our relationship still adjust…
But I still love Arel…
And I know he loved the toy I gave him…
My name is Carina. Carina Kors, but I often call myself Carina Iness. Adding the name of my mother, whom unfortunately I don’t remember at all.
It’s been about two months since I came to the Castle, came for the Winter festival and stayed. Stayed with the prince and his friends. During this time I got to know them better, learned to find a common language with them, even though it wasn’t easy.
Along with them I took part in the response to the Black Bey and his ally. And I saw how Orel and his warriors fight. How they pair up and work in a total harmony with each other. And each one adjust his attacks to another, and puts up a guard if his friend is under attack.
And along with them I’ve spent some fun nights in “Bakar” at the Lower City, and in Orel’s Castle. And I’ve seen them quarrel, unable to agree. They argue so fiercely, each one tries to convince the others he’s right, but at in the end nothing changes, and everyone remains with his own opinion. Their arguments are pointless, they cannot hear each other, and everyone is talking to himself, but cannot hear himself, just as he cannot hear the others.
Chapter One.
“The First Time”
“I agree to gamble on the wishes, if whoever loses won’t refuse to fulfill them” – said Tol, picking out of habit his gapped teeth with his fat fingers.
“Yeah”, – Orel nodded, “Screw you and your wishes! You’ll just make the looser lick Asa again.”
Everybody laughed.
“Hey, you didn’t lick her!”– Tol protested with outrage, and everybody roared with laughter.
“So what do you suppose I did?!”
“Poured a bottle of wine into her and took a sip!”
“But she came! The deal was licking her till she comes, it’s not my fault she comes with me faster than she comes with you!”
“Now the looser would lick Tol’s ass” – Lis said, laughing. His black hair framed his pale grey face like dark tangled icicles.