Chapter Eleven
- What is it like? - she asked after the hiccups that attacked.
Aryl was silent, obviously trying to calm down. I didn't understand the reason for his anger. Seriously, where did he come from? On my drawing.
- Who should come to you now? the sorcerer asked a counter question.
He had already calmed down a little and did not hiss like an offended cat. But my hands were trembling. Because I painted a portrait with them yesterday. And now he looks at me and talks. Despite the slate-gray color, in general Aryl looked like a real one.
“First, vir Cerium,” she answered somehow, “more precisely, not now, but in an hour.” Then the matchmaker, and then I wanted to read before going for a walk in the garden. Like looking for grooms.
- Lay me among the books on the table by the w
