He heard a slight whisk of the sword cutting through the air, but after waiting for a while, the blade never fell on him. Ysilnod looked up in utter confusion, only to see that one of Nidia's fingers was bleeding.
"I will grant you my blood!" Nidia said imposingly. In my eyes, she looked like a noble queen bestowing a title to her subjects. She dropped the blade and urged him, "Quickly drink it, there are still a lot of things to do and we don’t have much time. I don’t want Tia to turn me back into an egg and I hate the thought of not being able to move for a thousand years!"
Ysilnod's mood at the moment was very hard to describe. He immediately took hold of Nidia's little hand and enveloped her fingertip with his hand, his shoulder shaking. The wound was deep, so the gift he received wa
