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“No, I really didn’t sleep well last night.
-Shows on your face. What was it? The pickled snails on tenth course?
-Haha, nah, I hid those in a flower pot.
-The count’s wardrobe malfunction then? They could use pictures of this if they somehow wanted to restrain procreation across the Empire.
-If you knew the horrors I have seen to get here – no, it wasn’t that, or the gossip, or the terrible shoes they make us wear.
-Then..?
-You’re in a room that overlooks the courtyard. Mine has a view on the plaza. And it’s the light. That damn obelisk making everything look as if it was daytime. And – I think I dreamt in a language I don’t know.”
Serafina and the baroness of Dogdaba
Ah, to dream in a language one does not know, that would be a marvel.
Oh, someone who resembles my dad! Is he telling me he’s disappointed? Or that he’s proud? Who cares, I didn’t understand any of it and it’s up to my interpretation!
The ol’ “stress cleaning the merchandise to avoid talking about your emotions” trick. This page is just gorgeous, the colors are incredible! Also mystery knees and mystery feet….
Hehe, that’s why these pages are so time-consuming^^ but rather that than wanting to redo them afterwards. Thank you 🙂
I really wanna see his helmet after that “cleaning”
Oh, Lao takes good care of her wares.
I’ve seen you’ve changed your username again, in case it’s because login is a bore, I’ve added a little link on top of the right column – don’t know if it works, but might help. 🙂
I hate it when I dream in tongues. You never know what you’re going to have to clean up off the floor the next morning!
At least afterwards the floor will be finger-lickin’ clean!