What was an orgy?
She held the door happily, very accustomed to such a tradition, and even more happy that it seemed to impress him. In fact, she’d held the door open for someone for her two decades of life with him, so there was no one on the planet who could hold open a door quite like she. At least she could do that for Nhiral. And… apparently be beautiful, as he said.
“I couldn’t witness the executions. I suppose I would sleep until these feasts of yours.”
She wasn’t certain if that last part was a jest or not, but she would play along. It felt like the polite thing to do, after all. Would anyone honestly find joy in being the center of attention before so many creatures? The thought alone made her sick with anxiety.
“Only if there are lots of flowers, or else I won’t smile once.”
❝ Oh, my, yes. There are lots of flowers. But they aren’t quite like the ones you’re accustomed to, I’m afraid. ❞ With a gait so elegant it could almost be called frolicking, the fallen moved across the grasses toward a small bush on the edge of the wood. Stretching out his hand, he took a couple of the leaves between three of his fingers and suddenly, they were transformed into purple, luminescent bells, akin to something one might see in the stygian depths of Earth’s deepest oceans. They moved as if alive, hanging bulbs of a greenish-yellow light protruding from within their cores, but they were quickly stunted; the smell and sound of something burning filling the air. Almost in the blink of an eye, they charred to a cinder, their ashes falling at Nhiral’s bare feet.
❝ The flowers in my realm are fed by the moonlight and are deadly allergic to the light of stars. ❞ His emerald orbs looked toward the sun, lids compressed by a furrowed brow.
❝ I had forgotten just how truly oppressive light can be; I’ve no idea how yu can stand it. ❞
