The girl hugged him back, kissed him on the cheek, which made the guy overreact. He took the girl in his arms and made her dance to the music of the gypsy quartet: violin, harmonica, guitar and zurna - a gypsy flute with a bizarrely high sound.
- Miri. - he whispered excitedly. - Can't we wait until you come back? Choose me today! Now, this night!
- You're doing it again, Dale! We have decided everything!
- Let's make a decision! Why are you pulling it out? Or are you planning to stay in the forest? Forget me?
- I won't forget you, Dale! I am the fairy of fire. Those are the airy ones in Eleseum who forget the mortal world. Besides, they have no elect. And we, the fiery ones, love the world and our chosen ones. You have nothing to fear. I must beware - if you cannot wait, you will find a girl!
- After you? Never!
The guy hugged his lover tightly. His face leaned very close over her. The lips grabbed the girl's lips and touched her. He carefully tried to open them with his tongue and really kiss Miriel.
She tried to retreat, but Dale, finally excited, pressed her hard against him. Nathan's tongue tried to push the fairy's lips apart.
And then some of them pushed into her from behind at full speed. All four fell into the snow.
- The Creator's mother was a mess! - The voice of a man from a snowdrift was lavishly dressed. - I'm sorry, my friend, we didn't want that! Demon crowd, don't miss it!
Mirielle jumped on her feet first and stretched out her hand to Dale. The guy didn't tie himself up - he shook his hand, and the girl lifted him out of the snow with a strong jerk. It was as if not thin handles seventeen-year-old beauty, and mighty paws port loaders.
- A line? - Dale asked his friend.
Miri shrugged his shoulders.
- Looks as if. Or maybe accidentally crashed. Who will take it apart?
- Well, you say that your devil controls are just a coincidence. Demons would have taken it away from me.
The devil's spell protected the fairies from the dangers of the mortal world. Especially from men who are enthusiastic about their inhuman beauty. The only human being could own a fairy - the one she will choose herself.
Dale always broke her eggs so that Mirielle could choose him as quickly as possible. But she took her time. She hadn't been to Eleseum, the magic forest in the east of the mainland.
From there came Diarad, Miri's mother. But Miriel was born in the coffee of a mortal. And she wanted to see Eleseum before she connected with the man.
- Choose me, what, Miri? - Dale whispered hot into her ear. - I want you.... I can't stand urine.
Mirielle withdrew and answered strictly:
- I will, Dale. When I come back from Eleseum. We agreed: two years. And then I was elected and married.
- The whole winter was still to come", the young man did not withdraw. - Why do they lose?
- And Vyaz, Dale? How are you coping with her? You will climb the wall when I leave. We will both go to the wall.
Dale stopped talking when he was fighting himself. And Mirielle looked back at her parents. They hugged each other with all their bodies. It was as if the invisible threads had woven them together. The fire of mutual passion shone in their eyes. The ligature. The inextricably strong power that connected the fairy inextricably with the chosen one warmed her up and strengthened her attraction to each other.
Until the end of his days both the man and the fairy felt the same passion and tenderness as the human lovers in the first months of their encounters. They did not need any others. Such a relationship knew no cheating, the attraction in them did not fade, dulled by years of intimacy and a life together. Endless honeymoon.
Because every Remidian dreamed of a fairy. About love and hot, immortal passion until death.
But each rope has about two ends and each cloud has a silver lining. Vyazi also had a back. Much less pleasant than the hot passion and lifelong fidelity of the spouses.
The ligature made the separation unbearable. The fairy separated from the chosen one was tormented by the emptiness. A black hole, which dries out, freezes the heart. Death that was spilled over the veins, such as gangrene or tumor.
And the man just went crazy. Feelings burned in the heat of attraction, the pursuit of the beloved. And when she wasn't there, the fragile mind couldn't stand it. But Dale, young and strong, laughed only at the danger of Väzi.
- Miri. I would have followed you to the end of the world. If your eleseum had let men in, I would have followed you without hesitation. I would have left both the shop and the parents. You are everything to me, dear.