She wasn't afraid at all, just angry. Fear helps a person survive. A man feels fear and runs, hides. And when otherwise it is impossible - the fear prevails and fights with the enemy for life. This is how the world of people works. Battles, struggle for survival, in which you have to fight or run.
Everything is different for fairies. They do not need to survive. The laws of human peace over them are not in control. They belonged to another world. Going from their world to the human world, they received powerful, indestructible protection. Eleseum's trait, the Charms of the Preservation, was the nickname given to her by the wizards of Remedy.
The line did not resemble a single spell of human magic. She was not a spell in the sense that people put into this word. The line did not work as an energy barrier or force field. It shaped the circumstances.
When Dale tried to kiss Miriel without her consent, a couple of drunk gulags dumped them in the snow. This was always the case when someone tried to hurt a fairy tale or to get hold of it against their will.
The intruder could have slipped on a flat surface. He would have had a combed eye or a heart attack. A guard would appear or someone else would intervene. Or a brick would fall on his head.
So Miriel understood that Arelato could not kill her or rape her. She wasn't in serious danger. But how does it feel for Dale to look for her everywhere in the tent - and not find her? What do parents feel when they lose their daughter without a trace?
Damn Arelato! To chew off his legs' demons! Well, how can you take it and pull it out of your life like this, from your family and friends? Separate from the groom, break the plans?!
He exuded an icy calm when Miriel raged from the inside like a fire. I wish I could punch him in the face! She imagined her fist being carried away... A blow - and the serenity slips down from the faded face... And underneath the black eye, whose eyes penetrated to the bone, a huge black eye blurs.
But then I remembered how yesterday, at the black hole of the portal, she was confused in her arms and legs, pulled away. The scoundrel Arelato swaddles her before she swings. She reads her intention in her head and immediately immobilizes her with magic.
And then Mirielle remembered the coldness in her head from his magical penetration. No matter how much she was sulking, she couldn't forget the strange sensation... Exciting and almost pleasant.
How could that be? She was angry at the kidnapper. She dreamed of hitting him in the face. She hated it because he reads her mind. But touching his magic caused feelings that are pleasant to remember... Who wanted to relive it again... How is that possible?!
Mirielle felt she couldn't handle herself anymore. Tension, anger and indignation, misunderstanding, self-understanding... There were too many events and experiences even for a fairy. And then there's the difference in time, it turns out, ten hours...
In Coffee it's night, and here it's the middle of the day. This is a trifle compared to the abduction. But he became a straw that broke the back of the pack merino. If she continues to think and feel further, her head will fall apart into small pieces. Mirielle plunged into bed, buried her head under a pillow and passed out.
Leaving the fairy alone, Mark headed for the Diamond Armor Hall. Orshava was waiting for him there, as he had ordered. The stubborn student tried to impose herself as a fairy's translator, but Arelato decided to talk to the prisoner alone.
He knew that strange and bizarre things were going on in the head and soul of the Master. She enjoyed bringing him the women herself. She put others into his bed since she couldn't be there herself. As if she was involved, if he took her choice.
Mark did not condemn Orshava, did not cut her perverse initiatives - as long as they were useful to his interests and desires. There was nothing to complain about yet. So far, the taste of Orshava has not failed.
She was the one who found him a deliciously sweet fisherman Tesso... And now I have brought this green-eyed tiger, Miriel. The Grand Master smiled unwittingly, remembering a gentle voice ringing with rage: "Get out of my head!
She looked so touching and funny at the same time - helpless, angry, misunderstood. And desirable - at first sight. Is that how the fairy spell works?
Arelato entered the hall. Orshava jumped towards the end of the day. She was expecting to catch up for intrusive behavior in the fairy bedroom. Arelato wasn't going to raise the student or punish her for disobedience. She had to work urgently.
- Open your mind," said Arelato on the move. - I will give you the images of the boy, which I just ripped out of the fairy.
Orshava froze, obeying the magic of the teacher. Without slowing down, Mark poured paintings and energy impressions into it. Then he approached Diamond Armor, put his hands and feet in the shining armor, which seemed to have grown into a rock.
- I open the portal. Ten seconds to transition. Nine... eight...
When Arelato counted to zero, behind Orshava's back a black gaze opened, so frightened Miriel yesterday. The woman jumped into the hole. The blackness swallowed her, and the hole was tightened. The portal closed.
Mark got out of Diamond Armor. Only a powerful artifact allowed him to open the portal to another continent, across the ocean. Not a single Merkan wizard, even the Grand Master, could create such a spell on his own. But Diamond Armor increased the magician's power tenfold, allowing him to perform real miracles.
Arelato wanted to believe that Orshava would return with the boy. Then he will not lose time with the fairy. He wouldn't have to find a way to put her to bed when he crossed the line. The groom's life and health are a good reason to give in to Mark's harassment.
But the intuition of the Grand Master suggested that everything would not work out so easily. Fish does not jump into the mouth itself. Orshava could have brought the boy yesterday, along with the fairy. If she didn't do it, it means someone interfered.
Now Arelato was more hopeful that the student would find traces of those who stole the boy from under her nose. Who dares to stick sticks into Randu's wheels. They will be paid back cruelly.