The sky aglows with with the sunlight hitting my face. The flying speed of Natvoshka's Majestic Gryphon, is comparable to an old fighter jet, barely able to break the speed of sound.
With the wind exerting immense pressure against us, a drawback countered by our respective Bodsh's, allowing us to easily glide through the clouds, letting me feel a sensation of freedom that cannot be matched by anything i have ever experienced until now.
{It's almost like plummetting from orbit, but rather than a measured descent, it's swift a horizontal advance…}.
After a few minutes, i notice the repetition of a biome, as we already flew over that section.
"Why are we circling Clamour, Vosha?".
"To feel the cool wind, refresh our ideas, and calm your restless appalled mind". She looks back at me, her right silver eye shining with intense Emts, captivating my attention, disregarding Natvoshka's burn scar on her seasoned, immaculated face.
"Little Volttair. I know what it feels to have an engagement cancelled. At that time, all i wanted was to delve into another Precepted Amalgam, finishing what the previous couldn't achieve…".
Natvoshka pats the Gryphon's neck, altering our path, returning to Clamour. "Besides, Takctoor is very far away. I have someone who owes me a favor, and can transport us to Reveroth City, an instantaneous and safe travel. It's not possible to know what might have come out of any unsupervised Amalgams".
Soon, we arrive in front of a building i recognize, The Guesthouse.
Girlande opens the door, frozen at sighting Natvoshka, who grins with predatory intent, as we enter in the vestibule.
"So here is where the «House Wrecker» of the Gadrigoth was hiding". She snorts, licking her plump lips with evident sadism. "«Fret No Fear», luck is on your side Maidenless Deaconess. I need to have a word with the building's owner, Larissa Lunniares. I come for a favor…".
The Landlady rushedly comes down the stairs, jumping to accelerate her presence at the entrance. "Did i hear someone asking a Favor from me?!". Her excitement is palpable, but vanishes instantly when she sees Natvoshka, clicking her tongue with displeasure. "It's been a long time since «I» repaid a favor. Today i'm in good mood. So don't ruin my happiness with your petition, «Bleached Blonde»".
"Transport me and my protégé to Reveroth City, «Greased Grass»".
"Who is?…". Larissa tilts her head, observing me with a mischievous smile, her Emts slamming close the door behind me. "I didn't know you had connections with the Nydrikoffs".
{She is pissed?!. Why?}.
"I met Vosha today at the Lyceum, she invited me to Takctoor…".
Larissa cuts me short. "Did Verulkya gave you permission to depart?".
"Indeed".
The Landlady turns her attitude from stern to seductive, closing the distance extremely fast, pressing her body against mine, embracing my neck with her slender arms. "I suppose no one is left behind in this trip".
"What do you mean, Landlady?". I ask confused. But she simply nibbles my earlobe, being way more intense, proactive and sensuous than what she usually is.
{The Nydrikoffs are a fucking landmine, and i just accept to carry this baggage. Girlande is hell furious, and Larissa is committed to the bone to inspire a sliver of jealousy in Vosha}.
I see Natvoshka tensing her jaw, not doing the slightest movement, just staring at me.
{Holy shit!. It's actually working!}.
My dispersed senses and deviated sight, are caught and drawn towards the Landlady's sultry purr at my ear. "Cresseida's promotion and transfer was approved an hour ago. She will join the ranks of Takctoor's Library in Reveroth City. Handsome. Isn't this perfect?".
For a moment, i am genuinely tempted to say, «It would be a perfect day if i were still engaged». But i'm not so heartless. Or at least i'm not towards those who doesn't show malicious intent towards me, and this group of Ladies, had been supportive and caring in their own weird way.
"It is".
My soft breathless reply is interpreted by Larissa as a playful ragged tease, reducing the distance with a sour, tender kiss.
{She knows}.
The poorly wiped traces of tears on the Landlady's cheeks are not tears of joy for Cresseida's promotion, but sad marks of something more grudgeful and profound.
{She knows about Seinnissia}.
"Handsome. I'm not telling you this to give you a way out. Or for my sake. So i can finally stop being a Spinster. But. We can get married, and then Galishia could…".
"I appreciate the gesture, Larissa". I say with resolution. "But i don't require anyone's approval to dictate who becomes my Family. «Ceremony or Not». Galishia is my Partner. The same goes for you, Cresseida and Girlande. I don't understand the need for Pure Scions and Heiresses to be engaged so they can have Impure partners. And honestly. I don't care. I'm not going to follow this City's alignments. Nor coming back. Unless it's to conquer, or destroy this backwards Metropolis".
The blazing orange eyes of Larissa ignite with impassive conviction. "You are right, Vurckair!. Fuck Clamour!. Fuck the Zaggrioth Meritocracy!. And Fuck the Purity Keepers!…".
{So these «Purity Keepers» are the one's even Ines, an Iscandaris, is wary of}.
"Cresseida!. Galishia". Larissa screams so loud the building vibrates, making me dizzy with the intensity of the sound waves.
"Grab what you can… , No!. Pick only the most relevant and personal possessions you have!. We are purchasing everything else!".
The preparations are issued promptly, carrying our belongings to the Guesthouse's basement, where an hexagonal platform is located.
Emts flow from Larissa, the ethereal threads merging with all of us, coating our bodies with a mesmerizing orange hue, bloating into a translucent sphere that gets more intense, flashing momentarily, before dissipate into nothingness.
"Welcome to Reveroth City". Teasingly says Larissa, grinning mockingly at Natvoshka.
Though the Nydrikoff ignores the playful Landlady, both having a twisted way of bugging others.
"I assume you'll be staying here with the Greased Grass, Little Volttair?".
"I don't want to be ungrateful with them. Still, thank you, Vosha. I really needed that frosted breeze to cool off…".
"Don't mention it…". Natvoshka heads towards the stairs of the basement we arrive at, pausing for a moment due to an orange Reuleaux Barrier appearing in her way.
"Where do you think you're going, Bleached Blonde?. Bringing you here was exhausting. You'll have to use those muscles to carry our luggage tomorrow in our shopping spree. So stay the night here. And don't try to sneak out"….