Did the Knight dare think after he froze like a snowman?
Did he dare think? At the banana sight of her new outlook he tripped from surprise and fell on his nose again.
When he resumed his composure, the Knight cleared his throat and estimated Mary’s frankly sparse clothing.
“Unorthodox, but alluring,” He said, straightening the collar of his tunic. “Though I am more inclined towards classical attire.”
“Nowadays, latest fashion has it that every lady, who respects herself, should wear a crinoline,” said Mary – well-enlightened in the Alpha Gem couture, but still with an air of disdain. “Well, I love floating in crinolines, but more than that I like to wear men’s clothing to show off my pretty, neat legs and ankles,” and she beamed in a proud smile. “And the miniskirt is a wonderful invention of the Ancient Egyptians who once lived on Earth. A miniskirt is rebellious, daring and it omens that the woman wearing it can get you in an amorous trouble” – she commented in defense of her ridiculous attire. She was full of expectation that the man would fall again just at the sight of her in a miniskirt, this time from sensual appetite. When that did happen, very pleased, she put on her black pointed shoes, the black pointed hat and headed like a hotshot in the darkness towards the Daffodil Fortress. The Knight was walking behind her like a docile Chinese wife and both parties sneaked into the Castle Garden, which was the most beautiful place on Alpha Gem.
“Young man,” this is where I gather herbs every dawning in the dew. I know this park like the back of my hand. I have met the royal unicorns strolling among the flowers…Here fairies and elves dwell, and one mustn’t shuttle around in the midst of the night, for trolls roam the marshland.” While she was gaily babbling the path became thinner and they found themselves among thorny rose bushes which ruined her garters. “Never mind,” Mary did not surrender. “Keep going and follow me! I will buy something to wear, when we reach the Motley Hill.” But the bushes became denser, and denser. “Maybe you could…pioneer the way with your sword…so that you are not completely useless.” – she demanded. “On second thought, maybe we should return a little… This way! Goodness! Have I had too much of the brew? I seem to have…well, my Knight, we have lost our way! We should wait for the dawn. Would you remind me why we headed to the castle in the midst of the night, wasn’t that mostly your idea?”
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