Tipsy Moon - стр. 15
Suddenly a shadow ran across her face, the smile and enthusiasm were replaced by thoughtfulness and anxiety.
"Eithne…" – she turned to me, but her gaze was looking somewhere to the right of me into the distance. I turned in the direction of her gaze.
"Mmm?" – and saw that she was looking at the main guest of the night – the vampire.
"Have you noticed who our guest is tonight?" – the banshee asked anxiously.
"If you mean the handsome vampire, then yes. I managed to get a good look at him. But I haven't had a chance to talk to him yet".
"I hope there won't be a chance…" – Ashlyn muttered.
"Why?" – my eyebrow went up. Maybe he's not her type? I wonder what kind of taste the banshee has. I've never seen her flirting with anyone though …
"The appearance of a vampire is always a bad omen… It is always better to stay away from them".
There was something in her words that sent shivers down my spine. A banshee would know a thing or two about omens. Perhaps I should have listened to her, even though there was something so alluring about this vampire. Maybe it was just my natural curiosity…
We gazed at him for a couple more minutes and, having made sure that no danger emanated from him at the moment, finished our ale and returned to dancing.
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"Ah… That's it… I can't take it anymore…" – Ashlyn was barely dragging her feet, finally leaving the dancing circle. I was following her at the same speed of a turtle.
"Yeah… that's definitely enough for today", – I agreed, breathing heavily.
Then I heard the flapping of wings and a few seconds later, which was quite expected, Finn landed on my shoulder.
"Hey, buddy! Where have you been?" – I asked the raven with a smile, lightly patting his feathered belly. – "Did you find anything interesting?"
Finn slightly raised his right leg, on which I noticed a small ring. I held out my palm, and he shook his finding into it.
"I hope you didn't steal it…" – I looked at my friend warily. Stealing the personal belongings of fairies, especially jewelry, was a big taboo in our world. These things absorb part of the owner's aura. A curse will fall on anyone who dares to steal this part…
The raven cawed twice and flapped its wings, clearly saying angry: "How dare you think that about me!"
"There, there. I'm sorry. I don't doubt you at all! It's just very strange… Who could lose a ring in the Fairy Meadow?"
I held the ring up to the moonlight to get a better look at it. The smith who made this ring clearly was skilled in jewelry. There was a beautiful ornate pattern all over the ring, successfully intertwined with small precious stones.