Book1:TeDream-Maker (第116/166页)

ftrationtiredher,soshestretchedandlookedoutofthewindowatthelovelygoonandmountainranges．Degsomerexationwasinorder,shestooduptogotothetearoomforsomecoffeehtcocktaindperhapschatandpassthetimewiththebeautieswhomightbethere．Athinrollofmbskin-coveredbookinhand，shemovedhershapelybody，whichwasunhamperedbyanyclothinginthiswarmweather．Thenaturalfragranininefleshrushedstraightatherassheehetearoom,announgthepresenceofquiteafewofthebeauties．Anincrediblearrayofcharmihereyes．Itwaslikeamasterpieceofart,whichhadforitssubjectstheandmostbeauteousofanimals,perfectlyformedineverydetail，fromthestrandsoftheirglossyhairtothetipoftheirdelicatetoes．Ahemwouldbeworththetimelessappreciationofanartist．Enmass,theywereadazzlingrepresentationindeed．Aishasmiledandhemaopourherselfacupofcoffee,addingafewdropsofbrandy,atrickshehadlearntfromKingDimitri．Thebeautiesseemedtohavebeentalkingaboutsomethingmystifying,astheyalllookedperplexed．Aishasatdownamongthemobythewindow．Hercalmyetmagicpersonalitymadeheratoheteraroundwhichtheygathered．

    LittleDornahadgrowntobeabiggirlnow,herfigurebloomingintoyoungwomanhood."Aisha!"sheexcimed，"You’retheveryonewewerehopingtosee!Wewaalktoyou，butknowingyouwereinthemidstoffinishingyourthesis，wedidnotwanttodisturbyou.”Aishasmiledaffeatelyattheimpulsivegirndasked，

    "Whatareyouallsoseriousabout?"Deanna,whowasbornandraisedintheregionfarfromtherealmsofhumancivilization,tookituponherselftoenlightenthenewerwiththestoryofMedusa．Romilookedatthenativegirlwithlongbckhairdarkasnightfallinglongbelowherwaist,adornedonlybyasinglegiant-sizedtropicalflower．Ifthedelicateflowerfairywithherlongcasgsnow-whitehairweretherebesideher，seenfromtheback，theywouldbeaperfetrast，bringingasingur,unparalleledimpact．Deaontosay，

    "Notonlyarethetreasuresgone．I’veheardnativessaythatonmoonlitnightsaone-eyedmonster，withasinglehornoopofhishead，hasbeenseenroamingtheGiantMountains．IfmightbeCyclops,whohassomehledfreefromthecavewhereMedusahadimprisonedhim．Ifso,itbodesillforeveryoheKingdom．Thenewswasmetwithastunned，shockedsilence．Exquisite，crystal-likeAngelicawasthefirsttoreact．Ashiverpassedthroughherbodyandherdiamond,pendulum-likedrstrembledslightlyinrepercussion．

    "Really?I’vebeenimmersedinmywritingandneverknew!Oh，howterrible!Whatifhecrashedthroughthegatesofthepace?"ThepoisedandsophisticatedSamantha，whowasalwaysextravagantlymadeup,wassittioher．Shekhatforallhersharpintelligehetalentedpoetesswasemotionallyfragileandeasilyshattered，soshewenttothebarandpouredouttwogssesofbrandywithherperfectlymanicuredhandsandbrilliantlypaintedlongfingernails．ShehandedooAngelicatosootheherandsaid，

    "Don’tbeafraid．Thisisblessednd．NoevilmonsterharmushereorusurptheheavenlyordainedsntyofKingDimitri．Heisinvinciblebecauseheisprotectedbyhundredsofgods.”

    Natalie,stillinherballetshoes,washuddiedonacushiononthefloor，handscspedaroundherkneedeepinthought．Shesaid，

    "IhadapremonitionthatWhiteFairyinKingDimitri’sballetwilppearandhelpusthroughthetimesoftriandtribution.”Novel,whohadbeenlyingsidewiseonthe