Chapitre 8: Meet
"Cute"
That's all I just said after seeing it. She looked like an angel. She had hair as black as the plumage of a crow. That black hair was flying in the wind. Purple eyes contrasted with her hair. Two amethysts that shone like a sun. Her thin lips with a slight red color. Her little cheeks were so cute that I wanted to play with them. Her hair fell over her thin, delicate shoulders. Her thin neck fitted perfectly with her pretty face.
"Are you hurt?"
His question takes me out of my dream.
"I hurt my shoulder, but this will eventually heal, don't worry."
She let out a relaxed sigh. She looks me in the eye and smiles. His bright smile, he wanted me to have a feeling of happiness, joy, and peace.
I could admire it for a long time to come, but I will not finish.
"Tell me what are you doing in this forest all alone, and why this bear was after you."
"I go to the forest when I want to be alone, to think .... And to answer your question, I entered his territory without doing it on purpose, and he took me for an invader," I answer such with a soft and a little guilty voice.
"I'm sorry again that you hurt yourself to help me."
"It's okay, don't worry, I'm recovering quickly."
A silence fell, and she ended up breaking it.
"To make amends, I'm going to help you heal yourself. Come with me near the stream that flows from the waterfall to clean your wound."
"Ok, thank you."
She smiled at me, got up, helped me up, and walked with me. Then, arriving at the stream, she asked me to sit on a rock on the bank.
"Alright, take off your top," she said to me with a red, innocent face.
"Okay"
Tee-shirt I ob is and take off my.
Seeing my upper body, she begins to blush but shakes her head to return to normal.
She starts to clean me gently so as not to hurt me. During this time, I look at her face. Even with her seriousness, she remains adorable. Ahhhh, what are you thinking? You are a ghost, the greatest assassin on earth, the worst calamity, and you become a lolicon. Go you better than that?
"There, it is cleansed, but it will take a while to heal, so I will use a spell to speed up the healing."
This sentence shocked me. This little girl used magic. Even though it's a little spell, it's still magic.
"Can you do magic?"
"Yes, since I was little, I have been able to do magic," she replied with a small voice.
"Do you think I'm a witch so I can do magic?" she asked me with a worried voice.
"No, why, on the contrary, I find it cool."
"That is true ?"
"Yes," I smile at her, and she blushes, then initiates some healing. (AN: I couldn't find a specific healing spell, so I think I'll say which spell the mages use.)
A light appeared in her hands, and she rested them on my wound. When the light comes into contact with my skin, I feel like my skin is warming up. After two minutes, the wound looked less severe. Sweat trickled down his cheek.
Fuuuu
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, don't worry, I'm not really, so when I do a spell, I'm a little tired afterward."
There we veil an orange light extending over the water of the stream. So we notice that the sun is starting to set.
"I'm going to have to go home, or else my parents will be worried," she told me.
"Alright, tomorrow we could play together, right?"
"Yes, with pleasure"
We get up and start to say goodbye. But she asks a question
"Sorry, but I still don't know your name."
"Saibus, Saibus Di Vine and you"
"Yen, Yennefer from Vengerberg"
"It's a pretty name."
"Thank you" she gave me a pure, innocent smile that made her so cute and then left.
I stood there without moving with my eyes that did not leave her. She followed the stream, and I lost sight of her.
"Yennefer of Vengerberg," I said aloud. I smiled and then started to run home.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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