The path to the Main Building is adorned with breathtaking gardens of unnatural beauty, bright colors, strange designs on the petals, bioluminescent patterns and emanations of Zöhår are a common sight in this place.
Not to mention the guards posted along the perimeter, without counting those that are camouflaged or Ethereal, as some of this are similar to what the Summoners like to employ.
We reach the entrance of the construction, crossing to a completely different place; The exterior of the Mansion is beautiful, but can't be compared with the interior.
Lustrously shiny floors with a waxing so smooth that you can perfectly see your reflection.
Or that would happen if it were not for the high conductivity of Zöhår and Vyåhö of this material, illuminating the area beneath each person with a beautiful pattern that is unique or related to the owner's colours, traits and personality.
{What a relief!; Knowing that Oriana doesn't use underwear would have made me see her womanhood, and undoubtedly, I would be prone to devour her with ravenous engrossment}
The area of this vestibule is immense, leading to an Arch that marks the passage to the Main Hall.
Guarded by two creatures made of stone and metal, they are emulating a 16 meters tall Armored Knight, but their movements are fast and precise, even with their size, not blunt and lethargic, which leaves me with mixed feelings of shock and intrigue.
{How did they make them?, Are they Summonings?, Or is something else?}
The ceiling is overprotected too, as each groove you can possibly see is actually a not so small Combat Arachnid ready to be deployed, if not, they produce a dim light, enough to see without being intrusive.
{Isn't the security a bit too tight?}
We stop before crossing the Arch, advancing Norlan alone, as a loud, stern and tetric voice announce him.
*Son of the Head and Missildread*
All the people look to the Man arriving, who is followed by Forlán as soon as the Golem Knights allowed him to pass; Speaking again the voice of before.
*Son of the Head and Verithna*
The "Baby Brother" is unsure of how to address me, as he struggles to speak without saying "Brother" in his sentence.
—Eh?, Br… , I mean, T-Trektör, you have to go first, Is a tradition Br… , *Ahem*, W-We can't enter until you do Br… , Trektör…
Understanding the situation, I walk towards Norlan and Forlán, hearing the voice tetrically speaking once again.
*Son of the Head and Nylanesh*
The slight chitchat in the Main Hall grows louder into a small commotion, as several exaggerated gasps are followed by some sounds of fainted people collapsing on the floor.
*Son of the Head and Trenn'Ya*
The Baby Brother also enters being announced as the three of us, followed by Julietta and our group behind her.
"—Impressive Architecture and design"; Say Risteth with a flat intonation "—I have always been curious about how this place manage to gather so many specimens and resources in so little time, Perhaps you could illustrate all of us?, Son's of the Head".
"—I don't know all the details"; Answers Norlan with nonchalant attitude "—But creating better Cross Points to switch between Clarattoia and Aiottaralc is one of the reasons, as a way to counter the memory loss along with the partial regression of the body".
—Is the first time I heard about this.
—That is strange, we gave this information to the Academies"; Inform Forlán with puzzled face, moving away as he sees a pretty Lady winking at him.
Norlan sighs shaking his head at the behavior of his brother "—As he should have mentioned; With PROTOCOL disconnected, any inhabitant from Aiottaralc was basically crippled when they visit Clarattoia"…
{Is this why I saw them different there in comparison to here in Aiottaralc?}
—And improving the Cross Points would had encourage others to leave this Counterpart; So, maybe the Academies never did the changes to prevent the crossing, and I don't think they would try them now, as there is no difference once the Countdown of the Precept reaches Zero, in sixty something hours.
{So they could send Resources from Clarattoia to Aiottaralc and vice versa all this time}
"—Norlan": I call for my recently acquired Brother "—So this memory loss is possible to avoid or prevent it, but, what if has already happened to somebody?".
—Waiting is the solution Trektör, weeks to decades as it depends on each person; Although, a Contracted Partner revealing the truth is viable too, but depends on external factors as the Pact gives them access to all our memories, though, they can't know what we are missing unless they have a clue from someone else.
{Understandable, So that is why Annïzzhïa could explain to me that I am Handsome, because she sees everything without filters, not from my biased perspective}
—I need to leave you, differently to the ways of Forlán, I have real duties to fulfill; Do you have a Cellphone for me to contact with you Trektör?.
"—I do possess one now"; Showing the object Norlan is surprised "—Wow, that model is only two months old, I thought you didn't like unnecessary things".
—"I don't like them"!, "This" on the other hand, is a gift…
—She must be "Incredible".
—You don't have the dimmest clue…
—Haha, Well, I do have your number and frequency Now; We can talk from almost everywhere; Don't be shy to ask, and I will give you your allowance as soon as I have it, Enjoy the celebration and order anything you can think of, I am sure we have it…
Norlan goes to receive new guests as the Baby Brother and Julietta goes with Luana and Verizon to sit in the Main table; Staying with me Andára, Oriana and Risteth, taking a table for us as a waitress brings drinks, desserts and other small delicacies.
"—Your Baby Brother looks satisfied with Julietta"; Comments Oriana as Andára joins the talk "—And he is bonding really well with the other two, Verizon doesn't appear too threatening with those clothes, differently to you Trektör".
—Jajaja, I can see that, though, Luana looks out of her environment, Is acceptable to leave them on their own?.
Risteth's doesn't remain silent "—Alone, not on their own Drïekvïer; And It is, let them grow, we can intervene if is mandatory; However, with no facades covering their actions, your Baby Brother is more relaxed, you may not realize this, Drïekvïer; But he was extremely nervous, you have deviate most of the attention for him to calm down and step forward".
{She is correct, I did not even have this present as a thought}
—Risteth, Should I apologize later to him?, is his "Big Night", Right?, I…
—"""Hahaha""".
The three burst into laugh as Risteth assures me "—On the contrary Drïekvïer, when he comes to give you the "Thanks" for your clueless help, just hear him out".
—Understood.
"—So, you two call the other by the Real Name… , Are you together now Valrettia?"; Asks Oriana with a bit too much interest and absolutely no jealousy or anger in her voice, in fact, her stern glare is cracking, brimming with expectancy at the possibility of the positive answer.
—We didn't put a "Label" on us Oriana, but I do want a closer relationship with Drïekvïer, not limited to the "Intimate" part, still, I hope you don't mind if I invite him to my Chambers this night too.
"—I don't mind"; Oriana's sight is a bit lost, imagine something improper as her eyes observe me "—I don't mind"; She repeat with conviction "—But, Can we have a real Date for once Trektör?".
—Of course Oriana, just tell me when you are free…
Her smile is beautiful, yet almost inexistent, the curve is almost flat, and blinking would make anyone else to miss it, but that doesn't applies to me and the Quelizt coursing through my body to enlarge this moment.
{What would happen if I use Quelizt while I am copulating?}
The idea lingers on my psique for a few instants before immediately hearing hurried steps coming in my direction, unlike the first time I met the owner of this fragrant and flirty presence.
She tenderly touches my shoulders, and I let her do her misdoings, embracing me from my sitting position, pressing her lush bust against the back of my neck, whispering in my ear with a heated moan "—Tell me who I am?".
—You are "Mine" Itzxuria…
The pressure intensifies, rubbing her bosom against my nape as she is a bit indecorous with her petition "—Can I sit on your lap?, Pretty please Sir, I promise to behave myself".
I tilt my head to observe her before replaying, forgetting the "Not for long" or "Are you so needy" that I have as a possible answer to tease her.
She made have controlled her voice to not waver, but her moisten eyes and trembling lips from her tenseness tell me a different story; This is more than the coquettish whim she could create to mess with me.
And I am weak to this particular type of situations, because if it were the opposite situation and I got rejected, I would forget about them; Which is why, I am weak, accepting by patting my tight, giving her my permission to invade more my personal space.