Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Thewindhowled,bangedtheshutterandswelledthetapestry.Trissrolledontoherbackand,lostinthought,startedtobiteherthumbnail.

           GeralthadnotinvitedYennefer.Hehadinvitedher.Doesthatmean...?

           Whoknows.Maybe.Butifit’sasIthinkthenwhy...?

           Why...?

           "Whyhasn’thecometome?"sheshoutedquietlyintothedarkness,angryandaroused.

           Shewasansweredbythewindhowlingamidsttheruins.

           Themorningwassunnybutdevilishlycold.Trisswokechilledthroughandthrough,withouthavinghadenoughsleep,butfinallyassuredanddecided.

           Shewasthelasttogodowntothehall.Sheacceptedthetributeofgazeswhichrewardedherefforts–shehadchangedhertravelclothesforanattractivebutsimpledressandhadskilfullyappliedmagicalscentsandnonmagicalbutincrediblyexpensivecosmetics.Sheateherporridgechattingwiththewitchersaboutunimportantandtrivialmatters.

           "Wateragain?"mutteredCirisuddenly,peeringintohertumbler."MyteethgonumbwhenIdrinkwater!Iwantsomejuice!Thatblueone!"

           "Don’tslouch,"saidLambert,stealingaglanceatTrissfromthecornerofhiseye."Anddon’twipeyourmouthwithyoursleeve!Finishyourfood;it’stimefortraining.Thedaysaregettingshorter."

           "Geralt."Trissfinishedherporridge."CirifellontheTrailyesterday.Nothingserious,butitwasbecauseofthatjester’soutfitshewears.Itallfitssobadly,andithindershermovements."

           Vesemirclearedhisthroatandturnedhiseyesaway.