It was up, up, in the heavens of the Second of the Triplets where gods and a godesses talked. The rest, as it seems, have gone off to spy on the goblins of Ruthenium Picke, and weren't to return until the next morning.
But, as one may have already guessed, Consiles don't have "a morning", nor do they have "midday" or "evening" or "night". They simply have Time - "Time to make time". However, the Consiles - especially the living people of the Three Triplets, which was said to provide not only the best, fresh-smelling flowers, but also education - knew morning as "Fist Time", midday as "Second Time", evening as "Third Time" and night as "Fourth Time". Everything in between was just - well, "In between".
Mistress Snow had just finished brushing her long, straight hair, and with a ghostly look to her eyes she fixed them on Lord Cruizsuxs - or else, meaning in Consilii language, "Black". For his hair was a jet-dark colour, his eyes a supportive charcoal, and the robes that he wore were crow-tinted. He also had a graying sort of hue to his muscular body - this sort of shade that one easily would see on somebody just bitten by a zombie.
In fact, it was said that he had come from the very heart of "Ruthenium Picke", which was where zombies prowled and moaned for brains. But, was it not peculiar? For, as mentioned before, one had to be "perfect" to enter the heavenly world!
"Why do you look at me so, Snowdrop?" he asked her in a deep voice.
"I look at you so for you make eyes at Torlei as if you see nothing of me," and her orbs blinked away a few frozen tears.
The man grasped the Mistress around the waist, pulling her in, and with a thumb ushered away the tears.
"We are in a place - in a place that knows no Death. We shall never grow old, never ill... so why worry of such things? It is not, this Heaven, suitable for lovers. It is for powerful gods... and godessess... and you may hate me for saying this, but I'd rather love you more if you stayed my lifelong friend, not my... not anything more." and then, he kissed her softly, letting her hand brush against his, before she pulled herself back.
"But why do you want Torlei as your "more" and not me, Cruz?"
"I do not. It is just my nature, dearest - see, I played so with you in the beginning also; the only thing is that it's harmless."
So, the two powerful Upper-ers made peace over a toast of Sap-wine, and went to the magical "circle" where six of the other rulers were displayed. To explain this more, in the heavenly clouds that spread all around them, with only ann ocassional crease to peep down and spy upon the people of Consilii (also, heavens ended with every island, but that shall be talked of later), in the very heart of the Second Triplet's Heaven, was an enormous circle, glowing a powerful, electric red magic. And in the circle, there were twelve thrones, six of which were already occupied. In front of each throne stood a small table, with a glass of Sap-wine and a slice of red cheese sitting on them. That was where the rulers came to think, and drink, and eat, and talk and laugh and spy together - the very "Circle of Merriment", if there was one in this complex heaven.
Lord Omnied, a man with flashing carrot-red hair and blazing crimson eyes, with one eye instead of two, seemingly carved, big and round, in the top middle of his face, cleared his throat and raised his glass.
"Dear Cruizsux and Snowdrop, may you join us in this meeting?"
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