Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Christ 3

Krista joins Silva on the edge of the dome to await Cerveny's arrival. The dome is wide and shallow, made of glass and decorated with fine silver tendrils. Krista saw the mosaic on the floor of the round building below. The mosaic is glimpsed among the guests of the feasts - two wolves chasing, destined to keep circling as long as the Royalemerald is still standing.

    Guests who entered through the bow were led in small groups to branch rooms to be searched in case of weapons. Krista sees the guards coming out while scooping up a small mound of brooches, porcupine spines, even a sash that Krista assumes contains metal or wire.

    "You don't have to do this, you know, right?" Silva said. "You don't have to wear silk anymore."

    "I've done something even more sinister."

    "I knew. You climbed six floors of hell for us."

    "That's not what I mean."

    Silva was silent for a moment. "That's me knowing too." He hesitated, then said, "It's important that's the reward for you?" Krista is shocked to hear the guilt in Silva's voice.

    Ghantaclock began to toll nine times. Krista looked at the wolves chasing around the floor of the round building. "I'm not sure why I started this" he admitted. "But I know why I need to finish it. I know why fate brought me here, why I was sent to meet this great reward."

    His answer was short, but he was not yet ready to utter the ideals that were sparked in his own heart - his own mind, the ship under his command, the noble mission. These ideals must be kept secret, new seeds that can flourish as long as they are not forced too quickly. Krista doesn't even know how to sail a ship. Even so, part of him wanted to tell Silva everything. If Silva doesn't choose to go home to Juwel, a Heart Furniture is a perfect fit for his crew.

    "They arrived" Silva said.

    The girls from Cerveny marched in through the doors of the round building while forming an arrow formation. Their dresses sparkled under the light of the candle, the hoods of the robes producing shadows on their faces. Each hood represents a smooth-eared Riverdale and soft-white bottles, a brownish-red-shielded Knuddelbar horse, a red-scaled Kuwei snake, a Juwel fox, a leopard from the Southern Colony, and a red-scaled Kuwei snake, ravens, stoats, and of course Katsi Zemeni-Katsi which means Cat. The tall blonde girl who plays the role of the silvery-feathered Barchen wolf is absent.

    They were intercepted by women in uniform.

    "I didn't see it" Silva said.

    "Just wait. Peacocks will enter last."

    Right, there he is: Lois Tefiti Lodfellow, lined in a bluish-green satin wrap, intricate decorations of peacock feathers framing his golden-haired head.

    "Smooth" Silva said.

    "The subtle does not do well in Krisbow."

    Krista let out a high whistle. Tera's whistling sounded from a distance. Here it is, Krista thought. He pushed it and now the rock is rolling down the hill. Who knows what the impact of the damage will be and what can be built between the rubble?

    Silva squinted at the glass. "How could he not collapse because of the objection to so many diamonds? Those diamond grains can't be real."

    "Oh, real, really" said Krista. The jewelry was bought with sweat, blood, and girls like him.

    The guards divided Cerveny's entourage into three groups, while Lois was escorted separately. Peacocks are unlikely to be asked to flip clothes and lift skirts in front of their young.

    "They" said Krista, pointing to a group consisting of Katsi Zemeni and Knuddelbar's horse. They headed to the door next to the room.

    While Silva was trailing the group with his eyes, Krista moved up the roof, following their route.

    "Which door?" cry Krista.

    "Third from the right" Silva said. Krista moves into the nearest airway and lifts the lid grille. The airways were narrow enough for Silva, but they could still pass through. Krista slumped into the ventilation ducts, then crawled in the narrow passageway that connected room by room. Behind him, he heard a loud bang and then a loud thump as Silva hit the bottom of the channel like a sack of laundry. Krista squeaks. Hopefully the crowd's fanfare below hides them. Or who knows Royalemerald inhabited the rats are very large.

    They crept forward while occasionally peering into the vent cascade. Finally, they saw a kind of small meeting room converted for guest searches.

    The Exotic Girls had stripped off the robes they had spread onto the oval long table. One of the blond guards was patting the girls all over, fumbling at the seams of their clothes and the hem of their costumes, and even poking their hair, the other guard was watching while holding a rifle. The girl seemed to be clumsyly carrying a weapon. Krista knew that in Barchen women were not allowed to serve in the army as combatants. Maybe the female guards were snuffed out from another unit.

    Krista and Silva waited until the guards finished ransacking the girls, their robes, and their beaded little bags.

    "Ven tidder," said one of the guards as they walked out of the room to let the girls improve.

    "Five minutes" whispered Silva to translate.

    "Sana," said Krista.

    "You need to get out of the way first."

    "Why?"

    "Because I need to see clearly, but now all I can see is your ass."

    Krista wriggled forward so Silva could see more clearly through the ventilation hole and, moments later, she heard four soft debums as the Cerveny girls fell onto the dark blue carpet.

    Krista quickly opened the ventilation hole's closing bars and flopped onto the surface of the sneaking table. Silva collapsed behind him, falling drooping.

    "Sorry," Silva said as he woke up.

    Krista almost laughed. "You are very graceful in battle, but not in falling."

    "I was truant when the topic was taught in school."

    They stripped the girls of Zemeni and Knuddelbar to a deep dress, then tied the ankles and hands of all the girls with a rope from a curtain and gagged their mouths in prison uniforms.

    "The clock is ticking" said Krista.

    "Sorry" whispered Silva to the girl Knuddelbar. Krista knew Silva would normally use the pigment to change her original hair color, but this time there was no time. Silva drained the bright red color from the girl's hair straight into her own. Knuddelbar's hair was choppy white and faintly rusted here and there, while Silva's hair was not as red as a pure Knuddelbar. The eyes are green and not blue, but such an overhaul cannot be rushed, so they must come out with what they are. Silva picked up the white powder from the girl's beaded bag and tried his best to pacify her skin.

    While Silva was working, Krista dragged the other girls into a silver wooden cabinet on the far wall, positioning their bodies so there was still room for Knuddelbar. He felt guilty as he made sure that the Zemeni girl's chopsticks were securely bound. Lady Lois must have bought it to replace Krista; the girl was bronze-skinned like her, thick dark-haired like her. However, the posture is other, synthetic and squiggly instead of slender and self-sustaining. Maybe he came to Lady Lois of his own free will. Maybe he chose this life path. Krista please be right. "May the Saints protect you" Krista whispered to the unconscious girl.

    A knock was heard at the door and a voice spoke in the Barchen language.

    "They need this room for the following girls" whispered Silva.

    Krista and Silva put Knuddelbar into the closet, closed and locked the door, then rushed into their costumes. Krista was relieved that she had no time to stick to the familiar texture of silk on her skin, with a bell at her feet. They snatched the robe and glanced at the mirror of the item at a glance.

    Their costumes are equally ill-fitting. Krista's purple silk clothes were too loose, whereas Silva's....

    The dress was designed so that it seemed scaly blue-green, broadened at the bottom like a galloping chiffon fan.

    "Maybe a mermaid?" kerta Krista's. "Or the waves?"

    "I thought I was a horse."

    "Well, they can't possibly put you in a hoofed dress."

    Silva draped his hair to the front of his ridiculous costume. "I'll be very popular out there."

    "I wonder what Reader said about your clothes."

    "He won't agree."

    "He doesn't approve of anything about you. But when you laugh, she's as fresh as a tulip put in water."

    Silva grunting. "Reader the tulip."

    "The big yellow tulip is grim-faced."

    "You ready?" silva asked as they pulled the hood up to cover the face.

    "Yes" said Krista, really. "We need a distraction. They must have realized that only two came out, but four entered."

    "Send me. And watch the hem of your dress."

    As soon as they opened the door to the corridor, the guards waved impatiently to tell them to come forward. Under his cloak, Silva shook his fingers tightly. One of the guards screeched as his nose began to slash blood profusely into the face of his uniform. The other guard was beaming, but in a flash, he was already holding his own stomach. Silva twisted his wrist, sending a wave of nausea to the woman's organ system.

    "The faith of your dress" Silva repeated calmly.

    Krista barely had time to tote her robe as the guard leaned over and spewed her dinner onto the tiled floor. Guests in the lobby screamed and pushed each other, trying to stay away from the vomit. Silva and Krista darted past while squealing the supposed disgust.

    "The nosebleed may be enough" whispered Krista.

    "It's better to work it out."

    "If I didn't know, I'd think you'd be happy to make the Barchen people suffer."

    With their heads bowed, they walked into the crowd of people who were choking on the round room, ignoring Riverdale's deer who were trying to lead them to the other side of the room. They should not get too close to the real Cerveny girl. Krista simply hopes that their robes are not too easily tracked in the audience.

    "Through here" Krista said as she led Silva into a line away from the Cerveny members. The line seemed to move a little faster. However, arriving in front of the queue, Krista was afraid that she might not have chosen wrong. This guard looked more fierce and rigid than the other guards. He reached out to ask for Silva's file and swept his blue eyes over it to check.

    "According to this description, your face is mottled" said the guard in Kalterville.

    "Indeed," said Silva luwes. "Only, my spots are now invisible. Wanna see?"

    "No," said the Bearchen in an icy tone. "You're taller than the one listed here."

    "Bot shoes" Silva said. "I like it when I can look a guy in the eye. Your eyes are beautiful."

    The guard looked at the file, then looked at Silva's performance. "Lord, your weight is greater than what is described in this file."

    Silva shrugged his shoulders flirtatiously, the scales on his cleavage were deteriorating. "I like to eat when I want to" he said, blushing his lips shamelessly. "I always wanted to."

    Krista painstakingly maintained a neutral expression. If until Silva rubbed his eyelashes, Krista knew she lost the fight and would laugh out loud. However, the Bearchen seemed to be eaten raw, Perhaps Silva was able to bewitch all the resolute northerners.

    "Forward," said the guard harshly. Then he added, "I might be going to the party."

    Silva stroked the man's arm with one finger. "I'll set aside one dance for you."

    The guard grinned like a fool, then cleared his throat, and his face returned fiercely as before. For the sake of the Saints, Krista thought, to be firm constantly must be exhausting. The guard glanced at Krista's file at a glance, his mind still imagining the possibility of stripping the layers of blue-green chiffon wrapped in Silva's body. The guard allowed Krista to come forward, but she stumbled as she advanced.

    "Wait," said the guard.

    Krista quit. Silva looked over his shoulder.

    "Why your shoes?"

    "It's just greatness" Krista said. "My shoes stretch beyond what I thought."

    "Show me your arm" said the guard.

    "Why?"

    "Just do it" said the guard fiercely.

    Krista flicked the robe from her arm and reached out, revealing a peacock feather tattoo on top of the grate.

    A guard wearing a strip of the captain's rank mark approached them. "What's wrong?"

    "He's definitely a Zemeni and he's tattooed Cerveny, but it looks a little different."

    Krista shrugged her shoulders. "I was badly burned as a child."

    The captain shook hands at a group of annoyed, musical guests who were crowding the driveway and surrounded by guards. "Tilt anyone suspicious there. Gather him with the others and we'll take him back to the checkpoint to review his files."

    "Later I miss the party" said Krista.

    The guard ignored him, instead grabbing his arm and pulling him into the driveway while the people in line noticed while whispering. Krista's heart started beating fast.

    Silva's face looked scared, paled even behind his white powder, but Krista was speechless to calm him down. Krista just nodded small. Go, he thought in his heart. It all depends on you now.