Did she believe in miracles? She really wanted to believe in them. Hiding with an indecently fairy-tale book in her hands, in which everyone was beautiful and happy, she wanted to believe that she would end up like that too and suddenly become just like everyone else. She would also be happy as enthusiastically, completely and amazingly as the heroes of fairy tales. Yes, she wanted to believe in that, but she knew too well that this would not happen. Her difference with these heroes was too obvious. They were beautiful, so that it was impossible to take your eyes off them, and she knew that she was not beautiful too well. She wasn't ugly, but she was ordinary, if to take away her wings, among the golden-haired girls you won't recognize her, she will get lost in the crowd like an ordinary gray mass.
She remembered well the only time when she cried indecently about this. She so wanted to dance, she so wanted to be liked. It was a big festival of Phoenix; for the first time she entered the hall not for children, but for adults. In this huge majestic hall, full of light, the creator's love spilled out through the luminary. The first time when it seemed like the whole world was in front of her.
And it was then that she realized that she could be a princess even a hundred times, but they would prefer the Virgin to a lower title, because of her grace, beauty, and individuality. She understood this with all sincerity, after several dances, when all the debutantes already danced, more than one dance in a row, and she was still standing alone from below admiring the flights of the couples, then Rime approached her. Rime! Yes, the best man she knew, a bastion of security and tranquility, someone she could snuggle up to in hours of uncomfortable melancholy and always hear: "Everything is fine, sweetheart." But it was like a father would come up to save his daughter. It was then that she realized how uninteresting she was, so even the title and possible blessings did not help her to be attractive in the eyes of the Wings.
If only she had ever plucked up the courage and asked Rime someday why he had approached then, even if it was to confirm her bitter thoughts, then the turnskin-spider would have answered, he thought that many would dance with her, even if many did that for her status, and when he saw that everyone was acting like a mouthful, and the princess wanted to dance, he approached her.
Rime was never guided by mercy or tact. He would have said that he would have invited her again, but Ito ran away immediately after the dance. But, of course, Ito never asked Rime about this.
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Historia CortaThese are short stories, small stories, excerpts from books on arts of Ol Albireo. Here are mysticism, science fiction, fantasy, novels. Here are the diamond city and worlds under the rule of Emperors. Magical and, seemingly, ordinary.