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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

scaly, pearl-blue bodies, which brightly flashed under the golden-blue sunrays,
shimmered at every motion.

– It is so beautiful!!! – Delighted, Stella could hardly exhale. – Are they very
dangerous?
– The dangerous ones do not live here. We haven’t had them for a long time. I
don’t even remember for how long. – The answer sounded, and only now did we notice
that Vaya was not with us and it was Miard who spoke to us. Stella looked around
fearfully, apparently not feeling too comfortable with our new acquaintance.

– That means that you don’t have any danger at all? – I was surprised.
– Only externally. – He replied – If we are attacked.
– Does that happen too?

– Last time it was before me. – Miard answered in earnest.
His voice sounded in our head softly and deeply, like velvet, and it was very
strange to think that this unusual semi-human creature spoke our "language." But,
probably, we had already become accustomed to so many different wonders that in a
minute we found ourselves animatedly chatting with him completely forgetting that he
was not a human.

– So, do you never have any troubles whatsoever? – Stella shook her head with a
good dose of distrust. – But then it must be very boring for you to live here! – Her
inextinguishable, earthly "thirst for adventure" spoke. I understood her perfectly, but
we might find it difficult to explain that to Miard.
– Why boring? – Our "guide" was surprised, and suddenly, interrupting himself,
pointed at the sky. –Look! These are Savias!!!
We looked up and froze. Fairy-tale creatures soared in the light-pink sky! They
were absolutely transparent and incredibly colourful like every single thing on this
planet. It seemed that amazing sparkling flowers flew in the sky, only they were
incredibly large... and each of them had a fantastically beautiful, unearthly face.

– O-o.... Look... it is amazing! – Absolutely stunned Stella whispered for some
reason.
I think I never saw her being so shocked. But all this truly was well worthy of
surprise. No imagination, even the most refined one, could ever depict such creatures!
They were so light that it seemed that their bodies were woven of the fulgent fog. Their
enormous wing petals were gently swaying nebulising the blazing gold dust into a fine
cloud. Miard strangely "whistled" something, and the fairy-tale creatures began to
descend forming an enormous "umbrella", flashing with all the colours of their
incredible rainbow, over us. It was so beautiful that it took our breath away!

The first Savia which "landed" near us was a pearl-blue pink-winged one. She
folded her shining wing petals in a "bouquet" and began to look at us with enormous
curiosity feeling absolutely no fear. It was impossible to look indifferently at her
whimsical beauty which attracted like a magnet and evoked the desire to admire it
endlessly.
– Don’t look too long. Savias charm. You will not want to leave. Their beauty is
dangerous, if you don’t want to lose yourself. – Miard said gently.

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