Arina leaned down to look at the floor. The bed suddenly swayed like a hammock, and to her surprise, Arina saw that the bed had no legs. It was hanging in the air on a wide soft frame without a single fastening, on the height of half a meter from the floor. Arina jumped onto the cold marble, hurried to the window and threw back the curtain.
What she saw made her recoil. A giant window without glass offered a view from a 150-meter height. There was a city of light stone laying below, and she looked at it from a tower. Rapunzel, or sort of that? Although it looks more like Babylon
Having coped with the dizziness, Arina was looking at the city. There were several other white towers in the distance. The remaining buildings were much lower. But completely inexplicably, platforms of different shapes were flying around the houses. Some were roofless, while others covered with thick fabric umbrellas. Arina craned her neck, trying to get a better look at the flying objects. A platform of white stone, half-open like a sea shell, passed below.
«Okay, stop sleeping, wake up,» Arina commanded herself. No, shes probably gone crazy. Is she poisoned by the toxic fumes of the strange metal cube? Hallucinations are the complication
Her feet were freezing on the cold stone. Arina once again examined the rocking bed hanging in the air. Interaction of magnetic fields? So far it is the only explanation, and even it sounds rather loose, Arina Sergeevna. Now she was studying the hall. Large crystals were attached to the smooth walls, a couple of meters apart from each other. Arina decided to touch one and stepped towards the wall. But suddenly it moved away. Arina took it for a wall mistakenly. The beige fabric in the aperture was withdrawn.
The dark-haired man from the portrait entered and caught her eye immediately. Hes exactly like on the picture, only much better, damn it. Without royal pathos. Anxious eyes. Long hair is slightly disheveled, the forehead is intercepted by a metal headband with a four-leaf clover. The girls fantasies animate in her dreams. Arina was angry with herself.
Are you awake? Great. Please, come with me.
Something was wrong in this conversation. Arina stared at the King.
Please. We need to figure something out as quickly as possible.
The Kings lips did not move. But his voice sounded inside Arinas head.
Eh who are you? And where am I, anyway?!
The man chuckled slightly, but his mouth remained closed.
Dont bother answering me out loud. I do not know your language. What you are saying is speech sound structures incomprehensible to me. I read your thoughts. Its faster and more efficient.
Are you reading minds?! Arina was horrified. But how? After all, I also think in Russian. How do you read thoughts?! she asked already out loud.
You can relax and be silent, the stranger smiled slightly again. His voice was in Arinas head, although he did not open his mouth. I dont even read thoughts, but pro-thoughts. Vibrations. This is an energy flow from your current state of consciousness. It changes every fraction of a second. And I convey my thoughts to you Here he suddenly became a little embarrassed. Those that I consider necessary to convey to you. Because Im carrying on the conversation. Please name yourself.
Arina finally gave up trying to answer the stranger out loud.
Great, Arina, The King narrowed his eyes cheerfully. My name is Klios. Are you ready to go?
He stepped behind the fabric curtain, which apparently served as a door. What an interesting manner to hang rags on the windows and doors. Arina hurried after Klios. He was slightly taller than her, when she was only 156 centimeters heigh in an earflap. He was wearing cream trousers, light moccasins and a sleeveless vest. Broad shouldered, what sport does he play? On his right hand there was a large metal bracelet made of small links. A boyish, swift gait.
They found themselves in another spacious stone hall. Here you can freeze, walking barefoot on the cold marble of the tower.
Here are your shoes, Klios nodded to the right. Her furry high boots stood on a white stone platform suspended in the air. Yeah, the tables here also have no legs?
Although, you may be more comfortable with this.
Clios clicked a metal lever in the wall. No, this is not a wall, but a whole control panel! Hundreds of shiny knobs and buttons protruded from the white stone. Silently emerging from around the corner, another platform with metal side compartments flew up to Arina. Inside each there was a pair of shoes in different light colors, made of soft canvas and with small metal heels on flat soles. With a puzzled chuckle, Arina chose pearl gray, decisively refusing white slippers, says you! Her feet finally felt warm and comfortable.