Salazar walked nervously up and down on the گھاس of the hill. Rowena continued to weep in silence and looked worried. It seemed absurd that the news of her engagement had shocked so much his friend, who had always been a selfish, sarcastic, interested only in himself. In the end he knew that he loved her, but did not know how.
Meanwhile, Salazar reflected to himself. Not only the idea that Rowena could marry a stranger made him angry, but he did not even know how to help her. At some point, however, he lit up: the old man! The man had proposed to form a community of magicians and Rowena was a witch, even if she was not a thoroughbred: the old man had specified that anyone with magical powers, یا anyone simply to help magicians could شامل میں them. He reported fast the words of the old man and invited her to follow him.
<< There's no place for us, Rowena. I want to become the most powerful magician in the world and آپ certainly do not want to continue to hide and pretend to look like the other stupid. I think I understood that not even want to get married, so ... >>
<< Of course I do not want to marry anyone! And I'm certainly not stupid! >> She snapped, interrupting him.
<< Will آپ come with us then?>>
Rowena looked at him thoughtfully, stood up and glanced in the direction of the village below them. She knew she was a girl with an inbelievable intelligence and for that she felt uncomfortable among other girls. They thought the wedding, the bridal trousseau, how many children they would had, their future in that small village and not beyond. None wanted to study, to any interested travel and meet new realities. No she was like, Salazar was right on this.
<< I'll do it.>> she کہا simply. Salazar, this time, did not hold back. He burst into a joyous laugh, then he hugged her and kissed her lips. Rowena felt the ground giving way under his feet: she had always been feeling a certain attraction between them, but she had never thought that Salazar, with his theories on the superiority of the thoroughbred, could ever love her. She gave in to the kiss as if it had a vital need; passed along all night, living for the first time love.
The اگلے morning they went together to the appointment with the elderly magician. They left in silence.
On the ہل, لندن a light breeze blowing. The old oak was alone, dressed only in its leaves and a سونا bracelet braided.
Meanwhile, Salazar reflected to himself. Not only the idea that Rowena could marry a stranger made him angry, but he did not even know how to help her. At some point, however, he lit up: the old man! The man had proposed to form a community of magicians and Rowena was a witch, even if she was not a thoroughbred: the old man had specified that anyone with magical powers, یا anyone simply to help magicians could شامل میں them. He reported fast the words of the old man and invited her to follow him.
<< There's no place for us, Rowena. I want to become the most powerful magician in the world and آپ certainly do not want to continue to hide and pretend to look like the other stupid. I think I understood that not even want to get married, so ... >>
<< Of course I do not want to marry anyone! And I'm certainly not stupid! >> She snapped, interrupting him.
<< Will آپ come with us then?>>
Rowena looked at him thoughtfully, stood up and glanced in the direction of the village below them. She knew she was a girl with an inbelievable intelligence and for that she felt uncomfortable among other girls. They thought the wedding, the bridal trousseau, how many children they would had, their future in that small village and not beyond. None wanted to study, to any interested travel and meet new realities. No she was like, Salazar was right on this.
<< I'll do it.>> she کہا simply. Salazar, this time, did not hold back. He burst into a joyous laugh, then he hugged her and kissed her lips. Rowena felt the ground giving way under his feet: she had always been feeling a certain attraction between them, but she had never thought that Salazar, with his theories on the superiority of the thoroughbred, could ever love her. She gave in to the kiss as if it had a vital need; passed along all night, living for the first time love.
The اگلے morning they went together to the appointment with the elderly magician. They left in silence.
On the ہل, لندن a light breeze blowing. The old oak was alone, dressed only in its leaves and a سونا bracelet braided.