Amaranta-2. Captive of Elf’s King

«Oh, about the wings minstrel did not tell him anything. So you can be a fairy too. You look like a cloud fairy. Such only in heaven to float. We step into the throne hall of Ilior, and the poets of the king will vividly compound the poems about how you went to the parquet directly from the cloud that walked outside the window. Angus is convicted or sent to the hot zone of hostilities so that he does not survive there. It is necessary to destroy the opponent. And you will become a queen. It did not come out in Aluar, and your fate came on foot in Irior, it didn’t need even to go by the sea. You have written in your family that you will be the queen.»

She already heard something from ice creature.

«Sad perspectives. So I will not go to the court.»

«But you may be called on mandatory. Here, in the county, you are masters, but all the surrounding feudalles: both counts, dukes, and marquises, all of you, regardless of the title or size of possessions are the King’s vassals. Only I am in my own! True, for me privileges? Better would you come out for me than the Angus. I would remove you from everyone. In the case of siege, it would be pushing such a wife in the fireplace pipe.»

«Besides yourself. You will burn me!»

«But behind the wall of my fire, others will not get you, come at least a whole army.»

«You seem to expect a siege.»

«Rumors are regrettable,» Spark put the sharp flaming ears, «I hear over the walls more than you, therefore, and more concerned. The ignorance is a grace!»

She did not hear anything through the walls, but did not consider the ignorance as a grace. It’s better to be aware of news. It will be necessary to question Adelina. She is a gossip.

«And you are not afraid of Dagda, as a rival?» It first seemed to her that the situation was exactly different.

«But do not stick about him! I can’t endure Dagda and Medea Shai to the same degree.»

«Because both ruler expelled you, the elves of fire, from their lands for unacceptable pranks.»

«How do you know that?»

She herself could not say where she knows it.

It seemed that Spark was about to weep with fiery tears.

«Everyone is not good to me, do not bring, do not like, do not stroke the head, because they are afraid to burn. And what I did this! Just born fiery! Fire is not a shameful stigma! What to scare me?»

«I’m not afraid of you!» Amaranta boldly extended her hand to him, because she had already understood that he could no longer burn her. Previously, he could. But the more time she spent in the arms of the king of elves, the more invulnerable became.

«Truth?» Spark is hung under the ceiling of a narrow tunnel. «And my lady are you ready to become?»

«Your lady?» She was amazed.

«Lady of the heart!» He jokingly touched his burning chest. Inside it, except for fire and sparks there was nothing.

«Do you have a heart? It is from the fire, how are you all?»

«I do not know!» Spark frowned his orange eyebrows.:But I want the lady of the heart. Such is all the knights. Will you be it?»

«I can not! I’m already the lady of the heart of elf’s king.»

«True,» Spark became sad and began to shine not so bright. «I forget all the time that you are busy twice. Man and Elf! Who would you choose if you could only leave one?»

The elf, she wanted to say but kept silence. Spark will not to know about all her feelings.

«I’m still determined,» said she.

«Okay. We will fly to the hills,» the hot post of fire disappeared in a dark tunnel. All friends of Spark flew after him. Amaranta also decided to walk. The main thing, to have time to follow the orange sparks, remaining from the procession flying along the tunnel. Otherwise, she risks get lost here in complete darkness.

How not to lose your head

Stream shouted that she did not go, but he could not fly away from the well and rush behind her. Water elves are tied to water. Where there are no sources, there are no of them. And there was no water in the tunnel: neither underground sources, nor even puddles.

– It is impossible to lose your head because of the fiery elves and expose yourself danger!» came to Amaranta of the moraling of Stream left to float over the well.

Probably, she really lost her head from the secrets, once decided on a dangerous journey under the ground. Once, undoubtedly, it was a secret move from the fortress outside the case of siege. Now the fiery elves are travelling here. The radiance from their orange wings was enough to see the tiles in the walls, similar to the tombstone. Spark did not lie. He himself and his friends now played for her the role of living and moving torches. Lay from them and stay in the pitch darkness was scary. Fortunately, it was not necessary to wander around the tunnel. Soon they really went to the hills.

«Well, good bye, a beauty!» Spark with his fiery flock flew to the nearest hill.

Amaranta even rubbed her eyes to make sure that she does not dream that inside the hill opened the shining door. The flocks of the elves in a moment did not become, and on the site of a door was only a green surface. It comes out, the legends about the houses and palaces inside the hills are true! It is said that in the hills sometimes the whole magic states fit. Such hills seem to be called sits. If the mortal was part of them, he was no longer returned.

Amaranta even frightened. That if the elves were pulled her inside the hill.

Okay, the case is done. Now she knows the secret path from the castle. If you decide to take advantage of them without the help of Spark, it is better to take a torch or at least a candle. In addition, Spark is unreliable accompanying. You never know what makes him mind. Now he is next to you and illuminates the way to you, and in the moment he will be afraid and will fly on his affairs inside the closest hill. Yes, he also has a relationship with water elves such that a fight between water and fire can break out.

It is better to make friends with someone more reliable than fiery or water elves. Although she did not make friends with Dagha. If only such relationships can be called friendship, and not romantic hobbies. It sometimes seemed that Dagda could be simultaneously everyone: both, and the beloved, and the interlocutor, who knows all the secrets of the universe. It is a pity that he left her for a long time.

Amaranta walked around the meadow of the distance from suspicious hills, where firing fighters are found. Thoughts about the rival from the fairies again climbed into the head and overshadowed the coming morning. What if he is with her now?

In order not to break up, it is worth thinking about something pleasant. For example, about flower thickets behind the meadow. As the oppressive thoughts came to mind. What if the meadow flowers are about to cover with the invasion of ice armies. Can the King of Ilior cope with them? Unless with whose magic.

The king of Ilior dreams of a fairy. What would happen if it would bring him to that black fairy, which occupied Rhodolite and creates some kind of witchcraft with the mechanisms? Suddenly, two of them would have a great couple! From the king and fairies? Something doubtful, but the thought is tempting.

«Do you want to play?» Called her someone. «Catch!»

She caught the ball abandoned by someone. On time, otherwise he would have applied to her lips. It was not heavy, but still it’s unpleasant that rural children so loosely started the game. By the way, where are they themselves? Amaranta looked around a meadow. Nobody. So who threw her ball? On the ball, a face drawn by a cinnaber, like on hinged dolls from Rodolite. Only these features suddenly became movable. The face was widely revealed, giving it a risen smile. One eye winked.

«And now bring me to place!» asked the lips.

«Where to? «Amaranth almost dropped the ball, that is, someone’s head. It looks like a nightmare! She holds in the hands of someone’s severe head!

«Here!» Suddenly someone’s hands took away the head.

A static young man took it on the neck, as if a fashionable hat. At first, crooked, but the head immediately turned on the neck, like on the axis, and here the face of the naughty red elf looked at Amaranta no longer from her own hands, but with a wide shoulder in blue-red coat.

«I have long wanted to approach you, but there was no possibility.»

«Where are you from?»

«Sometimes it seems that right from the place of execution, where I was broken.»

Amaranta was afraid and backed up.

«I’m kidding! I am not a ghost. Just unsuccessful and rebellious servant of her gloomy majesty Queen of fairies.

«This fucking?

«Are you already familiar with her? So accurately described it. By the way, you will not shiver the word for me before Dagda so that he take me to his service. I have long wanted to run, but there is no convenient possibility. You are my chance.»

The red elf raised her bouquet lilies of the valley, which were bleeding.

«Sorry, the head smears,» he apologized, «but they say, the bleeding will pass, barely the Queen of Fairies will be defeated and someone will win. I hope you will be the winner.

How sincere he said it! And the smile is so sly. Is it not a trap, all this.

«I am Quentin,» an elf introduced himself, on a moment, removing his head as others remove the headdress as a sign of respect. It can be seen, he entered the habit of doing so. It thus shalls or shows his superiority over mortals, which are not capable of such a focus.

«You see, an immortal being to execute to death is very difficult,» he justified, noticing the fright in the eyes of Amararanta. «One can only cause pain than the queen of fairies did.»

«You’re an elf? How did you get to the service for the queen of fairies?»

«Furious. All because of the silly boyish love. Even the monster can love if it is beautiful outside. While you will figure it out that inside the darkness and rot, sometimes there are centuries. I figured out, sobbed, understood my mistake, but could not return back to Dagda. The oath of loyalty keeps me on the old place of service. Obligations are associated with even elves by hand and legs stronger as chains. While the queen of the fairies herself will not drive me away, I have no right to leave her.

«Would Dagda forgive you and take you back?

«He is generous. Recently! A couple of thousand few years ago he was also cruel. But one war was happened, in which he killed his creature expensive. Since then, the conscience has sharply appealed to his nobility.»

«What kind of war?»

«Ordinary distribution due to power.»

«And the way a woman was expensive to his heart? Isn’t it Goddess Danu?»

«No, not a woman. Do not be jealous.»

«What makes you think that I am jealous?» She was embarrassed.

«By ladies, it is always visible.»

«Only elves or people too?»

«Elfs always, people only when your cheeks fled the blush, as now,» he joked.

«So the king of elves is sad?»

«Other, who was almost like a brother, but then betrayed.»

«Can you betray again if he takes you back? Wise people would say that the defector is unreliable.»

«Wise elves will say the same way. But I’m not wise, otherwise the head would not be lost: not in direct, nor in the figurative sense. At first, the queen of fairies made fool of me, then beheaded. Suddenly, next time I will lose my head because of you and betray again my king.»

«A joke again?»

«I’m not kidding! What a normal guy or an elf will not go crazy because of a beautiful girl? Therefore, Medea Shai is trying to destroy all the beatiful rivals. Although sometimes looking at her, you think that it is more beautiful to be impossible.»

«So, the prediction of the rival still came true,» Amaranta thought.

«What are you about?»

«Nothing!» Amaranta felt a chilling cold, as if frost with jets, plenty of body and fell the skin like fingers. The ice elf told something about a lady with dragons. The queen of fairies can be so called that, because she tamed dragons traveled on them. Now she crushed over the fact that it is so simple to tame the king of elves. And Amaranta could get under the hot hand. Who, like a rival, you can blame for the fact that the desired object has not yet gotten.

Was it necessary to be the rivals to the Queen of fairies! Even the usual earth queen in this role is very dangerous. What can we talk about the magic?

Judging by the removed Quentin’s head, even communication with Medea Shai is very dangerous. He flew on the fact that he is her fan. And how does she come with enemies?

«I let go addicted jokes addressed to her gloomy majesty, hoping that she would drive me away. And she is still in any way!» said Quentin. «Remove the head – it is easy. But shet does not want to expel! She can also give me to someone. You would make friends with her and asking me as a gift.»

She has not resolutely agree. To be friends with the queen of fairies is pure suicide! Yes, and with the rival, only the tricky and immoral girl is capable of making friends, which is used to shifting others. Amaranta preferred to be honest.

«I’m afraid to be friends with the monster,» she admitted.

«So you are wiser than me,» Quentin recognized sadly. «I would be like you, I would not get my head for an ax.»

«I would be smart, would not get confused with elves,» thought Amaranta. And immediately she silenced. It is impossible to think with Quentin too much, otherwise he will read all her thoughts as in an open book. Never stand in dealing with magical creatures to forget that they have the ability to read thoughts.

«My name is Amaranta,» she presented herself.

«I know! In our kingdom only about you and interpret. You are more popular than the queen herself because of her jealousy towards you. She was aiming for centuries to the king of elves, and then sailed behind the sea some mortal and confused all her plans. Beware of Mega Shai!»

The last words Quentin said very seriously. His emerald eyes on a moment flashed with a red tint.

«And otherwise she will demolish me head like you? Only I am no longer coming,» said Amaranta. At least once she is joking on him, not he over her, but Quentin and to this reacted with all seriousness.

«With mortals in such a simple way, it does not frame. After all, they cannot ride after death, which means to torture before death they need to long. Medea Shai does not like to miss their capabilities. On you, she will try to indiscriminate all anger. And her dragons will help her.»

«Do not scare me prematurely!»

«I did not want to scare. Just warned,» Quentin intercepted her hand and kissed, copying the gallantry of mortal knights.

«I wish I would see you in the role of the queen and lose my head because of you every day in the figurative, and not in the literal sense, but, alas, I did not work out!»

He took off his head off his shoulders, threw it like a ball. And in the next moment he was no longer there. If it is not a bouquet of bloody lilies of the valley, then no evidence that Quentin was real would have left. Amaranta did not even immediately realize that at this time of the year and in this area lilies of the valley do not bloom. And the headless elf will usually not meet here. Today, everything is not like usual.

Ice invasion

Infanta moved multicolored berries and now behaved strangely. Or maybe this one of the fruits presented by Dagda is partially echoing to her mind. Although she had a little mind. What do you to take from the bird? But now she sang strange songs and became surprisingly courtesy with her mistress. Probably peckled one of the magic fruits.

Amaranta was glad with her bird now. I didn’t want to constantly conduct verbal battles with your own pet.

Enough the fact that Theobald was in rage, accusing the elves in the impending war. No one believed him. Ice creatures about which the ambassador has told, did not have anything in common with the monsters whom the peasants saw in the forests and fields. Amaranta could talk something about her meeting with the creations of ice, but preferred to be silent. About the meeting on the bridge now and she did not want to remember. And especially about the fact that betting with ice creatures is almost lost. She really has a rival, which could be called a lady with dragons. And the candidate for the second husband also loomed on the horizon. And he turned out to be concretely king, as the ice elf assured her.

Amaranta rode thoughtfully between the palms the hot Dragon apple. By the scales on his skin, burning sparkles ran. If you rumble such an apple in an ice creature, does it burn entirely?

She did not give rest to the idea that a year later, the Ice Speaker would come for the promised in case of losing. Unless he forgot about what it is in general. Suddenly forgot? Amaranta thought that she needs to hope for the best. Suddenly, the ice creatures and the head of ice, devoid of any emotions and the main memory. In addition, before the expiration of the year since the meeting on the bridge, are many months. For such a term, the King of Ilior may well defeat the ice armies. They are probably can be melt with fire. True, the ambassador muttered something about the fact that if you bring a torch to them, they first melt, and then from the puddles are to be reinstalled, they are still extinct and become more angry.

The picture is terrifying! After all, then there will be no fire for a long time. Unless to conclude an agreement with Spark and his company so that the fiery elves are constantly nearby. From regular fire, ice armies would have to retreat. After all, everything is glowing continuously! Spark is a live fire! Only the friendship with him is very dangerous.

Theobald also assured that it is dangerous to have a friendship with elfs of any type. He disapprovingly mowed a dagger donated Dagda. Angus all the time wore it with him. It seems that this dagger had some kind of special power. Theobald was surprised how at all the elf could bring the iron thing. After all, all the unacceptable cannot endure iron.

Only one king of the elves could touch it. His subject is no longer. This covered his special strength.

Girlfriends who came with Amanaran have not complained about anything. But immediately after the wedding, her nurse was sick and died. Amaranta herself learned about it only recently from Adelina’s gossip.

«It was not worth the old woman to disclose the mouth and warn about Guest from another world,» Infanta said. «With everyone who is trying to warn people from them, the trouble happens.»

Probably, so she herself did not pay any attention to the flow, unexpectedly arising over the jug, full of water. Blue silhouette has grown over the water like a genie, which threw out of a narrow tank. He had something in his hands. It seems, lily from the pond.

«I brought you a gift,» he smiled enchantingly.

And, probably, now he will begin to ask for a sign of friendship with her, she drove out of here fiery elves. She would drive away from the castle and water beings, and fiery. But just how to do it?

Fortunately, the flow of her thoughts he did not read. Otherwise, he would be offended.

«I picked it specifically for you. Usually I don’t pick lilies, but the gift for you is a special case.

Amaranta reluctantly took a flower. Did you never know what kind of readiness could be the water elf. It is necessary to take a gift extremely careful. Lily to the touch was cold and humid. Instead of a yellow core in the pile of petals suddenly, the features of a pleasant female face. The face lived! It winked and smiled.

«How wonderful! Is this a magic lily?»

«She was a lively real girl. I drowned her,» Stream admitted proudly.

From such a gift immediately became bad. Amaranta did not know where to put a lily and put her on a small malachite table. It would be wiser to put it into the water, but Stream was steamed over a jug with water.

«How could you drown a girl! It’s cruel!»

«And you see what evil are the girls themselves,» he raised the curtain and pointed to the lawn in the garden, where Angus was practically precipitated her own maids-in-honour in trying to flirt. «Want, I’ll drown them all.»

Amaranth squeezed his fingers so that the coarse covers. It is impossible to desire. And the elf was tempted by hiding it with the freshness of the spring.

«Girls are charming, like flowers, but how many tricks in them, cunning, desire to grow up rival. To become the first each one is ready for any cruelty. Then they will still find this beautiful excuse. Any rival will easily shoot you on the hunt to take your place and say that it was by chance that in fact she was aiming in deer, but missed. Lilies are clean, so let the girls become lilies. It is better than to find your poison on rivals, while pretending to be timidations. Weak, beautiful, cunning…» He squeezed the water fists. «Let it be better to be lilies in my pond.»

«What lady so cruelly did with you that you now hate them all? «Although the conclusion was suggested by itself, she was worth it to pronounce it out loud, an elf of water was so convincing.

Stream in rage squeezed his fists and splashing a whole fountain of water splashes on the carpet. She implied him!

«Smart, though mortal!» he muttered, as if the aqueous stream was unlikely, stumbled upon sharp stones. He disappeared.

Lily managed to let the roots directly in the table. Amaranta moved from her. The entire flower head suddenly became female. She was very awkward held on the multiple green stems. Even a little bit and the whole room will to be the lake!

«You’re right! It was not necessary to deceive him but I needed that he flooded one vessel.»

«Can he?»

But the lily did not hear her, but told her past.

«Then he lured me into a pond. He promised the largest pearl.»

The voice resembled the rust of the breeze on the water.

«I’m sorry!» Amaranta felt the door handle and left the room as soon as possible. It’s better not to go here! We will have to crawl into boudoir.

The boudoir near the bedroom was small, but cozy. Here everything was decorated in purple colors: sofa, armchairs on bent legs, silk upholstery on the walls. It was worth storming the pillows on the sofa, as from there was flew the luminous insect size with a little finger. Again the focus of Spark! Although no, the tiny fairy was not similar to the fiery, rather she was floral.

«Can not be more inactive!» she squeaked offended.

Well, here, she was still offended! Itself after all hid in other people’s things. Amaranta has already doubted that this castle belongs to her and Angus, and not the evil spirits, which settled here.

«Who are you?»

«Cannes,» presented herself the Fairy, who walked under the ceiling. On the flower of Cannes her skirts and were really similar. Interestingly, but the petals grow straight from her skin?

«I somehow saw Cannes in Aluar. These are exotic flowers. They were brought from behind the sea,» admitted Amaranta.

«In Tuatu de Danan, they grow everywhere. But not all of them are suitable to become my house,» the fairy has become a little more trusting to Amaranta, lowered the flight and sat down on the back of the sofa. Now it is possible to feel her with the tip of the nail. Clothes petals really grew from her right out of the skin.

«What is Tuatu de Danan? Some Paradise Garden or Meadow?»

«No,» the fairy laughed, imitating bells. «It is so called all the magic lands: and the kingdom of fairies, and the kingdom of elves, and the mountains where the gnomes live and underground states. Once there ruled the Goddess Danu. Then she did not, and the possessions were stripped.

«Ah, yes,» Amaranta remembered the walls in the forest.:And in what part of the former Tuatu de Danan do you live?»

«In any way! I now live here in your castle.»

«That’s how!» Amaranta was sure that Cannes was just a messenger.

«I moved here after the union was concluded. All who did not find a place at home slowly poured here to mortals. I decided not to lag behind the fashion. You really have a chic castle. Only flowers are not enough. Usually I will live inside the flowers. I prefer Cannes. Hence my name, as you understood. Or did not understand? Well, you are stupid.»

«And you are not too polite.»

«I am a fairy, I can do something that you mortal can not.»

«But the king of elves does not think so.»

«Do you know him personally?» Cannes alerted. It can be seen, she hid too long in boudoir and did not hear the last gossip. Amarantite did not want to retell them, but she had to. Cannes noticeably nailed. Let her not respected the mortal girls, but hardly it turned out that Dagda himself was carried away by Amaranta, she was somehow forgot about her morality.

Cannes long told about Tuatu de Danan and all its traditions, and by evening she flew after Amana. Spark returned from the hills. Her presence near the Countess did not please him. He even called the fairy a curious insect, but she did not pay attention to him.

Iskra cost to be swollen. He was hiding behind the tapestries in the most cheekly and lived holes in them. But Amarante did not want to join the debate with him.

«After some girl picked my last house for a joy, I mean Cannes’s flower, I decided to fly here,» Cannes said, flying ahead of the Countess as a colorful firefly. She herself with the butterfly’s wings, more resembling petals, was also very similar to the flower, and not on a curious insect, Spark responded about her.

«These earrings are so heavy, which is surprising how you didn’t break the ears,» Cannes noticed unceremoniously.

«Learn to keep your opinion with yourself.»

«And what are they hot!» Cannes flew to one earring and burned down. Spark giggled, hiding behind the tapestries.

There are so many tapestries in this castle! Amaranta wonder how many elves are hidden behind them? Spark, as well as other fiery elves, was immediately noticeable, since they burned the holes in everything, for what they were hiding. They are better not to play hide and seek, they will immediately get out. And other beings that fucked in the Count Castle after the conclusion of the Union… How many of them here and in what corners do they hide? Guests from the Magic world loved to appear suddenly and hide a long time, but did not leave anywhere. Why, because the union with Dagda contributes to their stay here. Amaranta saw the gnomes in the empty boilers in the kitchen, the fiery elves in the oven, goblins in alcoves, where they were before the statues, even strange spine-shaped fairies, wearing a gold cobweb on the ceiling.

«Want, I weave something for you,» offered one such a fairy, having flown on the golden thread from the ceiling, like a spider.

And wove! A golden handkerchief. It almost instantly arose in her hands and lit up in the darkness. Even Cannes became interested.

«Thank you!» Amaranta accepted a handkerchief from the fingers of the fairy. That immediately disappeared on the ceiling, tightening back, like a spider.

«Arahni,» Cannes squeaked, but Amaranta was more interested in her earrings. Is Spark did something, and they became fiery again? At first glance in the mirror it seemed. The earrings broke out orange, and this is again just flowers. Optical illusion! How then can Canna feel the heat?

Fairies-spiders turned out to be many. It was worth only to throw off her head and look at the ceilings, so there they were crawled by whole flocks. Subsecured bodies, although they were golden, and suspiciously resembled gigantic spiders.

Fairies-spiders worked and made a golden network. Amaranta hid behind the column and secretly watched their work. Although is it possible to spy behind the fairy? Can they see all? Are they not from the kingdom of Medea Shai? It seems that all the monsters nest in her kingdom, and such creatures, though beautiful, but remind monsters. One spider fairy said:

«Say hello, Dagde, when you will be with him…»

«But I… almost don’t know him.» Taking the fairy for the agent of Medea Shai, Amaranta attached a sharp. Did not work!

«Is it really?» a fairy spider grinned. What a poisonous and wide smile, full of sharp needles-teeth.

«Did the Queen of fairies send you here?» Amaranta surrendered. Pretend to be stupid is senseless.

«We have a queen no longer. The king of the elves allowed us to live on his borders. But we are not his subordinates. But in the castle, you can all live since Dagda and Angus entered into an alliance. Doors are open here to all wandering fairies. Э

The people of fairies seem to be called all the magical creatures. The fairies crawled up the column, which was immediately covered with a golden pattern of cobwebs.

«Arahni,» again repeated Cannes.

«Arahni,» Amaranta already heard about them when she drove into the castle from the coast past the forests.

«Golden!» explained Cannes, so that it was clearer. «They weave the web with golden threads.»

At the top gathered a whole flock of Arahni.

«We weave and sew dresses, and you, ladies, carry them,» they quietly sang. «And every dress has special qualities. But not everyone solve them before the outfit will take possession of them.» A circle of wonderful weavers began to seem sinister.

«And can we not drive they away from the castle?» asked Amaranta. Arahni seemed dangerous.

«While the Union is not terminated in any way.»

So she was pleased! Sometimes even an alliance with magic creatures can become burdensome.

«Even if they dissolve it, promise that I can stay here!» asked Cannes. «I can be useful, care for flowers in the garden, bring you news, that is, spying. I am a little and similar to the flower, no one will not even notice me, but I can be sprinkled into any keyhole.»

«Well, stay!» said Amaranta. The tiny fairy did not the same as a whole company of spiders.

«Just don’t put on the dresses that they fall, and advise everyone dear people to you not to wear and not even measure the woven with them, then there are no troubles,» Cannes said.

Probably, the handkerchief was better to throw out, but it is already adherence to the sleeve like a burdock. Do not take away!

«This is nothing!» Cannes cautiously touched it. «The main thing is that it does not touch the skin. Through the sleeve it does not work! But in the dress, woven of them, many lose the mind. They remain forever young, but brainless. A couple of such brainless ladies in gold already wanders in the mountains.