Moment, your eyes dived themselves into mine, but at end you got up, and you put again your clothes: I’ve followed you.
Hand in hand, we went downstairs and we went in front of the grey door of our apartment.
We could hear that there was a little movements beyond of it.
We have sweetly smiled: we have recognized the sweet voices of the Morgur that were awaiting for us. the voice of The Little One was the most shrill, despite he was whispering.
We were feeling ourselves as in a fairytale, and in someway, we were inside one of them: we were in our fairytale.
We had open the door, and there were all five: the two Markùts, and the three Morgur. The Markùts were a little distant from us, but it seemed that it had must to be like this.
They were our guardian, and only in specifics circumstances they were must be approaching to us.
But we could have feel their happiness to see us.
Then slowly, they has left us.
On the contrary, the little group of the Morgur remained.
The Little One approached us, and with his sweet voice, asked us if we had slept well: you have replied him “Yes”, looking at me, tightening more my hand, and he said me: “Aww, you looking like a princess” looking at my white long, and light dress. You looked at me once again and said him: “She is. She my princess…”
The little face of the Morgur was looking at me, and he was nodding.
Slowly, we were walking across the walkway, while the Morgur were a little ahead to us.
They wanted show us what had discover, and the little of the Morgur was the most enthusiast for that.
What they had discover leaved us breathless.”