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Aigilas
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Alvin stepped beside the mirror. "This is it." He tried to seem cool, but he was aware that he was flushed with excitement; that was all right though as long as his father could ascribe it to an interest in experiments.
"Quite the big one," Mr. Winter said. "And rather fancy. But I suppose you like that sort of thing, huh?"
There was no reason to deny it, so Alvin nodded. He indeed liked that sort of thing. After a few words of planning his father stood behind the mirror, putting his hands against the back at the top, and Alvin himself started lifting the bottom. Soon between the two of them they held the two ends of it and could very, very carefully walk down the stairs. They arrived and set it up without incident, though George Winter did mention that Alvin had better turn out to like optics, because he wasn't looking forward to taking it back up on that narrow staircase and breaking some part of his body.
Alvin's room was quite big and tastefully, extravagantly furnished, as the house itself. In that, it completely matched the mirror. Not only did it have a separate bathroom, it also opened to one of the small balconies, and under the balcony spread the garden where the white and pink roses were just starting to bloom. They set the mirror opposite to the glassen door of the balcony, looking at the garden and away from the entrance of the room; that way not only did it have a wonderful view, it was also out of sight of whoever entered, in case someone came unexpectedly and Elizabeth needed to hide.
"I believe that should do it," Mr. Winter said. "I'm ready to drop, I'm going to bed."
Alvin thanked his father for his help; he didn't have to fake the gratitude in his voice. And as soon as he was left alone, he turned towards the mirror.
"Elizabeth," he whispered. "You can come out now."
"Quite the big one," Mr. Winter said. "And rather fancy. But I suppose you like that sort of thing, huh?"
There was no reason to deny it, so Alvin nodded. He indeed liked that sort of thing. After a few words of planning his father stood behind the mirror, putting his hands against the back at the top, and Alvin himself started lifting the bottom. Soon between the two of them they held the two ends of it and could very, very carefully walk down the stairs. They arrived and set it up without incident, though George Winter did mention that Alvin had better turn out to like optics, because he wasn't looking forward to taking it back up on that narrow staircase and breaking some part of his body.
Alvin's room was quite big and tastefully, extravagantly furnished, as the house itself. In that, it completely matched the mirror. Not only did it have a separate bathroom, it also opened to one of the small balconies, and under the balcony spread the garden where the white and pink roses were just starting to bloom. They set the mirror opposite to the glassen door of the balcony, looking at the garden and away from the entrance of the room; that way not only did it have a wonderful view, it was also out of sight of whoever entered, in case someone came unexpectedly and Elizabeth needed to hide.
"I believe that should do it," Mr. Winter said. "I'm ready to drop, I'm going to bed."
Alvin thanked his father for his help; he didn't have to fake the gratitude in his voice. And as soon as he was left alone, he turned towards the mirror.
"Elizabeth," he whispered. "You can come out now."