433 CDXXXIII. The Change Of Strategy

"I know, Gridd, but... there's no time to be afraid. Today is a decisive day, I must make Kranus accept my proposal... I already have something in mind, but still, the anxiety did not allow me to sleep well this night. 

Without saying anything, Gridd continued to approach him, uttering groans typical of those who had just woken up from long, deep sleep and, inadvertently, opened her arms wide and hugged him, resting her head in the center of his chest. 

Dag remained immobilized: his sister did not give him a hug of her own free will since they were children and usually, despite her incredible aesthetic beauty, she behaved like a bad boy, who preferred combat to these cheeks. 

He, too, squeezed his arms, resting his hand on her head and stroking her long, smooth, slightly flailed blonde hair, which when they moved released a smell very similar to those of their mother, Asa.