Cưỡi Ngựa Ban đêm Cực Hay (2)

“I am Lila,” she told me and, as I expected, her voice was as melodious as heavenly music. And beyond beauty she had something else: a pair of huge, immaculately white wings that seemed to flap behind her. A little later, he met the first inhabitants, who looked at him in astonishment. A sign at the entrance to the village told him that he had arrived in the village of Mistveil, which had only 29 inhabitants. She frowned and grabbed my hand. Eventually she calmed down, I calmed down too, so I could ask something that had been bothering me from the beginning, but I couldn’t find the right moment to do it. Undeterred, he continued on and at some point, the fog lifted and the houses of a small hamlet appeared before him.