also smaller, and the architectural style was different in each case.
-We're going to my Atlatic estate, my dear,- Gizel finally said. Her face softened a little, and it was clear that she had calmed down somewhat. -It's part of a residential area you probably haven't seen before. - She paused briefly. - Mainly diplomats, very wealthy merchants and dignitaries live here. It is a fairly new part of the city and is located on the north side of the Soljan massif. On the south side, mostly Atlantean aristocrats and high-ranking officers live.
The dragon looked at the elf questioningly, and she seemed to understand him without words.
-I think I need some time alone.- She smiled faintly. - Don’t worry. We’ll see each other again soon.
Just as she finished speaking, the carriage turned and the wheels creaked on the gravel. Draco looked out the window. They entered the grounds of an estate surrounded by a fence made of metal bars twisted into fanciful shapes. Just beyond the fence was a small park, mainly covered with tall, venerable oak trees. Behind the garden stood a small palace. The two-storey white marble building seemed delicate. The structure was full of columns carved in the form of statues, openwork, tall windows and a huge amount of golden decorations.
When they stopped, Gizel stood up and unexpectedly hugged Draco quickly.
-Thank you for your company,- she whispered. -I feel better now. You don't have to walk me home.- She ruffled the boy's hair. -Be careful on your way back, okay?- The dragon just nodded. -Good night, my dear.- The elf got out and closed the door behind her, and the carriage moved on, leaving only the kelpies and their riders behind. Draco sat alone, thinking about what had happened that evening.
