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>The man at the receiving end of the full-body tackle-hug was a young man in baggy commoner’s clothes with a shallower sheen of sweat on his brow than his fellows. He wasn’t tall or bulky by any stretch of the imagination. His golden hair, tied up in a bun but still trailing behind him, positively gleamed in the poor light that filtered through the skylight. His baby blue eyes glittered with a young boy’s joie de vivre. Erich of Konigstuhl gladly received Mika’s high-flying embrace, completely unfazed at the prospect of being hugged by a man taller than him, and spun a few times to mitigate the intensity of the collision.
God I wish that were me......