dawn
rzeczpospolita obojga narod w
poland and lithuania, 1569
They danced by the rye fields one night when the air was cool and moving sporadically through their thoughts and hearts. Feliks turned around and said with such flippancy that Toris couldn't believe that they had been talking about love and a Commonwealth what a short time before, "Like, just like totally take my hand, Liet."
And Liet did, joining his best friend turned political partner in dancing circles around the rye fields. Lithuania and Poland, a Commonwealth for the People - two nations spinning round and round each other so quickly to create a perfect orb. All would be right in the world.
"It'll be cool," he assured, and Liet, he, well, he just went with it because the air was so cool and Feliks' hand was so warm. There he was, still in the stage where they were invincible, they were chosen and about to become a superpower of Europe. One slip of the hand, one slip of acceptance.
"Okay," Toris said, and they loved.