#8 – Makan
Makan was lounging dead drunk on his desk. He let himself be cradled by the effects of alcohol, feeling sad, defeated. He had heard Dwane take his weapons and equipment and disappear in the Shadow of a Swan who wasn’t coming back. Cybèle had come and collected Anonyma on this same evening, to take her by the Drakanis. It was probably the best thing for her and he knew it. Nonetheless, he was already missing her presence… she had been like a child from this dreadful day… Even so, she remained his beloved cousin, and now she also was abandoning him. He heard sometimes Zam and Gabatcho walking in the hall, but his sister Meilya was the only one allowed entering his lair, if that. The homin was becoming taciturn and was very seldom willing to be disturbed. His sister was working on daytime, and kept him company on evening. Makan was horribly weak and cursed himself for not being a better brother for this small sister he hadn’t seen for a long time.
The poor Tryker didn’t exit the hall of the macFay clan, except in very rare occurrences. He continued his work as a storyteller and wrote scores of words on paper. Between two beer bottles, he prayed for his goddess, so that she would protect the missing homins and that the light-birds would take them back home.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Makan was lounging dead drunk on his desk. He let himself be cradled by the effects of alcohol, feeling sad, defeated. He had heard Dwane take his weapons and equipment and disappear in the Shadow of a Swan who wasn’t coming back. Cybèle had come and collected Anonyma on this same evening, to take her by the Drakanis. It was probably the best thing for her and he knew it. Nonetheless, he was already missing her presence… she had been like a child from this dreadful day… Even so, she remained his beloved cousin, and now she also was abandoning him. He heard sometimes Zam and Gabatcho walking in the hall, but his sister Meilya was the only one allowed entering his lair, if that. The homin was becoming taciturn and was very seldom willing to be disturbed. His sister was working on daytime, and kept him company on evening. Makan was horribly weak and cursed himself for not being a better brother for this small sister he hadn’t seen for a long time.
The poor Tryker didn’t exit the hall of the macFay clan, except in very rare occurrences. He continued his work as a storyteller and wrote scores of words on paper. Between two beer bottles, he prayed for his goddess, so that she would protect the missing homins and that the light-birds would take them back home.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.