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#59 Added by Fleurdetuber 7 months ago [fr]

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Canillia has just arrived at the embassy.

y hope it's important Ni-An-neu Tryker? Lea was furious...
_ we found him!
_ who?"
Fleur staggered a little and her voice quavered:

Aelyne...

Where is she? We'll look for her...
An, Y put her in her room here..."

Canillia breathes with relief.

Is she well?
She doesn't know who she is anymore...
She says her name is hubae.
Hubae?
y want sul to examine it...

She seems to have signed a contract with Ore Altae.
Liosta hired him to take her off their hands.
_Okal, y monte."

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#60 Added by Canillia 7 months ago [fr]

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Canillia enters the room without knocking.

A Trykette stands motionless in the middle of the room.
Her long braid runs down her back over the maid's uniform.
The young homine turns around slowly, impassive.
The great Alkiën recognized Aelyne.
La ch'tite" has not been spared by life: her eyes have lost the innocence of childhood.

Are you Hubae?

Hubae assesses the newcomer.
It looks familiar, as does the whole room.
She recognizes the insignia of the old Alkiane Order:
Deles Silam, Serae-Kin. What's next for Lye?
Before finalizing the agreement, I must check your health.
Please lye undress."

The Trykette hesitates:
Don't...
Don't worry, I won't hurt you. This will be quick.
_Sil, Serae-kin."

The Trykette turns. She removes her brown skirt of servitude.
Canillia recognizes the muscular legs of a bush runner.
Hubae unzips his tunic and lays it on the bed.

The Alkiën then discovers with disgust this thing from the worst Matis past.
The blister on Aelyne's shoulder marks the slavers' ownership of this homine.
Without revealing anything, she approaches and begins her examination.
I was informed that Lye was receiving treatment?

Blushing slightly from handling:
Sil Serae-Kin. This is a tonic.
A tonic?
We shall see..."

#61 Added by Fleurdetuber 7 months ago [fr]

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It's night in Yrkanis.

In the Tryker embassy, Fleur de Tuber's office is still awake.
He's worried; the girl has been here for several days but there's been no noticeable improvement in her condition.
While waiting for Serae Liosta to welcome her, Aelyne spends her days tidying and cleaning with a kind of quiet frenzy that's rather frightening.

The embassy has never been ...

...also Matis!

Fleur, always on the lookout for a nap, decides to open the overdue reports from her little Frypos.
The first few pages are dull as usual.

Ok Cani spends a lot of time in pyr and Lochi with Léa ...

There are a few little stories about bedfellows, drunks and shenanigans. But nothing really interesting.
Let's face it, the Kingdom is falling asleep and Fleur's eyes are starting to sting.

He gets up and pulls his hammock out of his old bag when a scream rips through the night:

Hubae! Help me!

FREE ME!"

#62 Added by Maishesang 7 months ago [fr]

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An out-of-breath, hurried courier arrives at the D'Ore Altae reception in Yrkanis.

Deles Silam!
I have a plie for Director D'Ore Altae!"

The employee glances scornfully at the deliveryman's unkempt appearance:
Show me?
Sil, don't take it.

_Laye maie, affix your signature here."

The very dignified employee:
Voila, Fila Ser... "

The Delivery Man wastes no time in waiting for the next step and slams the door, running to his next customer.

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To the attention of the Honorable Direction of Ore Altae Institution,

From Mai SHE-SANG-Miko,
Independent representative for a client wishing to remain anonymous,
Zoraï Serenity's messenger of harmony.

Subject: Proposal to buy out the Hubae-Miko service contract

May the Wisdom of Ma-Duk enlighten your business and may prosperity continue to adorn your home.

I am writing to you as part of a respectful yet determined effort to discuss the terms and conditions of a buyout of the service contract for Hubae-Miko, a Tryker sap hominin currently under contract with your illustrious institution.

Representing the interests of a customer who wishes to remain anonymous, I propose an indemnity calculated as follows:

- Full reimbursement of initial training,
- The equivalent of five annual service cycles, according to your current rates.

I believe that this generous offer, respectful of your investment, deserves your full attention.

It should be noted that my customer, in his infinite wisdom, is leaving you the benefit of the usufruct of Hubae-miko's current services, until the final implementation of our agreement. As a result, there will be no need to inform the current customer of this discreet change. I am confident that this solution will satisfy all parties, while maintaining the exemplary reputation of your institution.

That said, I think it prudent to raise a delicate point: the legitimacy of a contract signed by a homine-wivan whose legal status, at the time of her engagement, could lend itself to certain regrettable interpretations. I'm sure that an institution as respectable as yours would prefer to avoid this subject becoming the subject of debate in a Kingdom where legal principles are so rightly valued.

In the interests of harmony and discretion, I'm convinced that you will welcome this proposal as an equitable solution, sparing you unnecessary complications.

I remain at your disposal to work out the practical details of this transfer in an atmosphere of mutual respect and confidentiality.

May our exchange be marked by serenity and wisdom.

Respectfully,

Mai SHE-SANG-Miko
Independent representative for Harmony

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#63 Added by Fleurdetuber 4 months ago [fr]

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In the hushed silence of his office, lit by the flickering glow of his battered old tryker lamp,
Fleur de Tuber leaned back in her chair, her gaze lost in the dancing shadows on the walls.
Canillia's revelations (1) about Aelyne's contract with Ore Altae were tormenting her mind.
As usual when in the grip of doubt, he addressed his sister's absence gently.
Pom's memory remained vivid despite the years.

- Pom, if only you were here to listen to me.
Since our separation during the Great Kitin Swarm, I've always felt responsible for your loss.
Knowing that you had to survive in the midst of kitins, barely out of childhood, has always impressed and frightened me.
But today, it's Aelyne who's in danger, and once again I feel helpless.

He stood up slowly, pacing the room with his hands clasped behind his back.

- Our people endured slavery under the Matis yoke, a dark period we have sworn never to relive.
Discovering that Aelyne is bound by such an unfair contract awakens an anger in me that I can barely contain.
But how do you do this without rekindling tensions between Trykers and Matis?

Hasty action could trigger a scandal with unpredictable consequences.

He stopped in front of a dusty shelf, brushing his finger over a tarnished badge, a vestige of a bygone era.

- Discreetly approaching a Matis nobleman renowned for his wisdom could be a solution.
By exposing the situation to him, perhaps we can encourage the Kingdom to act without public fanfare.

But this approach is risky.

The subtleties of the Matis court are complex, and such a confidence could backfire.

He sighed deeply, returning to sit heavily in his armchair.

- Canillia, despite her unwavering friendship, is no longer in a position to influence this matter.
His decline can only make things worse.
She also did everything she could to keep her action secret.
So I can't involve her in this any more than she already is.

He closed his eyes for a moment, seeking comfort in his sister's memories.

- Pom, you're the one who used to charge problems with an axe,
you'd swoop down and punch anyone you thought was connected to this horror?

But you're not here and I can't act like this...

How can we protect Aelyne without endangering our people?
Every option seems fraught with pitfalls, and time is running out.

Silence answered him, heavy with meaning.
Fleur knew he had to make a decision quickly, but the shadow of doubt still hung over his heart.

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#64 Added by Fleurdetuber 4 months ago [fr]

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In the hushed quiet of his office,
lit by the flickering glow of his old lamp,
Fleur de Tuber found himself immersed in a whirlwind of tumultuous reflection.

The documents "found" by Canillia tormented his mind.

His role as ambassador of the Lakes to Karan placed him in a delicate position,
torn between his official duties and the family ties that bound him to Aelyne.
He stood up slowly and began pacing the room.
His gaze landed on the dusty shelves where tarnished mementos lay, relics of a bygone past.
As if to connect with his roots, he brushed his hand over the objects, lost in thought.

After a moment, he stopped, resolute.

He had to be careful,
probe the murky waters of the Matis kingdom before taking the matter to the Tryker Federation of Lakes.
Fleur knew that, to navigate the intricacies of Matis politics, she needed a wise guide,
someone capable of understanding the subtleties of their complex society.

He walked over to his desk and picked up a blank sheet of paper.
With a quill dipped in ink, he wrote an izam for an authority,
renowned for its wisdom and discernment.
Fleur knew that this had to be done with the utmost discretion and respect,

reflecting the seriousness of the situation.

After rereading the missive,
Fleur felt a weight lift from her shoulders.
This approach, though delicate, was necessary.
Navigating the swamp of Matis politics and protecting those he held dear would be a dangerous adventure.

He sealed the envelope and handed it to the messenger,
with instructions to hand-deliver it to the addressee,
guaranteeing the confidentiality of the process.

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#65 Added by Copal 3 months ago [fr]

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Crossing Avalae, deep in thought.
Politely greeting his father and the other guards as they passed.
Continue to his apartment and find a courier at the door.
The usual return from a day at the Royal Archives.

The seal on the message was more surprising.
Copal frowned slightly as he identified her.
He was not an ambassador to the Federation. Why was the Tryker ambassador to Yrkanis writing to him rather than Ser Cinabre?
The messenger had already left. But the addressee's name was his.
It wasn't a delivery error.
Copal walked through the door of his apartment with a dark sense of foreboding.

Settle into the calm of your office.
Unseal the envelope and read the contents.
Once. Then a second.
Copal leaned back in his chair to think.

The problem wasn't the ambassador's habit of making a mystery out of a simple request.
He wanted a private interview. So be it.
Copal closed his eyes and lightly massaged his temples.

He was not particularly attached to justice or fairness. Whatever the ambassador was implying.
And flaunting his credentials or appealing to his supposed wisdom were equally useless devices.
As for the fate of a young homine...
Annoyance was certainly not the feeling the ambassador had hoped to arouse in his interlocutor. But Copal had had time to explore the full range of emotions on the subject.

He straightened up and took the letter back to read it again.
No, it was all a blur to him.
But the problem around which the ambassador was circling as carefully as a Tryker around a rotating barrel of bhyr was likely to affect him personally.
Not to mention that Karan hadn't knighted him just to keep his Archives.
His quill and inkwell were ready at all times. It didn't take him more than a moment to write a brief reply.

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