ROLEPLAY

The spy

The rain was pouring down on Avalae. Stealthily, a Matis crossed the space separating the Majestic Gardens Caravans counter from the bar.
He quickly entered the elevator, which took him to the green-lit room where the thirsty took refuge.
There was only one customer that evening and, as usual, the barman greeted arrivals outside the building. It was the homine the Matis was looking for. He watched her for a moment. Despite her relaxed posture, he could tell she was trying to play the noble Matisse. The Matis judged that soon the "cover" would be perfect.

The Matis signaled his presence with a tap on the shoulder, then uttered the phrase of recognition in Taki zoraï that his agent had planned for their meetings during the infiltration. After a moment's silence, the hominin replied in a morose voice. She mumbled: "Cirrus, Nu is happy to see Liu.
Cirrus let the silence linger for a moment. He wondered if he would be able to get through to her despite her apathetic state. Cirrus" placed a packet on the counter, from which a strange odor was rising. The homine seized it and quickly stuffed it into her pocket.

"Now is not the time to flinch".said "Cirrus" in an ironically paternal tone. "Your new friends would be disappointed to find you here in this state. You now have more than enough to relax behind closed doors with this package."

The interpellée didn't answer. Cirrus" added nothing. The Matis simply pretended to leave. He stopped when he heard an amber cube hit the wood of the counter.
"Cirrus" retraced his steps and picked up the object.
Then, without a word, he left the bar.

Smoky reveries

In her Avalae apartment, the mysterious "Cirrus" handmaiden was emerging from her vaporous hallucinations. Lying on her bed, she breathed slowly, her head in the smoke of her concoction. That evening, she had exhausted her supply of gibbai flesh. Her large water pipe contained nothing but damp ashes.

When she had fully regained consciousness, the homine stood up and splashed some water on her face. She then brushed her hair, smoothed out her dress and stepped outside for some fresh air. The building's janitor saw a graceful young Matisse walk past him, a carefree smile on her lips, whom he would certainly not have recognized a few moments earlier, slumped as she was in her cloud of hallucinogenic smoke.

Cirrus"'s accomplice, as she walked, let her thoughts drift on the waves of her memory.

She remembered her first meeting with the enigmatic Matis, who turned out to be a convict. Although he was older than her, the young homine had been seduced by his attentive manner, and if she had fallen for him, she might still have had doubts about the reciprocity of her feelings, but this was not a primary concern for her.
She escaped for a week from her life in Zora, joining "Cirrus" in his tribe in the Green Summits. She shared tents, wine and smoke with him.
Just as the young homin's escapade was about to come to an end, as she didn't want to arouse the suspicions of those close to her, "Cirrus" introduced her to vaporized gibbai flesh, a powerful hallucinogen. For a brief moment, she was reluctant to consume it, as her Zoraie upbringing forbade such things, but once she had tasted it, she forgot her scruples. However, the Matisse didn't notice that "Cirrus" hadn't taken any with her.

Back at home, the young homin couldn't forget the exhilarating sensations this new preparation had given her, so much so that she couldn't do without it. Unable to obtain some in the Pays Malade without being indiscreet, she sent an izam to "Cirrus". He offered her a deal...