The ceremony was well attended. The beach was packed. As many concerned by the couriers sent as the curious ignoramuses there to take advantage of an opportunity to celebrate, because yes Grisen wanted this moment to be festive, if the quantity of beer that had just been delivered to the brewer improvised on the beach for the event was anything to go by.
Yet neither he nor Ylang'Hao had received a single letter or announcement from Hao'Kan about the ceremony. Fortunately, the Zoraï underestimated the discretion and speed with which news could spread through the lakes. Or was it that all this was disturbing him?
In any case, Jazzy was there, present, some fifty meters behind. Why was he there? He didn't know himself! As if hoping for answers to his questions. Jazzy's mind was often preoccupied with homins whose behavior escaped his comprehension. Zhen, Hao'Kan, MazéYum, Ki'Gan, Giasuki...
As Grisen began his speech, Jazzy chuckled, thinking that he really did have a problem with Zoraïs. No one was paying any attention to the famous citizen who had landed in the shelter of a Flyner shoot whose leaf was low enough to conceal the hominin.
What did Feinigan have in mind when he challenged Jazzy on the arm of Giasuki, recognized as dangerous and wanted by the Theocracy and the Federation at the time?
Grisen was explaining that Feinigan was a good man, although he did like to tease certain people. Was this teasing, or was Grisen still naive?
Showing off in the simplest of outfits on the Avendale terrace with Giasuki to provoke the guard by displaying obscene gestures. What a fool the commander said!
After that, he was forgotten by the Federation and the guards, which was a good thing. His return to the lakes with Zhen and Hao'Kan didn't bode well, but Jazzy was a great believer in second chances.
Although his wife wanted to kill him with her bare hands, convinced that he was responsible for her son's physical and spiritual estrangement, Jazzy had tried to prevent Hao'Kan, Feinigan and Zhen by condemning them to exile from the lakes.
Once again, Jazzy chuckled as he finally made his last journey surrounded by the Tryker people, before the stunned eyes of the Trykeri with mug in hand.
His questions would remain unanswered forever, and Jazzy already regretted it. He had understood, too late this time, that it was always necessary to meet one's enemies over a beer to understand their actions without necessarily accepting them...
There was no need to stay any longer, that damn tryker was gone for good and he didn't want to be seen here. As he went on his way, he saw Hao'Kan finish a seemingly serious conversation with Grisen before leaving before everyone else... it was a difficult moment that Jazzy could understand with some difficulty.
Damn Tryker! What were you thinking...?
Ciao Tala...
Yet neither he nor Ylang'Hao had received a single letter or announcement from Hao'Kan about the ceremony. Fortunately, the Zoraï underestimated the discretion and speed with which news could spread through the lakes. Or was it that all this was disturbing him?
In any case, Jazzy was there, present, some fifty meters behind. Why was he there? He didn't know himself! As if hoping for answers to his questions. Jazzy's mind was often preoccupied with homins whose behavior escaped his comprehension. Zhen, Hao'Kan, MazéYum, Ki'Gan, Giasuki...
As Grisen began his speech, Jazzy chuckled, thinking that he really did have a problem with Zoraïs. No one was paying any attention to the famous citizen who had landed in the shelter of a Flyner shoot whose leaf was low enough to conceal the hominin.
What did Feinigan have in mind when he challenged Jazzy on the arm of Giasuki, recognized as dangerous and wanted by the Theocracy and the Federation at the time?
Grisen was explaining that Feinigan was a good man, although he did like to tease certain people. Was this teasing, or was Grisen still naive?
Showing off in the simplest of outfits on the Avendale terrace with Giasuki to provoke the guard by displaying obscene gestures. What a fool the commander said!
After that, he was forgotten by the Federation and the guards, which was a good thing. His return to the lakes with Zhen and Hao'Kan didn't bode well, but Jazzy was a great believer in second chances.
Although his wife wanted to kill him with her bare hands, convinced that he was responsible for her son's physical and spiritual estrangement, Jazzy had tried to prevent Hao'Kan, Feinigan and Zhen by condemning them to exile from the lakes.
Once again, Jazzy chuckled as he finally made his last journey surrounded by the Tryker people, before the stunned eyes of the Trykeri with mug in hand.
His questions would remain unanswered forever, and Jazzy already regretted it. He had understood, too late this time, that it was always necessary to meet one's enemies over a beer to understand their actions without necessarily accepting them...
There was no need to stay any longer, that damn tryker was gone for good and he didn't want to be seen here. As he went on his way, he saw Hao'Kan finish a seemingly serious conversation with Grisen before leaving before everyone else... it was a difficult moment that Jazzy could understand with some difficulty.
Damn Tryker! What were you thinking...?
Ciao Tala...
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Jazzy Mac'PlanteyChef de Bai Nhori Drakani
Commandant de Bai Trykali
Citoyen célèbre