When Krill had overheard Zhen and Grigri talking about a picnic on the beach, she hadn't immediately understood what they had in mind. It was only when she arrived at the place and on the day, with the promised Avendale byrh, that she realized. Farewell to Fei.
She shrugged to herself, placed the barrel in a comfortable spot and settled in, waiting to see what would happen. Knowing the honest shopkeeper, there was a chance that his funeral would be a happy mess. A not inconsiderable chance, in fact, so she was going to stay a while. At least as long as the barrel lasted.
In the end, the ceremony went as smoothly as planned. With seriousness, thankfully not too long speeches, and a lot of laughter. Especially when you're a Trykette who likes to laugh at just about everything.
Haokan had held his own, more or less. Krill had seen him at the bar often enough, given that he spent a considerable amount of time there for someone who didn't like byrh, to be able to estimate his stress level at a glance. And right now, it was high, very very high. But it was funny to see that he hadn't put on his helmet, and that he'd tried to be a stable point for the marmaille present. Krill had been more than a little surprised when she'd discovered that Fei had decided to look after children, and even more surprised that he'd managed to convince Hao and Zhen to lend him a hand. That was quite a feat.
And then, Grigri had found her, when the barrel was almost empty, dragging behind her a matted Trykette who must have been... Krill was terrible at estimating children's ages. Four? Six? Seven? Younger than Grigri, that's for sure. And less mature, too, which meant a lot less fun from her point of view. But hey, she'd more or less promised that the two of them could find refuge and advice with her if they wanted. And that's how she'd made the acquaintance of Rena who, from Trykette's comforter view, may well have been the only one of the whole gang who could actually have called the honest trader Papa. Did the two Zoraïs know? Well, that was their problem, after all.
Grigri had made an enthusiastic and almost dithyrambic presentation of his great friend, Rena had been duly impressed, and then everyone had finally parted, not without finishing the barrel. And Krill had laughed out loud when he heard Grigri forbid Rena to touch the byrh, and the little one still protesting as she left that she wasn't that little.
She shrugged to herself, placed the barrel in a comfortable spot and settled in, waiting to see what would happen. Knowing the honest shopkeeper, there was a chance that his funeral would be a happy mess. A not inconsiderable chance, in fact, so she was going to stay a while. At least as long as the barrel lasted.
In the end, the ceremony went as smoothly as planned. With seriousness, thankfully not too long speeches, and a lot of laughter. Especially when you're a Trykette who likes to laugh at just about everything.
Haokan had held his own, more or less. Krill had seen him at the bar often enough, given that he spent a considerable amount of time there for someone who didn't like byrh, to be able to estimate his stress level at a glance. And right now, it was high, very very high. But it was funny to see that he hadn't put on his helmet, and that he'd tried to be a stable point for the marmaille present. Krill had been more than a little surprised when she'd discovered that Fei had decided to look after children, and even more surprised that he'd managed to convince Hao and Zhen to lend him a hand. That was quite a feat.
And then, Grigri had found her, when the barrel was almost empty, dragging behind her a matted Trykette who must have been... Krill was terrible at estimating children's ages. Four? Six? Seven? Younger than Grigri, that's for sure. And less mature, too, which meant a lot less fun from her point of view. But hey, she'd more or less promised that the two of them could find refuge and advice with her if they wanted. And that's how she'd made the acquaintance of Rena who, from Trykette's comforter view, may well have been the only one of the whole gang who could actually have called the honest trader Papa. Did the two Zoraïs know? Well, that was their problem, after all.
Grigri had made an enthusiastic and almost dithyrambic presentation of his great friend, Rena had been duly impressed, and then everyone had finally parted, not without finishing the barrel. And Krill had laughed out loud when he heard Grigri forbid Rena to touch the byrh, and the little one still protesting as she left that she wasn't that little.
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Peu importe que la chope soit à moitié vide ou à moitié pleine, tant qu'on a le tonneau.