Eolinius had returned to everyday life, seeing his faithful and joyful Talai of Lochi again and resuming his obligations to the Federation. He had always kept his business card from the water company with him and thought that taking a trip to analyze the water in Lochi would give him some fresh air. He therefore traveled the analysis grounds with Gnookie, his solid Gnoof mount capable of transporting several barrels at the same time. The weather was clear and the breeze blew gently as he walked along the cliff northeast of Fairhaven. Gnookie went straight, unlike Tapioca who was always looking for flowers to eat right and left.
Suddenly he felt weak and dizzy. He paced Gnookie and approached the cliff, stopping under an overhang in the shadow of the daylight. He leaned over, putting one hand to lean against the wall, and blew a little.
A distant whisper echoed in his head.
- « Tala … »
Eolinius looked around, frightened.
- « Eh ? »
- « … beware of her … »
He could recognize this voice among thousands, a voice from a distant past, but how was that possible ?
Eolinius said in a trembling voice:
- “Eny… but… is it Sul? … Po … Pom ? »
The whispering grew fainter and fainter, barely audible.
- « … find the wild sap … find … my littly one … she … »
Eolinius tried to concentrate on the voice, but the connection was broken. Pom ? This was not possible. He himself had attended her cremation during a grueling ceremony organized by his brother Fleurdetuber [1].
Although with Ubhal, he was used to expecting anything from her. Was his soul still there ? Had she managed to get through the mirror ? This story that didn't hold up ? He didn't know how, but she was capable of it. He wondered if he should tell his Talai that their Tali was still there. He was seized with doubt. What if it was a trick of the witch he had seen in his dreams ? The one Jazzy was talking about in the past ?
He caught his breath and headed towards Fairhaven, holding Gnookie tightly.
[1] Ubhal's funeral
Suddenly he felt weak and dizzy. He paced Gnookie and approached the cliff, stopping under an overhang in the shadow of the daylight. He leaned over, putting one hand to lean against the wall, and blew a little.
A distant whisper echoed in his head.
- « Tala … »
Eolinius looked around, frightened.
- « Eh ? »
- « … beware of her … »
He could recognize this voice among thousands, a voice from a distant past, but how was that possible ?
Eolinius said in a trembling voice:
- “Eny… but… is it Sul? … Po … Pom ? »
The whispering grew fainter and fainter, barely audible.
- « … find the wild sap … find … my littly one … she … »
Eolinius tried to concentrate on the voice, but the connection was broken. Pom ? This was not possible. He himself had attended her cremation during a grueling ceremony organized by his brother Fleurdetuber [1].
Although with Ubhal, he was used to expecting anything from her. Was his soul still there ? Had she managed to get through the mirror ? This story that didn't hold up ? He didn't know how, but she was capable of it. He wondered if he should tell his Talai that their Tali was still there. He was seized with doubt. What if it was a trick of the witch he had seen in his dreams ? The one Jazzy was talking about in the past ?
He caught his breath and headed towards Fairhaven, holding Gnookie tightly.
[1] Ubhal's funeral