The Eclipse
"Cirrus" waited in the pouring rain. A strange grin twisted his face. Dripping, he blessed - who? Jena? He believed as much as a Yubo in Lutrukyn - for such a thankless time. All the conditions were right, and events were pushing him to it.
"We" had found out. It didn't matter to him who it was. His entire infiltration was in danger.
"Cirrus" had therefore taken the decision to disappear, he and his spy.
He patted his dagger beneath his water-soaked cloak. Then, as the wind blew a strong gust, the spy dashed forward. The Avalae guards did not see the shadow, as dark as the starless sky, stride alertly across the space between the edge of the alder grove and the city fence.
Staeflina smiled. It was good to sleep at home. The clammy, suffocating smell had left the apartment. Now it smelled of fragrant wood. She had taken some seeds, the ones Serae Liosta had recommended. The lack of hallucinogen tormented her a little, but - thanks to Jena - sleep was not disturbed. Sleep was not long in coming, covering her eyes with a restful veil. The embers in the fireplace were giving off their last glow. Then thoughts began to tangle, telling tangle-free stories. The head empties of worries. And you sink...
It was better not to warn her, not to wake her until the last moment. Everything had to be done quickly, very quickly. Nonetheless, he lit a candle and, spotting a parchment on a chest of drawers, set about aligning a few words. He knew Staeflina's handwriting better than anyone...
However, he couldn't have known that his spy had abandoned her Zoraic ways of expressing herself, which she had adopted to appear more naive.
So he wrote a vague letter of apology, borrowing words from the Taki zorai.
He turned to the woman he still believed to be his accomplice. He noticed the Karavan teleportation artifact Staeflina was using. She wouldn't be needing it anymore. However, it would have been foolish to leave it behind. So "Cirrus" threw it into the embers of the fireplace.
It was amazing, the calm waters of dreams, where sleepy homins usually drift ... had suddenly turned into a raging ocean! In Jena, the peaceful starry sky! Now it's a hurricane! The dreamer's boat is tossed in all directions...
Staeflina opened her eyes, awakening from sleep. She was surprised to find that the tossing was real and not the result of an illusion. She was placed on a mektoub, and behind her, seated on the saddle, a stout homin was guiding the animal. Glancing over her shoulder, Staeflina recognized... "Cirrus". Cirrus"
Far away, the embers cooled, leaving a strange object almost intact among the ashes, on which one could still make out a Karavan sign...
And on the threshold of the apartment a green badge, fallen from Staeflina's collar.
"Cirrus" waited in the pouring rain. A strange grin twisted his face. Dripping, he blessed - who? Jena? He believed as much as a Yubo in Lutrukyn - for such a thankless time. All the conditions were right, and events were pushing him to it.
"We" had found out. It didn't matter to him who it was. His entire infiltration was in danger.
"Cirrus" had therefore taken the decision to disappear, he and his spy.
He patted his dagger beneath his water-soaked cloak. Then, as the wind blew a strong gust, the spy dashed forward. The Avalae guards did not see the shadow, as dark as the starless sky, stride alertly across the space between the edge of the alder grove and the city fence.
Staeflina smiled. It was good to sleep at home. The clammy, suffocating smell had left the apartment. Now it smelled of fragrant wood. She had taken some seeds, the ones Serae Liosta had recommended. The lack of hallucinogen tormented her a little, but - thanks to Jena - sleep was not disturbed. Sleep was not long in coming, covering her eyes with a restful veil. The embers in the fireplace were giving off their last glow. Then thoughts began to tangle, telling tangle-free stories. The head empties of worries. And you sink...
It was better not to warn her, not to wake her until the last moment. Everything had to be done quickly, very quickly. Nonetheless, he lit a candle and, spotting a parchment on a chest of drawers, set about aligning a few words. He knew Staeflina's handwriting better than anyone...
However, he couldn't have known that his spy had abandoned her Zoraic ways of expressing herself, which she had adopted to appear more naive.
So he wrote a vague letter of apology, borrowing words from the Taki zorai.
Ata, Liosta Miko.
Nu suis guzu de vous abandonnée de nouveau, à si peu de temps d'intervalle.
Su faut moi pardonner, nu ai reçu une lettre de nu'o Pa, disant que nu'o Mi était souffrant. Nu left at night, as soon as possible.
Guzu again.
Staeflina Ma Yumé.
He turned to the woman he still believed to be his accomplice. He noticed the Karavan teleportation artifact Staeflina was using. She wouldn't be needing it anymore. However, it would have been foolish to leave it behind. So "Cirrus" threw it into the embers of the fireplace.
It was amazing, the calm waters of dreams, where sleepy homins usually drift ... had suddenly turned into a raging ocean! In Jena, the peaceful starry sky! Now it's a hurricane! The dreamer's boat is tossed in all directions...
Staeflina opened her eyes, awakening from sleep. She was surprised to find that the tossing was real and not the result of an illusion. She was placed on a mektoub, and behind her, seated on the saddle, a stout homin was guiding the animal. Glancing over her shoulder, Staeflina recognized... "Cirrus". Cirrus"
Far away, the embers cooled, leaving a strange object almost intact among the ashes, on which one could still make out a Karavan sign...
And on the threshold of the apartment a green badge, fallen from Staeflina's collar.