ROLEPLAY

Sylede had been patient, very patient. The little snoop had given up trying to find him. She now seemed to be minding her own business. Time had done its work, and he could now do as he pleased.

He walked forward masked, observing the crowd gathered to cheer the child. No one noticed him. He ventured to remove his helmet. No one paid any attention to him. They were focused on the play unfolding before them.
Then it was his turn. He gave his bouquet, and spoke his truth. Through his mouth, the people speak.
Tamiela didn't seem to realize the full significance of this. The Karae was performing, true to her courtly game. Aniro-Karin was obviously more subtle. Her face showed perfect mastery. Impossible to draw any conclusions at this hour. But the message had got through, that was certain.
There was no reaction, barely a murmur from the assembly. They had already moved on.
Sylede withdrew quietly.

She barely raised her head when he made his report. The light flame of the brazier allowed her to discern a rare smile when he finished:
- The seed is sown, and when it breaks through the bark, it will produce a tree taller than ever...