Listen to your heart
For a few days I heard murmurs at my passage. I turned towards the guard and said,
"What's up? I have a stain on my conk do I?
"Hey, were you married?"
– Hu-ho yes! Twice, even.
– Oh?
– There has been the beautiful tenebrous Shen, torn between his heart and his Matis side, torn between his laboratory and the hunt at my side, a worthy member of Le Cercle des Profondeurs (The Circle of Depths). His house welcomed me with open arms. It has always been there to defend me. In return, I watched over each its member.
This is how I met Dorcile, Belldandy, Mutenroshi, Phyli, and Bouigyssimo, who became later my second husband.
– What? That Fyros?
– Yep indeed, that browned, that imp, that hominaizer. After a few months of him chasing me, I said to him "It's either them, all, or me, alone" and he replied "It's you, but you marry me." That's how I became the godmother of the Cosa, Karavan mercenaries, pigheaded ones. Actually those of La sève Noire (The Black Sap) remind them to me: their solidarity, their mutual aid, their protection towards each other. See li'l Typhanix, she was of them already.
– But have you had other sweeties like that?
– Hu-ho yes... There has been Dwilaseth, the obsidian star, a dreamer, Polo the old imp who was coveting my bottom *laughs* Ah Saeveas too, the wanderer, a loner like me, a tender friend ... Ah a Cosa again, Jessayaneo, who gave me his friendship ... Yes there have been sweeties *wistful air* many of them. *Hihi*
Elea turned heels back home, head full of memories. She already thought, aloud, about what she was going prepare for her homin: "Let's see... A stew of bodoc in wine or a yubo with mustard?"
"But they're all gone?
– Yes, they have all taken the path to the Roots, taking their life in hand and giving me back my freedom.
– And yet you still have a homin?
– Yes! The heart has its reason that reason has not, listen to your heart and you'll see.
For a few days I heard murmurs at my passage. I turned towards the guard and said,
"What's up? I have a stain on my conk do I?
"Hey, were you married?"
– Hu-ho yes! Twice, even.
– Oh?
– There has been the beautiful tenebrous Shen, torn between his heart and his Matis side, torn between his laboratory and the hunt at my side, a worthy member of Le Cercle des Profondeurs (The Circle of Depths). His house welcomed me with open arms. It has always been there to defend me. In return, I watched over each its member.
This is how I met Dorcile, Belldandy, Mutenroshi, Phyli, and Bouigyssimo, who became later my second husband.
– What? That Fyros?
– Yep indeed, that browned, that imp, that hominaizer. After a few months of him chasing me, I said to him "It's either them, all, or me, alone" and he replied "It's you, but you marry me." That's how I became the godmother of the Cosa, Karavan mercenaries, pigheaded ones. Actually those of La sève Noire (The Black Sap) remind them to me: their solidarity, their mutual aid, their protection towards each other. See li'l Typhanix, she was of them already.
– But have you had other sweeties like that?
– Hu-ho yes... There has been Dwilaseth, the obsidian star, a dreamer, Polo the old imp who was coveting my bottom *laughs* Ah Saeveas too, the wanderer, a loner like me, a tender friend ... Ah a Cosa again, Jessayaneo, who gave me his friendship ... Yes there have been sweeties *wistful air* many of them. *Hihi*
Elea turned heels back home, head full of memories. She already thought, aloud, about what she was going prepare for her homin: "Let's see... A stew of bodoc in wine or a yubo with mustard?"
"But they're all gone?
– Yes, they have all taken the path to the Roots, taking their life in hand and giving me back my freedom.
– And yet you still have a homin?
– Yes! The heart has its reason that reason has not, listen to your heart and you'll see.