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#74 Multilingual 

Canillia ouvre un izam en provenance d'Haokan.

Elle a à peine lu les premiers mots que le courrier lui échappe, elle s'écroule sur sa chaise.
La funeste nouvelle l'a frappé.

Elle est effondrée, l'autre Fei est "partie"...

Voila, elle se lance dans les soins aux personnes et Vlan son premier patient meurt!

Belle réussite...

Mais c'est pas le problème, elle doit être honnête avec elle même.

Bon Ok, Fei n'est pas.... n'était pas un modèle.

Mais bon...

J'aurai jamais imaginer que cela m'aurait autant atteint.

Vekariel avait raison:

Pour tuer avec élégance, il faut connaitre parfaitement le fonctionnement de sa cible...

...Mais pour soigner cela ne suffit pas.

Il faut aussi que son patient veuille vivre...

Canillia quitte sa demeure, scelle son Gubani et part faire un bout de brousse...

#75 Multilingual 

Il fait sombre, Canillia à dressé son camps non loin de Zora.
Le regard dans le vague elle surveille distraitement son repas qui chauffe doucement...

...l'assemblée des Akenaks était bien drôle cette fois...

Lorlyn l'ambassadrice Fédérale était ronde comme une queue de pioche...
Son comportement vraiment étrange et totalement inapproprié, a bien faillis provoquer un incident Diplomatique.
Fasse à Elle: Ce vieux Fyros d'Azazor essayait de se dépêtrer de cette "fantaisie" sans comprendre ce qui lui arrivait...
Heureusement Kyriann et Eolinius ont repris les choses en mains avant que l'innocente puisse faire trop de dégât...

La Sélection de l'Ambassadeur impérial : une vraie poilade!
Le Vieux Fyros était si rigide et agressif que les entretiens de sélection des candidats ressemblait à l'interrogatoire de traitre en puissance!

En fait il avait déjà fait son choix mais rageait que l'heureux récipiendaire ne soit pas encore volontaire...

C'est ce Soir là que la réalité est devenue pour moi évidente:

C'est la Légion Fyros de mon chère "ami" qui tient les rênes du pouvoir dans le désert.
Les représentants de l'empereur se taisent quand Azazor cause!
Même Naveruss sa doublure n'en menait pas large...
Un coup d'état en douceur? peut être? La Classe...

Apres avoir validé la candidature du candidat qu'il voulait,
Il a accepter de prendre en compte les seconds rôle qui assumeront les ambassades moins prestigieuses... ou plus problématiques.

Bref on sent bien qui est le chef...

Mais comme cela n'est finalement plus vraiment mon affaire,
J'ai lâché le morceau avant la fin pour rejoindre Léa chez elle.
Malheureusement, j'avais oublié qu'elle était chez ses oncles pour régler des trucs de famille.
Alors, J'ai récupéré mon Gubani à l'étable de la porte sud et j'ai tracé droit devant sans but...

Juste pour sentir le vent sur mon visage...

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#76 Multilingual 

Canillia est chez elle à Yrkanis épuisée, comme vidée.

Sa mère est absente. Elle doit être allé chez ses commères...
Léa lui manque...
Elle relit le message qui la convoque au conseille des Filirai ce soir.

"Cela ne présage rien de bon... "

Elle entre dans son laboratoire, ouvre le coffre secret après avoir désactivés les pièges qui le protège.
Elle attrape Deux Flacons portant une étiquette rouge.
Sur le premier est marqué 1/2 et sur le second 2/2.

Elle regarde les deux petit flacons se souvenant du jour où elle à conçu ces produits:
"je n'aurais jamais pus imaginé devoir m'en servir sur ne...

...Mais ne me dois d'être prudente.

Il ne me livrera pas a Naverus la Ragus Ktheros du vieux...


Mais, il pourrait me faire payer l'embarras que je lui cause en déshonorant ma famille, mes amis et mon Ordre.

"La Mort n'est rien, seulement un passage, une aventure.


Ma seule crainte est de manquer à ma parole en ne pouvant pas achever la Formation de mon Selsym: Ser Lorgilo..."

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#77 Multilingual 

Canillia est chez-elle complétement abattue,

Dans sa main un flacon roule entre ses doigts.

"Même si je ne l'ai jamais testé, je sait ce qu'est censé faire cette formule antique.
Je n'ai pas oublié le jour où je l'ai découverte dans l'un des Antiques grimoires secrets du Filira Ordre Alkiane...

Mais le Karan m'a interdit cette sortie honorable..."

"Venger et protéger ma famille était de l'incompétence...

Mourir serai de la lâcheté, une fuite!"
Qu'il a dit.
Je n'oublierai jamais son regard méprisant!

Je m'attendait bien à recevoir un blâme et peut être une punition. Mais le retrait de ma gemme de Noblesse et la mise à disposition de l'ensemble des sujets du royaume est pire que la mort.

Cette mort qui m'a été refusée, c'est la honte sur ma famille et sur le Filira Ordre Alkiane.

Je n'avait d'autre choix que de rendre mes insignes, grades et prérogatives.
Poser mon insigne au pied du Karan fut ma dernière bravade et la chose la plus déchirante que je n'ai jamais faite.

La vérité est que Stevano n'a jamais accepté l’ascension de la petite voleuse que j'ai toujours été pour lui.
Aujourd'hui, je ne suis même plus cette petite voleuse innocente.
Je ne suis plus personne, juste un outil forgé pour défendre le royaume.

Je ne regrette pas d'avoir défendu ma famille et mon honneur.
Le Prix ne compte pas:

Qui serai-je si j'avais laissé faire?


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#78 Multilingual 

Canillia attrape un Velin et commence à écrire.



Elle appelle Lyssan afin qui fasse parvenir le message à Ser Lorgilo-kin.
Après avoir retirer et soigneusement rangé Le "Grand Blanc", son uniforme d'Alkiëne,

elle quitte sa demeure.

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#79 Multilingual 

Après avoir lu l'izam de Filira Salazar,
Canillia prend un Velin pour lui répondre.

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#80 Multilingual 

Canillia se demande comment elle a encore pus s'embarquer dans cette histoire.
Maintenant Nils l'a pris un peu au dépourvu avec sa démission.

bon le Gamin est volontaire et travailleur, bien qu'un peu naïf peut être.

Lyssan entre discrêtement et donne une enveloppe scellé à la Nindën du Filira Ordre Alkane.

La Matis ouvre l'enveloppe et lit rapidement le "pédigrée" de Ser Cinabre.

"Okal, pas grand chose à dire..."



"Le gamin semble propre."

#81 [fr] 

Canillia stands up,
It's early.
Pyr's heat prevents him from sleeping.
Light streams in through the shutters.
Léa, still drowsy, moves lazily in bed.

She's happy...

Her lover's training kept her busy.
Léa is now able to defend herself.
All it needs now is a real fight.

This week in the desert does them good.
It's a time to reflect on the future and enjoy life.

Even if she's here to verify a rumor, they should have come back sooner.

She dresses up and goes out "hunting" in the dunes.
If his information is correct, he should be there this morning, abusing his students.

#82 [fr] 

Léa is at Pyr's bath. She's sulking and moaning to herself.

_"...You bugger!

...Incredibly, the old dwarf whistled and the proud Nindën matis came running, her eyes wet with tears...

...we're really going to have to talk to each other.
I'm not going to spend my life waiting for him.

She'll have to choose!..."

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#83 [fr] 

Canillia slowly closed the last report, her fingers clenching the leather cover.

Words blurred before his tired eyes.
Always the same problems, the same tensions that plagued the region.
The Marauders were extending their influence, and Akila, at the head of the Hidden Spring camp, was consolidating his power with relentless brutality.
Failed attempts, ill-timed blows.
Chaos seemed to reign, slipping like sand through Canillia's fingers.

She had hoped for a sign, a breakthrough, however small.
But the reports left no room for optimism.

As if that wasn't enough, Léa had left.

An absurd argument, triggered by an unimportant spark.
A misplaced word, perhaps, or that tense silence she knew so well how to maintain when she was at her wits' end.
Léa had raised her voice, thrown her hands in the air with that familiar exasperation.
Then she was gone, her boots pounding the house floor like a knell.

- I'm going back home to Pyr. I'll be waiting for you...
But not forever," she said in a cold voice.


Altarae, posted a few yards away, had seen everything.

All heard.


The old hominin, with her hunched back but piercing gaze, crossed her arms over her wrinkled chest.
His face, weathered by years in the dust and shadows, showed an almost comical expression of disapproval.

She strode towards Canillia.

- Oh dear!
Are you out of your mind?
Léa, she's not just a figurehead you put in a corner when it suits you!

- Altarae, not now... sighed Canillia, exhausted.

- Well, S'rae hasn't got the time?
I'm not going to teach you that you can't become a boss by snapping your fingers, am I?
But if you think that work replaces everything, you'll end up alone like an old sock with a hole in it!

Canillia raised her head, surprised by the harshness of his tone.

- I'm talking about life, kid!

Altarae added, hammering out each word with her hooked index finger.

The real one, not the one in your bloody rubber reports!
You've got to get your head in the game before everything that matters gets away from you!

Silence fell for a moment. Canillia lowered her eyes, biting her lower lip.

- She said she'd wait for me... but not forever," she murmured.

- Well, what are you waiting for to join him, then?
A kick in the derriere? Grumbled Altarae with a smirk.

Canillia smiled in spite of herself.
Altarae had a gift for reducing life's complexities to a brutal but salutary truth.

- Maybe you're just a smart businesswoman," concludes the old hominid as she walks away,
But when it comes to love, baby, you've got a lot to learn..."

#84 [fr] 

Pyr was sweltering under the merciless sun, and the heat made the air in the working-class district of Route du Sud vibrate.
The shouts of merchants, mingled with the yellow dust kicked up by passers-by, and the smells of spices, tanned leather and sweat filled the atmosphere.
Canillia split the crowd, taut as a rope ready to snap.

Eventually, she spotted it, leaning nonchalantly against a shady wall, a few steps from a small dried-fruit stall.
Lea stood there, arms crossed, an indecipherable expression on her face.
She wore her light Zoraï tunic tied at the waist, leaving her shoulders bare.

His gaze shifted to the Matis without any particular sparkle.

Canillia slowed down, her heart pounding in her chest.

- Hi," she breathed hoarsely.

- Hi," replied Lea, dryly.

A heavy silence settled in. The crowd continued to mill around them, indifferent.

- I've come all the way here to apologize," Canillia tried, feeling insecure.

Léa raised an eyebrow.

- Ah? So you found a niche between two reports?

Canillia felt the blow, but remained calm.

- I screwed up... I know I left you out.

- Put aside?" repeated Léa, inclining her head.
Are you serious right now?


I wasn't "sideways", Canillia, I wasn't even in your field of vision anymore.

She straightened up, leaving the wall to face Canillia, her eyes burning with restrained anger.

- No matter how gifted you are, didn't you see I was burning up?
Didn't you feel that you were losing what we had?

Canillia lowered her eyes, the weight of guilt crushing her.

- I want to fix it," she murmured.

- Repair? Léa laughed bitterly. You fix a broken piece of furniture, not a story that's falling apart.

Canillia felt a wave of despair wash over her.

- Tell me what to do... Please, Lea.

Léa stared at her for a long moment, her expression oscillating between hardness and tenderness.

- What you have to do? Choose.
Between me and your damn secrets.

Because I don't want to be a shadow in your life, an option when you've got nothing else to do.

Canillia felt her legs buckle under the pressure.

- I love you," she breathed, tears welling up in her eyes.

- Then prove it," Lea said softly, but with implacable firmness.

The dam gave way.
Canillia burst into tears, her shoulders shaking with pain too long contained.

Léa looked at her for a moment, then her expression softened.
She took a step towards her, then another, and finally drew her into her arms.

- Come here," she murmured.

Canillia let herself go against Lea, her tears wetting the light tunic.

- You're a real head-turner, you know?" Léa breathed, gently stroking his hair.

Canillia lifted a face still ravaged by emotion, desperately seeking an ounce of forgiveness.
Léa finally smiled at him, that warm smile that had always been her light.

- But you're my head," she added, before kissing him gently.

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of this suspended moment.

#85 [fr] 

Yrkanis' office was bathed in soft light filtered through the heavy, dark-green linen curtains.
Outside, the familiar sounds of the city rustled, but here, everything seemed suspended, frozen in an almost palpable tension.

Canillia was sitting in front of her writing desk,
a single sheet of immaculate vellum laid before her, its header marked with the Tree of the Alkiane Order.
The quill, which she held firmly between her fingers, remained motionless, as if paralyzed by the weight of the words she couldn't write.

She closed her eyes for a moment, searching for a breath of inspiration that didn't come.

Memories swirled in her mind:
the years spent serving the Order, the missions carried out with determination, the sacrifices made without ever questioning them.
Every line of ink she drew would be a clean cut through this part of herself.

The first word finally landed on the parchment, hesitantly:

*To the Council of the very Filira Order Alkiane...*


But she stopped dead in her tracks.
It sounded too cold, too administrative, like a simple bureaucratic missive.

It wasn't what she wanted.


She let out a hoarse sigh and crumpled the paper furiously. The thud echoed through the room.

- It's not that complicated," she murmured to herself, her jaws clenching.

Yes, it was.
Because in writing this letter, she accepted that this life dedicated to the Order was coming to an end.
She was turning her back on a part of herself that had made her a loyal Alkiën, an anonymous pillar of the Kingdom.

His trembling fingers grasped a new sheet of paper.
This time, she forced the quill to glide across the vellum without stopping.

*To the Board


She paused again. The silence was heavy.

His thoughts returned to Léa, to that final argument.
To this crying need to live, at last, for something other than secrets and missions.

She glanced out the window.
The branches of the Matis dwellings waved gently in the breeze.
Nature continued its course, indifferent to his torments.

Canillia felt a dull pain knot her throat.
"Duty is no longer enough," she thought with resigned bitterness.

A shiver ran down his spine, but with it came a strange sense of calm.
Perhaps this letter, this resignation, was not a weakness, but a form of courage.

The pen then traced the words with greater determination.

*I am resigning from the Filira Ordre Alkiane.


Writing it made her dizzy.

But she went on, because she had to see it through.

When the last line was completed, Canillia let go of the pen, breathless.
A strange mixture of pain and relief came over him.

She had finally found the words, and with them the strength to say goodbye.

She sealed the letter with a firm gesture, affixing the red seal that would bring her departure before the eyes of the Council.

Canillia stood up, holding the envelope like a weight that was both heavy and liberating.
She walked to the door, where her faithful Lyssan was waiting.

- Take this straight to the Council," she said in a voice firmer than she felt.

The homin bowed and left at a brisk pace.

Canillia remained motionless for a moment, her gaze lost.
Her heart still bled from renunciation, but something inside her had begun to heal.

The road ahead was still uncertain.
But for the first time in a long time, Canillia felt as if she were walking towards a life that would finally belong to her.

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#86 [fr] 

Canillia walks through the palace's endless corridors, her footsteps echoing faintly against the living walls.
The air is heavy, laden with the heady scent of Matis flowers. Yet an icy chill bites at her skin.
Around her, shadows dance, twisting into grotesque shapes that seem to follow her with their eyes.

It turns at an angle.
Suddenly, Léa's silhouette appears.
Her fiery hair shines in the unreal light, but her eyes are filled with sadness.
Canillia wants to get closer, but the ground gives way beneath her feet, and she falls into an endless void.

Léa's voice echoes around her, soft and distant:

"Why have you forsaken me?"


The floor suddenly appears.
Canillia finds herself in the middle of the Dyron dunes, swept by a scorching wind.
War cries echo in the distance, indistinct silhouettes fight in a cloud of sawdust.
She runs towards them, her heart beating wildly, but the further she goes, the further away they get.

She sees it:
Lea, alone in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by armed Fyros.
Their faces are distorted with hatred, their eyes blazing with anger.
Canillia screams, her voice breaking in the wind.
She wants to throw herself between them, but her legs are anchored to the ground.

Lea slowly turns his gaze towards her, his eyes cold, foreign.

"You're just a Matis..."


She murmured before disappearing in a swirl of sawdust.

Canillia wakes up with a start, her heart pounding and her breath short.
The shelter is pitch-dark, lit only by the faint glow of dying embers.
She turns her head and sees Lea, peacefully asleep, her face relaxed, almost childlike.

A shiver runs through the old Alkiën.
The dream sticks to him, more real than ever.
She brought a trembling hand to her face, wiping away a tear she hadn't felt fall.
Léa murmured something in her sleep,
she moves slightly, but doesn't wake up.

Canillia gazes at her for a long time, her heart heavy.
She lies down again, staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open.
She doesn't dare close her eyes for fear of falling back into the nightmare.

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#87 [fr] 

In the hushed intimacy of the Yrkanis mansion, Canillia sat at her secretary's desk, ready to write the report for the Karan.
The subdued light from the carved amber lamps diffused a warm glow, while the Zigs, mischievous companions, chased each other merrily around the room.

Lea Cuini, his partner, was not one to respect social conventions, especially in the presence of Canillia.
Their relationship had gone through some turbulence, not least because of Canillia's commitments to the Alkiane Order.
However, they were now striving to rebuild their bond, emphasizing their love for each other.

Lea approached Canillia, placing her hands gently on her beloved's shoulders.

- Are you still working, Cani?

Canillia looked up, a tired smile on her lips.

- This report won't write itself, my dear.

Lea leaned over to place a kiss on Canillia's cheek, deliberately ignoring any formalities that might have been required.

- Take a break, if only for a moment.

Canillia sighed, grateful for Lea's attention.

- Okay, but just for a moment.

They sat together on the living-room cushions, watching the Zigs play around them.
The comfortable silence that settled between them testified to their new-found complicity.

After a few moments, Canillia stood up, determined to finish her work.

- I've got to get back to it.

Léa nodded, understanding.

- I'll be here when you've finished...

With a final smile, Canillia returned to her secretary, her heart lighter thanks to Lea's loving presence.

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#88 [fr] 

The "Écume d'Atys" tavern was a discreet refuge nestled in the heart of the Matis Kingdom, prized by those seeking to escape prying eyes.
The dark wooden walls, with their patina of age, were adorned with travel souvenirs and odds and ends, witnesses to the countless stories exchanged here.
The subdued lights of the lanterns diffused a hushed atmosphere, conducive to confidential conversations.
Customers, seated on worn velvet banquettes or around solid salina tables, murmured in low voices, creating a soothing hubbub.

Canillia sat down at a table in a secluded dressing room.
She ordered a dandelion wine and waited patiently.
Shortly afterwards, Lyssan made his appearance.
Tall and slender, he moved with natural ease, his piercing eyes scanning the room before joining Canillia.
He sat down opposite her and carelessly placed a rolled-up parchment on the table.

- Good evening, Cani, Lyssan murmured, inclining his head slightly.

- Lyssan, she replied, shaking her head. Do you have any news for me?

Lyssan glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned forward slightly.

- I have a lead on Aelyne's contract, he said in a low voice.
Ser Ciochini Cuisi, secretary at Ore Altae, is a compulsive gambler.
He owes my uncle a considerable sum.

Canillia raised an eyebrow, interested.

- Considerable how?

- Enough to make him desperate," replied Lyssan with a smirk.

Canillia raised her wine glass to her lips, pondering this new information.

- Do you think your uncle would be willing to assign this debt to me?

Lyssan shrugged.

- It all depends on what you're willing to offer in return.
But I'm sure we can work something out.

Canillia nodded, a slight smile on her lips.

- All right, then. Arrange a meeting.
The sooner we act, the better.

Lyssan nodded and stood up.

- I'll take care of it.I'll keep you posted.

He left the tavern as discreetly as he had come, leaving Canillia alone with her thoughts.
She finished her dandelion wine, her gaze lost in the flickering flames of the fireplace, already working out the rest of her plan.

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