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Intro globale...

Moved House

A Zoraï homina calls on Eleanide :

"Hey Eleanide, where are you going with your trunks?

- To the Matis desert

- Ah ! Do you leave us ? So, you don't know what you want... You lived in the forest among the Karas those who saw you grow up, then here in Zora among the Kamis those welcomed you with open arms and now you go to the Hidden Source with the vilains ? What do you want ? What sort of Homina are you ?

- What sort of?... *cogitates* Uh... A hominist, that is sure. And besides, you know, they're not so bad, they're homins.

- So long, then. *the Zoraï homina turns heels and back home*

- Goodbye, I was fine here, trust me. Thank you for everything."

Eleanide left on the back of Kalista 2, her old mount, followed by her toubs carrying her heavy trunks.

When she reached the desert, she went to her hall to load a few more trunks. There, a guard called on her.

"Hey, you seamstress! Where are you going ?

- To the forest.

- Why? Don't like sun no more?

- Yes, I do. But a homin is waiting for me.'

- Bah, have a good trip so""

Eleanide resumed her away, without looking behind.

Moved House continued

When in front of the camp, Eleanide hesitated to pass the entrance. She saw Bipbip rush into the saddlebag she then pressed against her while muttering "Esperanza" and entered the camp. A guard called on her:

"Say, seamstress, what you doing?

– Um, I want to come in.

– I have trouble understanding: you lived in the forest, among the karas, you lived in the jungle, among the kamis and now you would like to live in Hidden Source among us, the marauds? What are you?

– I *lightly coughing* am a hominist.

– Ah? *the homin surprised* Explain to me.

– It's a long story that begins with my Fyros mother…

– Oh! *amazed*

– … And an unknown father. Once my 20 years have come, my mother left me on the Matis island. She made me drink a vial and said "White as you are, this will make it easier for you to be accepted here." I saw her disappear through the Roots, certainly in search of my father... On the island, I did my apprenticeship. I discovered drilling, hunting with Ephemede, magic with Glorfindel and mutual help thanks to the beautiful Sithi, always on the lookout for youngers to rez. Seeing her behaviour, I was thinking: Later, I will act as she does, I will help my neighbor. That's how I became a hominist thanks to a whitehorn."

Alone?

A few days followed, while I felt myself watched every time I went to the camp. When a guard questioned me:

"Hey! You claim to be hominist but I always see you alone. Explain.

– Bah when I left the island, I wanted to follow my companions. Alas, they had already left Yrkanis. I was visiting the city alone when, at the turn of a road, I heard:

"Eleanide?

– Yes ?

– I was told about you.

– Ah?"

– You marry me if I give you a mount?"

– Raah, you nuts... Pfffff. "

I turned heels thinking that the homin was mad, I knew later that his name was Kaanor and that the girls have been on it *laughs at remembrance*. At the foot of a tree, I saw a Matis mistreating a Tryker. I thought then that these whitehorns were weird. I reached the tree of my half-brother and showed my pass. The guard said "Welcome to Animi Limina." From there Dantes the Tryker watched over me during my hunts, Ravenak, a Fyros with tender heart, cut clothes for me. Poor guy! I only accepted purple to wear, as did the beautiful Sithi of the island. Moonblades showed me how to avoid and watch the mobs. Ah ... And the girls, these imps Tregian and Damaa, taught me hunting the blue, sometimes yellow, dot. At that time I was drilling at Towerbridge. I there met Zoreille, who introduced me to coffee, and Ulheeya taught me to forage well. One day when I left Yrkanis, I found myself squashed under a mob. Moon picked me up and shouted, "Speed to the hall and don't move!"and I heard her yelling "Kitin guard, kitin in sight I didn't look behind. When I reached the bottom of the building, the guard reassured me: "You're too little to face them. Don't worry, your folks will take care of them." A month passed. I could walk out again and finally leave these looks full of disdain upon me. I went to the desert with the girls. They guided me visiting Pyr and I succumb to the charm: ahhh the agora, the hammam and the bar *sighs*. Oki, yes, the Fyros were watching me with odd eye, but after some bottles, it was much better. Alas, the next day it was amnesia for them. I was comfortable with the girls, we had much fun. But then the temples have been built, damn temples! Many left, and I found myself alone. Finally not so alone: ​​there was Shen *wistful air* but that's another tale.

– Actually you find yourself alone because the homins leave?

– Yes, something like that.''

Esperanza

The next day, I heard this voice whose I was gradually becoming familiar with: "Say, when you showed up here, you whispered something... um... Hope...

– You heard me? Ah ... *sigh* Everything started when I foraged in the Bog licked by Wyac, like other drillers as Thanys, Artemisfollow, Wailfirin...

– What? Thanys, the Matis who created the brothel?

– A courtesan's service *I answered with a smile*

– ... while others hunted nearby like the Amazons, Jody, Lahora, Elizoma often in the company of Millenium, Djiper... I chatted a lot of hominity with them. A meeting of neutrals was then organized. From that we gained a spirit of self-confidence and we created the motto "Esperanza", cause we had hope in hominity. There followed noises coming from the Lakes, where I attend one evening, by chance, a meeting where the name of Elias appeared. I did not feel comfortable. Nevertheless, I went to the next meeting which took place in the famous cave which I strived a cycle to find, swimming in circles, skin wrinkled thoroughly.

– What about Elias? What was he saying?

– Ah yes! The meeting... Well, my discomfort was confirmed when I heard that he was against the KK and that you have to camouflage yourself among them in order to balance the forces. Me? Hiding myself? Tackling my friends? No way... Yet I stayed inside Animi which became Kara. And after a few weeks had passed I did likewise to stay beside the Animi's and my lover Shen, a homin torn between his heart and his dark Matis side, member of the Deep Circle led by Shaarm. He protected me during the hunt for trytonists and spies and his house treated me as one of their own.

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.

The seamstress

"Tell me, you seamstress... I got a hole in my waistcoat, could you mend it?

-Err... *looks at the old rag he is wearing, takes out her tape and takes the measurements*... Wiser to stitch you a new one."

– True, you gonna do that?

– Wall yes, why not? I have what's needed on toubs."

I began to sew, I felt that he was watching me.

"Don't worry, I won't leave needles *hihi* I save that for the whitehorn.

– Ah? By the way, how did you become a seamstress?

– Well, then, after the temples, there came big changings. Many took the road to the Roots. Many crafters left. At that time, I was helping the younger ones. As I could not find their equipment, I had to start making it. So I started crafting. I worked a bit on everything but, very soon, I have been seized by the passion for sewing. Find the fiber that will give elasticity or resistance, find out how to make pretty color outfits... I spent days and nights at my searches, my great friend Taraforest supporting me at best, a real coach *Hihi*.

– Taraforest the Matis wearing a Tryker's hat?

– Yes, this is she I speak about. Then I was supported by the li'l Abyssandra and her guynouille.

– The li'l LF unable to count?

– Yep. She too became a member of cercle, a tailoress of heavy armors. Then I was supported by Kiwalie.*smiled* That's how I had to forage everywhere to equip everyone, whatever the homin. I opened my shop and offered my needles to everyone, as I still do nowadays. And now your waistcoat is finished!

– Thank you *donning his new vest and noticing how less itchy it was* Err... May I ask you for new pants too?

– Yes *she said, smiling* you may."

Foraging

"Hey the seamstress! You really forage everywhere?

– Um, yes. I've already told you, it allows me to craft all kind of armour. Besides, you did not tell me what you wanted...

– The same I am wearing. As a guard, I am not allowed to wear what I want.

– Pfff... Pity!.

– But that's slow, foraging. Don't you get bored?

– Well, I was a forager. When I arrived from the Matis island, as I told you before, I often found myself alone. So I was going to forage. I was chatting with the other foragers. Once my apprenticeship was over, I focused on finding excellent materials in the forest. I spent a year observing without sometimes understanding *lowers her head*. Peeved, I went down to Prime to see if I would understand better. Thanks to foraging there, I helped Shen to learn how to make the heavies.

– Why? You didn't use your materials?

– Bah nope. At that time I resold or gave all my harvests. I was not a crafter. There were many gifted crafters at that time.

– He's been lucky.

– Roh yes, and he was not the only one. I helped Alchimi for his weapons, Req a little for a crafting I don't remember. In exchange for small materials, she supplied me in medium armor of high finish. Ah it was bartering time, negotiations, my 3rd specialty.

– What the others?

– So let's see... The 1st, for sure, is chatting, that's how foraging goes *Hihi* The 2nd, let's say, is sewing because I'm still asked a lot for li'l violet or sexy outfits. The 3rd is bartering, to find what misses me or the friends, the 4th foraging. Although I don't forage anymore I remain a forager: pick a day, pick always... And the 5th, curative magic.

– Uh, only that?

– Hu-ho no! I'm a jack of all trades.

– A what?

– I practice a bit of everything then see if I like it or not. Come on, I pop to tailor your outfit."

Auntie

Elea knew this voice, which called out to her:

– Hey! The seamstress, why are you called auntie?

– Oh that... *smiles* Well, you remember I told you about Sithi, the beautiful Matis homina dressed in purple who was stuck on the Matis island. I said I wanted to help my neighbor like her. Well, I did.

– What? You returned on the island?

– But no, nigaud! *smiles* We could not. When encountering li'l ones just starting on the continent, I gave them pennies, some equipment and I helped them a bit, either by teaching him foraging or by bringing them where they had not yet been. Alas, after the temples many artisans gone. It was then that I began my apprenticeship in crafts to equip myself the li'l ones. I took the opportunity to initiate them into fashion.

– The fashion victims?

– *rit* You know, some have been famous for their tastes: Carishina presented herself at a parade of Miss d'Atys with a beautiful outfit of her creation, a mixture of green and red. From what I remember, it was red Li'Shaï-Don vest with a green Modi Vestini gown and red Li'Nin-ka sleeves. She had even given him a name: "Burning Spring". Ah, I'm sorry that my lucios have burnt. *laughs all of a sudden* Ah and there was Nilstilar also with his famous pajamas appeared in the Gazette du Désert #6. He was proud of his creation.

Others were gifted, others less. But I remember each one of them. Some of them are still on the Bark, as this li'l one who came out some day with

"Say, I did not have a mom, but you, you're just like. Can I call you auntie?" What to answer apart from "Yes" to that little one I had taken under my wing because I had known the big brother.

– That's how you became Atys auntie.

– Uh, not the whole Atys *smiles* but my protégés. Some have become karas, other kamis and even other marauders. But they are all, in my eyes, my protégés, the homins."

The diary

When Elea was passing fore the guard, she had got into the habit of stopping and chatting with him. But for a few days she had not seen him. Until the day when *toc toc*...

"Yes?

– I am your building caretaker, you have some visit: a young guard.

– Ah?" Wait, I am coming down.

– Hey the seamstress!

– Oh it's you. *smiles*

– So, I spoke to the sage of the camp.

– Ah, there's one?

– Um... Yes, and he told me to bring you to him.

– Ah? Such a mystery..."

• They went to a shack not far away. Well, it must be said that the camp is not very large. Elea entered and saluted an old homin who seems not so unknown to her.*

"Hello, the pickaxe. As you are hanging on your legs around here, you may as well be useful at something. Rather than break the guards' concentration with your stories, you're going to enliven vigils for young recruits.

– Bah, I'm not a storyteller nor a trainer. Won't be objective. I see Atys through my eyes.

– Yes, yes, that's what we want: a look neither kara nor kami but ancient. Um... But do not convert them to hominism, yeah! They are there to learn how to fight, including with words.

– Um, but what will I, me, tell these, your little ones?

– You do not have a diary like all hominas?

– Yes, but, um ... I relate there my strolls, my discoveries, my thoughts, my loves.*blushes*

– Yes, yes. Well you'll sort it out, just tell them not... you know what.

– I'll think about it.

– But it's a no-brainer! You won't enjoy the place without investing yourself. Come on, go to work. You begin next week."

First vigil

Elea did not know how to take up the first vigil. But with a resolute step, she made her way to the fire in the back of the camp. She immediately recognized the voice of the guard which had become so familiar to her.

"Hey! The seamstress, come and sit here and tell us one of your stories."

And then, it all began. She no longer had to mull over. You had to get going.

"Hello, I am Eleanide.

– Blah blah, don't worry, all of them know you. They see you come and go in the camp and beware your pickaxe.

– OK! So, what you want to know?"

Elea kept her diary, of which she had reread some pages the day before.

"In the beginning, when you arrived, how was it going without Chiang?

– Whoa! Not yersterday's stuff."

– Which year was it?"

– Uh... Let's see *opens her diary, reads the date* in Germinally 2526. My mother left me on the Matis island thinking that I would better integrate considering the whiteness of my skin. During this first winter on Atys, I walked the Bark with great curiosity and discovered a territory where I was free.

I met Glorfindel and Ephemede, two young refugees with whom I was hunting.

"A Matis and a Fyros girl?"

– Fail! At that time on this island, Matis only were accepted at the reception, the other races were relegated on other islands with their races. Even guards and merchants were all Matis. And so we had access only to Matis craft.

– Oh? No thong-kirt? Nor shorts?

– Hu! Nay, only nun's gowns... sober, I mean. And Chiang was not there to tell us that it existed, nor to guide us, to help. Luckily, there was the beautiful Sithi in her violet outfit and some older, older refugees to watch over us newbs as we were then. I stayed on the island to discover foraging that I did not know at all. From where I came from a child could not access it. I discovered new techniques of magic and combat too. I watched the merchant's pretty outfits while Ephesus, more pragmatic, watched for the most effective weapons. *Hihi* One day she bought a pistol that was of no use to her, as no merchant and none on the island could craft ammunition.

– Oh! No launchers?

– Whoa, nay! Only old-school, as liked by Glorfindel: blows of sword and magic. One day Glorfindel and then Ephemede, more seasoned than I, set out for the continent leaving me alone to my apprenticeship. I then concentrated on the thorough discovery of the territory.

– Yeah... You farted around, that's it! Were you afraid to follow them?

– Pfff... I did not feel ready to join a bigger land and I was hoping my mother would come back. Then, on spring, I was called out "Are you Eleanide?" I answered "Yes." And the guard gave me a fold that I opened with haste, hoping it was from my mother, but I did not recognize the writing.

"Eleanide, bring your bottom to the mainland, stop daydreaming. It is not on the island that you will learn much. Join me in Yrkanis tomorrow, I'm waiting for you! " . And it was signed "Moonblades, your brother". Ah, here is the half-brother my mother had spoken me of and whom I had to join. I obeyed, and the next day, bundle on my back, I set out for the mainland. And that's how I got here. That will be all for tonight, a long day awaits us tomorrow. Night all."

Elea stood up leaving them to their barrels and chatting. On her way, she heard "night", "bankun".

Arrival in Yrkanis

Elea arrived near the fire where young people were already waiting for her.

"Hey, the seamstress, how was your brother?

– My half-brother? Well he was red-headed, Matis and he loved the desert. Well, yes, it's in the genes.*smiles*Uh, for throwing pickaxes ... *hihi* Nay, he hated foraging, so yes maybe he was throwing picks to get rid of them. Here we are? Everyone is installed?*passing the basket of cookies* So, let's resume my arrival in Yrkanis.

– Why did you get to Yrkanis and not Zora?"

– Ah, at that time, we were left with no choice: the Fyros came from their island by the desert, the matis by the forest, and so on.

– What?

– Well, yes, the guards on the island were stricter than they are now. When I arrived in town, I hoped to find Moonblades or my friends of the island. But no one I knew. I was looking for my brother's apartment, the address of which he had written on the letter addressed to the caretaker. Arrived at the bottom of her tree, his caretaker said to me:

"Sorry, young homina, your brother is not here. He left this for you." He handed me a purse and a fold which I hastened to read. "Eleanide, I went on a hunt with Damaa, my homina."

– Hu what? He did not welcome you?

– Hey, that's my half-brother! Not my mother. I go on: [colorbba=#fcf]"You should meet Tregian and Dante in town, I leave you a dapper purse for your expenses. See you tonight. Moonblades"[/color] Then I thanked the caretaker and visited the town. Suddenly a blond appeared in front of me.

"Are you Eleanide?" I thought it was Tregian or Dante, I answered yes and suddenly he proposed to marry me and give me a mount, saying the mount was beautiful and brave. Young I was... I ran as fast as I could, thinking he was a madman. I learned later that Tregian and Damaa, to get rid of this young Matis named Kaanor, had send him on my way telling him I was worth marrying.

– Roh... the smart ones!

– Running straight in front of me I bump in the stall of the tattooists and hairdressers. The hairdresser seeing me all ruffled, gently did my hair and offered me a hat.

– Oh, a hat? Are you talking about the Tryker hat?

– Yes, at that time, we could have everything." I chose the macaroons with pretty violet ribbons that were cheaper. I continued my visit. I discovered the palace, the officials, I noted everything on a plan to get my bearings. In the evening I returned to the entrance of the town. I found a redhead who presented himself as my brother, and a pretty Matis homina with green hair, Damaa, a great Matis homina with an axe, Tregian and a grumpy Tryker, Dante . We spend the evening at the bar, where I related my meeting with the blond. All of them laughed. We all dozed off on the bar. And we stop there for tonight. Night all.

– Banrund the seamstress."

Animi Limina

"Come on, let's set up around the fire, I brought cookies.

– And me some beer.

– Uh yes ... Bah gently, eh! We are there for your learning. So where were we?

– You met your brother and his friends.

– Ah yes. Dante, the Tryker, watched over me while I was training with the sword. The girls, meanwhile, made me visit the region in search of the small yellow dots.

'– Small yellow dots?

– Yes.*Elea laughed*We listened to know where we were needed. As soon as we heard screaming "Oucchhh!" or "I'm going to massacre you!" , we would go to heal the homin alone, often wounded. The more cute he was, the more points we got.

– What! You were grading?

– Uh yes, the homin had a grade between 1 and 10.

– Rhoo, you imps.

– That's how I learned to heal.*coughs*

– And your brother?

– Moon, he was behind me every moment, he taught me how to heal while staying safe, observing the mobs' rounds and sometimes rushing into the pile with my shield. We were a fine team. At fall Animi Limina was created "The Gates of Mind". Moon left the Ombres Atysiennes (Atysian Shadows) and his desert, Damaa and Tregian left Aegura.

– Who was the chief?

– There were none, we were all adults, all agreeing to be together, to help and to progress. Moon was with Damaa. They were cute, sometimes they bickered about who would do the dishes. They often ended up in Thesos under the waterfall to do the dishes together. *blushes* Tregian was with Dante. They preferred to take refuge in the Lakes, to discover the islands.

– Yeah... not only the islands that they discovered.*a guard laughs*

– They were preparing for their wedding, yes. As for me, I visited the forest, foraged at Towerbridge. The guild grew bigger with the arrival of friends: Ravenak, our darling, a nice fyros of the Ombres Atysiennes, who always signed his letters with "Kind regards" and who, poor man, tailored all my purple light armors, a homage to Sithi. Khouffou, chief of the Aeguras, a great friend of Moon, joined us too; he was a crazy Matis, when he saw a herd of mobs, he would jump on it and shout "Banzaiiii" , hence his nickname: the mad puller. From there, other Aeguras joined us: Xoian, Atom ... It was the time of the big powerful guilds in the forest, as everywhere. I was comfortable in Animi, far from the "12 Houses".

– What was that?

– The 12 Houses were 12 powerful ancient guilds that lived in Yrkanis. Haughty, disdainful Matis, sometimes imbued with their person, who didn't care about the little ones not following their ideas, like Animi. But we did not care, we grew up, we had fun, we learned and our melting pot of races disturbed but was recognized a bit at a time, not always for good *hihi*, I confess. Especially after the temples when everyone had to choose. But this is another tale, related to the temples and Elias. For now it's time for me to go dreaming about all those little yellow dots I've known. Night, guard.

– Banrund Elea.

– Banrund the seamstress.

– ....

The alliances

The circle was again formed around the fire and all were quietly chatting. Elea arrived, settled down and yet the question fell.

"Say, seamstress, the 12 Houses still exist?

– Nay, they don't since long ago. Together, they advanced, together they disappeared. They were powerful. Like the assembly of the Lakes with our friends the "Lames d'Aeden" (Blades of Aeden) with grampy Fei and his diapers and Nepherkan the most flattering, womanizing of the trykers I have known but not as perverse as Ulukyn who was watching under the petticoats. Oh, those imps, they were emptying the barrels of beer at FH's bar as fast as the bartender received them.

– What! At that time already the bar of FH was squatted?

– Well, yes *smiles* first-class boasters they were, they had to show the example to the new arrivals and to perpetuate the tradition *thinks of Kaon* In the desert also there was a pool, it was the Fyros Alliance among them extremists like the "Rôdeurs d'Atys" (Prowlers of Atys). Well! Kalbatcha was not an extremist, when one approached him *thinks of a Fyros who treads upon the Bark these days and who resembles him and smiles* . There were also the "Ombres des Kamis" (Shadows of the Kamis)... Ah, and others, more posed, like the "Ombres atysiennes" (Atysian Shadows) whose Moonblades was a part. Besides, it was at that time that I met Req, who crafted me medium armors for many small materials that I could forage. Bah, yeah, I was not quite seasoned. So, I also met Misugi, the second maddest puller of the Animi team.

– Why mad puller?

– Oh! smiles as she remembers the scene . The Animi often went hunting to the bridge at Thesos. Khouffou the go-getter would pull two occyx and Misugi pulled them too. So, they were enchaining. But suddenly the heal did not follow. Sometimes the healer forgot to care for them the time to recharge everyone *hihi*.

– The champions were your friends?" They were Kamis, nay?

– Oh, that's for sure, Meteer, their leader, was training them like kamis *laughs*.I still remember hearing him shouting: "What did you do? Walk around the lake twice with your heavy armor on the back" . At that time, we did not care of the cults but Animi was not always well-judged, as I told you. Thanks to Animi I was free to choose my craftsmen like Req or Caska and their average armors, or Meteer and his heavy armors and before him Molitor, or Misugi for his axes, and Tinigliath and Gemma for their jewelry, but even more so Omira and Mallo for their light armors.

– Old people who do not exist what?

– Yes, elders who have given way to young, like you. Besides, where are you with your crafts? *seeing that some dropped their heads * OK, I won't bother you with that. There was also a Zoraï alliance with the "Compagnons des Kamis" Companions of the Kamis), the "Graines des Kamis" (Seeds of the Kamis) and the "Ordre des Questeurs (Order of Quaestors) but I was not dragging along with these blues, I sometimes saw quaestors including Schetana. They were hunting at the Void and I rather hunted at the Grove of Confusion.

– They were powerful?

– Yes. At that time on the outposts, the battles were tough and the fighters numerous. On the other hand there were only tin cans and mages on the fields.

– Tin cans?

– Yes, it's the nickname for the tanks, the warriors in heavy armor *hihi*. There was no shooter. We had not yet taken too much interest in this tactic. Those were fair, or almost fair *winks* battles, fights of honor, of peoples.

– Roh? No low blow? No surprise blows? Bah, it was crap, they had to get bored, the cans.

– All I can tell you is that I was already healing with bombs *hihi* and I was not yet used to throw pickaxes *smiles* . But I was watching and I know that there were yet agreements between guilds, dubious a bit sometimes. We'll stop there for tonight. Night all." Elea went to rest, thinking of all the negotiations she had heard when she lived in Yrkanis. In her wake she did not even hear the "banrund" anymore.

The calm before the storm

"Let's go! We settle down and get back. *smiles*

– Where ?

– In the past. So let's see we were... Err... *reads his diary* Ah yes in 2528, before the outposts.

– Bha, you did not say alliances were on OPs?

– Yes, but that was much later, after the construction of the temples in 2530. There we are in 2528, everything was calm, joy and laughter. There were parties here and there. As the first major raffle, organized by a famous villain, Holkan.

– Ah? How villain?

– There was a rumor that he was killing those foraging in Primes Roots. But I confess that I never suffered his wrath. He had sold 20k dappers the ticket. The lots came from different crafters, foragers. On the day of the raffle, in the Agora, each had two dice and the biggest number won the prize. Animi has got many sympathetic lots, especially weapons. In fact, this raffle gave Animi Limina the idea of ​​making an auction of foraged materials. We all began to forage intensively, each in her/his preferred region and each according to her/his level. Moon and Damaa foraged at the Magic Source.

– Magic Source?

– Oh yes, that's true, this source no longer gives as much as before. It is located near Yrkanis, below, where one validates a foraging rite. It was possible to forage excellent Beng of quality 200.

– All year long?

– Yes all year long, whatever the weather. *smiles* Dantes foraged in Lakes and Ravenak in Desert. And me? Well, little forager that I was, I contributed with my forest foraging in the Bog, next to Wyac and its lickings. *laughs* We picked up a lot of materials to help the crafters to improve themselves. Everything was ready for our auction in 2530. Alas, the temples had just been built. We had to go on the OPs. *laughts*I still remember this cloud of homins on the back of mount rushing to the OPs to own them.

– What do you mean? Didn't you have to fight?

– The first time, no. But, thereafter, we had a long period of battles before the balance was reached and the instincts subsided. *laughs more loudly*

– Were the battles so funny for you still laughing?

– No. In fact, I was thinking about another auction that marked my mind.

– Ah?

– Yes, a Kara Matis named Beathnic put himself up for auction. Besides, many Matis hominas appreciated him, like Tregian, an Animi; and I think Beathnic loved to look at her. But it was Nikkou, a pretty Zoraï homina of Harmonie (Harmony), a neutral guild, who won the pot with 9,302 dappers *rit*

– Uh... Most likely the dishes. *smiles*

My encounter of Shen

"Hey, seamstress, we wanted to know, did not you participate in the auction? Beathnic was yet not devoid of charm.

– Me? Nay, I only had eyes for Shenshantag at the time.

– Oh, who is he?

– He was a dark Matis of The Cercle (The Circle).

– How did you know him?

– Oh,*sigh* I met him in Davae's stable. At that time he was married to Eleanin, a beautiful and noble Obsidienne (Obsidian). I met him one day, proud with his crossbow. This is how I discovered range weapons that then were not fashionable. She looked like an Amazon with this weapon, the gorgeous Eleanin. I think that then she already wanted to travel, to see something else, to see other horizons...

– And Shen-whatshisname, how was he?

– When I met him, he was very obscure. He always had a Tryker with him, as Deed was once, whom he used as servant. He drank a lot of shooki liquor and sometimes stayed whole nights in his Yrkanis lab. He used to go out to hunt with his guild, his family, the Cercle des Profondeurs d'Atys (Circle of Atys' Depths).

– Karas?

– Yes.*smiles* Their leader Shaarm was gentle and firm. She was inspiring respect. She was a leader. As Lilithe was when succeeding her. It was better because there were pigheaded ones among them including Bouigyssimo, Kresselack. There were also great crafters like Mearthis and her jewels, and later Abyssandra, always accompanied by her guynouille even when she crafted heavy armors*laughs* and Shen and his amps. At the time of the Temples, their choice was to continue following Jena and especially her technology. They were welded, a genuine family.

– But Shen, if he was so dark, why were you with him?

– Ah, the heart has its reason that reason has not.*smiles* When one is in love, one is sometimes troubled or one accepts the other as he/she is.

– A bit like you and Oshi?

– Yes,*smiles* except that Shen at my touch was opening himself to others, to other ideas. He was trying to understand what I was seeing. He respected my friends even if they were his enemies. Besides, he some day offered flowers to Req.*laughs Bouille was to deliver his flowers to her. What he did, but with great caution.

– Ah?*not understanding her laugh*

– Yes, Bouille had to hold the flowers in heavy gloves so much thorns there were.*they all laugh* One day, Shen said to me: "Hey, I met your friend the Fyros on the OP... You know, the one who always says "Kind regards" by saying goodbye.

– Oh, Ravhoney?

– Yes that's right, Ravenak.

– Hope you didn't hit him too hard.

– Uh... No, no... He was healing Req, so she served me as a target.

– And he bursted laughing. Usually, I was asking Ravhoney or Misugi or Reqsweet to find out if Shen did not hit too hard and they answered me

"Don't worry, he also took." or "Don't worry, li'l Elea, he just tickled me." We all laughed and I left reassured despite the bruises and bandages I was seeing.

– Say, were you so naive?

– No, my friends were nice. I just made sure they were all right and that everything was fair. And then, sometimes, I avenged them.*laughs* I sometimes took Shen in Primes to escort me on my foraging. He hated that. He was bored.

– He was not foraging?

– Oulla! Shen, forage? *laughs* I made him do foraging in Forest to finish his training in amp crafting, and I even helped him finish his apprenticeship in heavy armor crafting with materials I foraged in Primes. All I foraged there was for him. Then he discovered the autolauncher. And that has been the beginning the end. His love for Fangfang took over and I transferred love to Bipbip, which I had just received from Makita, one of my protégés. There I go, it is getting late, the wake was long this time. Sorry. Do not delay to go to rest, there is battle tomorrow.

– banrund, seamstress.

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