Page 34 of Nixx
“What do you mean you talked to Udoo and didn't tell me he was there? And then you told me it would take a full day to get to your land.”
“Udoo was not there physically. We talked to each other mentally!”
“. . . .”
“My people can talk to each other mentally. Not all the time, not with anyone, not anywhere. But I talked to Udoo when he returned to the Western Bastion with my men, your friends, and the box.”
So, this one, you can say that I didn't see it coming! A people of telepaths!
“Explain to me!” I ask him.
“The mental link is established between close people. Between friends, members of the same family, and bosses. This link is only the extension of a psychological or emotional link that already exists. As a leader, I have access in theory to any of my people. With limits, of course. Limits of distance for example. Limits of power too. For example, Loony is too small to have created this link with her parents or her chief Azarr, otherwise, she could have asked for help. My bond with the men who are close to me is strong, reinforced by our friendship. My mental link with Kryll is weaker, only existing because I am his leader.”
“It's fascinating! So, sometimes you don't say anything for hours, but maybe you are talking to your men!”
“In flight, I confirm that we use this link to communicate. The words are lost in the Winds.”
“Can you talk to me like that? Hear what I think?”
“I've already tried to talk to you mentally, but you don't hear me. And no, I can't hear what you're thinking. What a strange idea. Besides, if I could, I wouldn't, it would be wrong.”
He seems annoyed by my suggestion. He's right, it would be inappropriate. Especially if he could hear my thoughts about him. It's a good thing he doesn't hear all the fantasies that run through my head at sometimes unlikely times. I would be ashamed to death.
“So, you were telling me that my friends are fine?” I ask him to start the conversation on a less delicate subject.
“Yes, I confirm it. And you will have the confirmation as soon as we arrive at the West Bastion where they are waiting for us!”
“How do you think you can help us to integrate with your people? What if others are like Kryll?”
“You will all be under the protection of the Western Bastion, under MY protection. There will be no further incident.”
He seems confident, it sounds like a promise. He must be a respected leader, not afraid to be disobeyed. Plus, I've seen him in action, I think. When I saw the ugly man's bloody blade raised above me . . . and it didn't go down; it was Nixx's doing, I'm sure now. It was Nixx who held his arm.
A gagging heart takes me in the memory of this blow of murderous madness that seized this Kryll. Perhaps Nixx felt my uneasiness, he slows down and goes down to land us. Below us, is a high forest, whose leaves look like large water lilies.
He lands on a big round leaf, whose diameter must be not far from two meters and strangely, it does not bend despite our weight together. Funny, this forest of water lilies.
“A problem?” asks Lokk who spotted our stop and turned back to our level.
“We take a break to stretch Sarah's legs and have a drink. You don't have to wait for us. You go ahead, we'll meet you there.”
Lokk turns around and flies away with wings. And I realize that since the beginning, they make me the version of a ''cushy visit''! In the meantime, I take advantage of the break and stretch before sitting down carefully on this giant sheet. Nixx offers me some water from his flask and announces to me:
“Don't move from here, I'll be back in a few minutes.”
It is funny as if I could leave this sheet, several meters above the ground! And to go where? I see trees around me as far as the eye can see. This forest is very high and all the trees around us are of the same species, with some big white flowers very fragrant.
Nixx comes back quickly and hands me a fruit that he has cut in half. I bite into my half and immediately regret it. Yuck, this fruit smells like vomit!
“Don't you like it?” he asks me when he sees my face.
“Uh, no, sorry. Not this one,” I answer, as if I have to apologize.
“I'm sorry, there is only this fruit here. When we get home, you'll have more choices to eat.”
Then Nixx takes me in his arms for the continuation of the journey.
I could get used to this mode of transportation. In reality, I'll have to get used to it, it looks like.
