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An Erian I meet on the way kindly leads me there. Ferdinand is making a list of possible recipes, from the vegetables that we have more or less identified as similar, if not in color or shape, at least in taste, to things we know. So, I interrupt them.
“Hi Ferdinand, how is it going? Not too disappointed with your assignment?”
“Hi Sarah. No, not at all, I'm relieved that they found me useful. We are all, them, lessened by our absence of wings. For me, it will be easy here in fact.“
“It is David and Marc who will have more difficulty, I think, to find their place in these people of fighters.”
“If you were looking for Rajj, he's out right now.”
“I was actually looking for a little bit of food. If you have a couple of hard-boiled eggs and some fruit. I'm not sure actually. And I'm going to get some more water, my flask is empty.”
Ferdinand provides me with a small wooden bowl with the supplies I asked him for and I leave in the direction of my Tigger. Not without difficulty and some detours, I find the exit where I know I can find him.
He did not move and even fell asleep. He raises his head when I approach and growls softly.
“Easy my Tigger, look what I brought you.”
I gently sit down next to him and present him with the bowl, with the flaked hard-boiled eggs. He seems to like it, because he eats the four eggs I present to him. He disdains the fruit I brought him. I eat them for him and leave him the small bowl that I fill with water. I continue to speak to him gently and give him many caresses. He falls asleep again by purring. What an adorable little babakotia.
I leave him and turn back towards the entrance of the Complex. Instead of entering, I continue my walk further on the plateau and soon find myself in the training area.
I see David and Marc doing a Taekwondo demonstration. They are quite good in their specialties. Nixx intervenes and signals a young Erian to fight Marc. Apparently, it is a ground fight, because the young Erian does not use his wings to fly. He uses them instead to blow Marc with, in addition to his fists. He is taller than Marc. On the other hand, Marc is faster and manages to knock him down. The wingspan also makes it difficult for this young Erian to get out of Marc's grip easily.
As I continued to approach the training area, Nixx spotted me and in two quick wingbeats, lands in front of me.
‘’But what are you doing here alone? Where is Holly?’’
“Holly had a medical emergency with a patient who was afraid of me. I stepped out for a few moments to give them some privacy. I'd pick up with her after that. How are things going with my friends?”
“It's going very well. They have a good command of their art and I think we'll be able to get some interesting things out of our collaboration.”
“I am relieved. Can I watch your training for a while?” I ask.
“Yes, I was going to confront your friends. Stay, put yourself there, a little apart,” he says by pointing to a kind of bench cut in the rock at half height.
I settle down and admire my black angel parrying the simultaneous attacks of Marc and David. He also uses his wings, like another pair of arms, without ever using them to gain height for example.
His torso glistens with perspiration and his bandaged muscles alternately contract and relax. Marc and David manage to touch him sometimes, with unknown movements, but overall, Nixx leads this fight with a master hand. Suddenly, his eyes meet mine, distraught with admiration and desire.
This brief exchange destabilizes him and he lets David reach him with a violent kick on his shoulder. Nixx staggers for a brief moment and raises his hand to signify that the fight is over.
Without a word, he plants them there and flies toward me. He grabs me without even landing and his grapefruit smell immediately surrounds me.
Ah well, that's nice, girl, look what you did! You made a mess of his training and in front of all his men. Mmmm, but it smells so good.
A few moments later, he puts us on the porch of his house, pushes me inside and hardly takes the time to arrange the screen. He tackles me without delay his powerful body against the nearest wall, his mouth devouring mine. Of a skillful hand, he withdraws my tunic and of the other his loincloth. Then we take again this dance unceasingly renewed. His smell and all the sensations that he gets overwhelm me. When his mouth leaves my lips to land on his mark and I feel his bite, I sink definitively.
Later, lying on our bed, I lazily caress his shoulders. A soft purr rises from his chest. I giggle.
“What are you laughing about, he asks me amused?”
“That's you, you make like a little purr.”
“Really, I do that?“
He is surprised, he didn't realize it. I laugh again.
“Yes, I assure you, you make a very light purring sound, like Tigger when I pet him.”
