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“In any case, be assured of ours,” he adds, addressing me directly
The very beautiful Erian with the ornament of a deep bronze looks at me with affection. Zull at his side, intervenes:
“Absolutely, we will never forget what you did for my little Loony.”
Luckily, we are interrupted by a young woman who comes to bring them a large tray of fruit and puts an end to this series of praises that make me uncomfortable.
“Tell me,” asks Azarr, "is it true what they say about you?”
Ah, obviously not, he hasn't finished. Without answering, I look at him, questioning.
“I’ve heard you've been in the kitchens of the Western Bastion, much to the delight of the inhabitants. I haven't forgotten your interest in my own kitchens.”
“You've heard of pizza and quiche all the way to the Southlands?” laughs Nixx.
“That's right, and my curiosity is peaked about it. By any chance, have you prepared some here so we can finally taste it?” he asks me.
“Sorry, no. I haven't been poking my nose into the kitchens here at all.”
“But please, come by the West Bastion whenever you want,” Nixx invites him. “You can see for yourself.”
“You can count on our next visit in that case.”
As Zull and Azarr finish their last meal and the tent is now almost empty, Azarr questions us again.
“A very strange rumor is also circulating.”
“Which one in particular?”
“It’s reported that Sarah would have tamed an oncifelis . . . I know, it seems incredible and the craziest rumors run about her. But the one about taming a ferocious beast is not the most credible.”
I feel myself blushing again and spontaneously take the defense of my beloved fawn.
“Tigger is not a bad guy. He was a baby abandoned by his parents. And he was hurt. Tigger would never hurt me, I concluded.”
Azarr stares at me with a fascinated look!
“What a captivating creature you found there, Nixx! And you say you found another human and want to keep her at your Bastion too?”
“Eva is not an object to be lent to each other. Eva is my friend and she will go where she wants to go. And for now, she is very well surrounded by her friends at the Western Bastion and does not wish to travel through the territories like an exotic animal.”
I take exception to Azarr's insinuations. Yet, his smirk indicates that he did not mean to offend me, but just to joke around.
“Nevertheless, I reiterate, you can count on our visit soon, to see for yourself how much your little human has upset the well-organized life of your Bastion. On that note, my friends, we wish you a good night and see you tomorrow, for a day that promises to be difficult with the arrival of Nurr.”
We leave each other on these last words and each one joined his bed for the night. In the intimacy of our room, Nixx hugs me tenderly, while I turn around and around, replaying in my head this unexpected birth and my inability to make a father out of him one day.
After a while, he whispers to me:
“What's the matter with you, Kitten? You keep flapping your gums.”
“Nothing in particular.” I answer him in the same tone.
Several minutes later . . .
“Are you sure? You know you can tell me what's bothering you, right?”
He matches his suggestion with a gentle kiss on the forehead. Finally, I say:
