Epilogue
It was good to back on board again. He placed his supplies on a small hover- sled and pushed it towards the galley where he put the supplies in the larder.
In the meantime Talyn's voice was chirping impatiently in his mind. He wanted to know everything. He was excited.
"In a microt, Talyn." Crais derived a bit of pleasure on keeping Talyn in suspense.
After putting all the supplies in their right places, he went to his room, undoing his jacket as he went. He had taken the flacon with the elixir with him.
When he got to his room he draped the jacket over a chair and fell onto the bed. It felt good to be aboard Talyn again. He had missed the gentle movements of the young Leviathan. He had missed the cool temperature and he had missed the excited youngster.
He wanted to fall asleep but knew that he had kept Talyn in the dark for long enough. He lay on his back on his bed and took a long swig from the bottle. "Now, where to begin…" he opened the memories for Talyn to access and tried to keep it exciting instead of a dry report.
He could almost feel the youngster settle down and look at the images.
Talyn had been very excited with the deeds of heroism on the battlefield. Crais had shown him his battle against the Marauder-leader but also the heroic deeds of others around him and Talyn was quite thrilled with them. Afterwards Talyn asked him many questions and Crais answered them as well as possible but the last arns he had been allowed little rest and his shoulder was hurting him. He drifted off to sleep in mid-sentence.
Talyn wanted to know more but when he felt Crais' pain he was surprised. It was a feeling he had been unfamiliar with but instinctively he knew what to do with it.
He took some of the pain onto himself, thereby easing Crais' and dimmed the lights. His gentle movement let Crais sleep and rest while Talyn stood watch and thought about heroic battles.
THE END
It was good to back on board again. He placed his supplies on a small hover- sled and pushed it towards the galley where he put the supplies in the larder.
In the meantime Talyn's voice was chirping impatiently in his mind. He wanted to know everything. He was excited.
"In a microt, Talyn." Crais derived a bit of pleasure on keeping Talyn in suspense.
After putting all the supplies in their right places, he went to his room, undoing his jacket as he went. He had taken the flacon with the elixir with him.
When he got to his room he draped the jacket over a chair and fell onto the bed. It felt good to be aboard Talyn again. He had missed the gentle movements of the young Leviathan. He had missed the cool temperature and he had missed the excited youngster.
He wanted to fall asleep but knew that he had kept Talyn in the dark for long enough. He lay on his back on his bed and took a long swig from the bottle. "Now, where to begin…" he opened the memories for Talyn to access and tried to keep it exciting instead of a dry report.
He could almost feel the youngster settle down and look at the images.
Talyn had been very excited with the deeds of heroism on the battlefield. Crais had shown him his battle against the Marauder-leader but also the heroic deeds of others around him and Talyn was quite thrilled with them. Afterwards Talyn asked him many questions and Crais answered them as well as possible but the last arns he had been allowed little rest and his shoulder was hurting him. He drifted off to sleep in mid-sentence.
Talyn wanted to know more but when he felt Crais' pain he was surprised. It was a feeling he had been unfamiliar with but instinctively he knew what to do with it.
He took some of the pain onto himself, thereby easing Crais' and dimmed the lights. His gentle movement let Crais sleep and rest while Talyn stood watch and thought about heroic battles.
THE END