"Splendid! Magnificent! Marvelous!" opening a passage through the crowds, an older verozean man with vast purple hair and very kind features approached the artists who had just performed in the center of the square. He was accompanied by a woman and another man equally satisfied with the orchestrated show that day, raising their smiles to the stars who finished the greatest choreography. "I can't conceive of a word that can demonstrate how proud I am of you, my son!"

The newcomer who had just arrived could see Ruzorh with his two students in the center of the circle, and they, in turn, rose happily to receive the greatest figure in that isolated city.

"Grandpa Rozen!" Xarcondra exclaimed when running towards her kinship, soon embracing him with all the affection that a granddaughter could gather. "I thought you weren't watching!"

"But of course I was! Your grandmother and I never missed any of your performances!" incredibly happy to hug Xarcondra, Rozen now guided the little one to his wife beside him. "Go! Give your dear grandmother Lannorh a hug!"

"Grandma!" Xarcondra jumped in the arms of that beautiful young woman with black hair next to the most prestigious High Master, who had a more lovable face than her husband. "I missed you!"

"My beautiful Xarcondra. How charming it is to see you grow up into a beautiful dancer," Lannorh said with elegance, allowing her graceful smiling face to snuggle close to her granddaughter's. "Don't get hurt, alright?"

"Yes! You bet I can take care of myself, grandma!" little Xarcondra opened her smile to Lannorh, making she reflect the same recreation with more intensity.

"Mom!" Ruzorh, now approaching his ancestors, exclaimed in good humor. "Don't make it look like I don't take good care of my daughter!"

"Son," Rozen, placing a hand on Ruzorh's arm, said playfully. "Everyone knows that she looks more like your mother than you seem to be her father."

Everyone burst out laughing at the fact that Ruzorh, at times, could be more immature than his own daughter because of his temperament and casualness. His father’s mockery irritated him; he had not anticipated that his day would be ruined by the sudden appearance of his ascendant.

"Ruzorh," the other man next to the High Master, in a tone of gentleness, said as he approached. "I must congratulate you for the enormous contribution that your efforts have made to the city. If it were not for your energy and activity, this circus would not be the same."

The verozean man had more robust features on his face, grayer hair than Rozen's, and a little higher height than Ruzorh's. In fact, he was a figure who wields respect around him, more for appearance than for charisma.

"That's what I do best, Kahr," Ruzorh replied coldly. "Inside the circus, I can be myself without anyone having to judge me."

Ruzorh sent the hint to his own father, who got it at the time he was the subject of intrigue.