The trace of vibrant pink of Ithil’s levitator kept cutting through the rain and the cold of Thar-Abbys beyond the central roads; upon reaching the outer doors he was stopped by the door guards. Ithil lowered the speed and prepared his medal.
—Good evening, young man, may I see your documents? —The guard, wearing a Policrakelite uniform and a firearm, approached and kindly requested his identification.
—Very well, Ithil, adventurer, pink levitator, matches your license, everything in order friend, be careful out there, there are rumors of wild animals approaching the walls; I suppose you will be okay taking into account your grade, but it is my responsibility to warn you. —The guard waved his hand to the tower above, from there they activated the door that opened in front of Ithil.
—I hope everything goes quietly tonight, I will see you on the return. —Ithil lowered his helmet visor and started his vehicle; the heavy drumming of the rain fell on the road like white on black, the sound of the rain drowned out many of his ideas. Pushing the noise aside little by little, Ithil’s usually crowded mind focused on something he hadn’t heard for a long time, himself.
—Damn, the cold is intense, I should have waited until tomorrow…. I hope the others are already home, I just want to take a bath and lie down for a while, that Inola didn’t take anything to cover himself, my leather jacket won’t cover him for long, I hope he returns home quickly; and now, how much was it… third exit… no, fourth is this one that follows…. —Ithil took his vehicle to the next diversion, arriving at a trade station.
—Here, right here… 5 silver coins for an hour!!, the last month it was 2!! —Ithil passed through the toll booth and moved his Rutilo staff closer; the encrypted numbers on the small stone rod served adventurers and people as a payment card; the booth emitted a satisfactory click and raised the entrance arm to the parking lot.
—I will leave this here… hummm, I think I gave my dirty jacket to Inola, damn, I hope it isn’t that smelly; eee, the rain isn’t letting up, it is even stronger than a while ago, it’s good that I only bring a few things. —Ithil headed to the mall; upon reaching the door he shook his clothes and left his helmet on a shelf at the entrance.
—Haaa, what a hassle, these stations should be closer to the academy, an hour of walking to make an international deposit is crazy… —Arriving at a business with bright and clean finishes, an armed Drakooria stood guard, greeting Ithil as a regular acquaintance.
—Mr. Ithil, a pleasure to have you back, come in, there is hardly anyone, uups, some rain, eh? —The enormous Drakooria received him and opened the door for him.
—Jeremías, good night, are you almost finishing your shift? —Ithil greeted the Drakooria as he passed and took from his back bag a handful of ingots; 35 gold ingots in total wrapped in velvet fabric. He arrived at a window where a girl with short black hair greeted him.
—Good afternoon, Mr. Ithil, will the deposit be to the usual account in Dremoria? —The young girl seemed to know him too.
—Yes, please, thirty ingots to that account and five to this one. —Ithil gave a new chain of numbers to the young girl.
—Very well, here it is, and ready, the deposit should be for tomorrow at nine in the morning, Dremoria time. —The young girl, with a professional smile, gave a transaction ticket to Ithil.
—And finally here the account in Ilentia, the deposit should be for Monday. —The young girl affirmed again.
—Very well, thanks, I will see you… I hope, next month. —Ithil looked at both tickets and kept the Dremoria one in his bag, he crumpled the Ilentia one into a sphere in his hand and with his thumb threw it into the trash can; he walked a little more outside the bank and headed to some phone booths in the central square.
—Hello, how is it, Khan? Yes… I am very well, how are things in Dremoria?, What? Seriously? Are they already in their last trial exam to be graduated? Oh, oo, yes I understand, they are in exams, that’s fine, don’t worry, Khan, I will call next week; give Rein, Zein and Dein my congratulations and if they don’t pass I will hit them very hard, see you later. —Ithil hung up cheerful and with a fist in the air he cheered in silence, but his countenance changed a little at the next moment.
—Hello… yes, it is me, Ithil… Varafax, how is Mom? More eggs? It is supposed to… NO!! Yes it is supposed to, you guys should be attentive. —Ithil raised his voice for a moment to lower it little by little in a calmer tone.
—You know that Mom accepts orphan eggs if you neglect her… no, Varafax, it can’t be controlled, for that is why you stayed and I am here! I know it is difficult but you must attend to her… incubating eggs is tiring, she… she is the only woman at home, the incubation effort is a lot and only the mothers’ flame can incubate them… —As if reviewing the points of a list, Ithil reviewed his thoughts.
—No, you and Llivelier should look for help matrons, they are already working, you can cover that expense; with what I send a family of 15 people can be for a month without problems, and you are eight… Twelve!! Since when? Everin?!! Yes, Everin is already with a family, he should leave the house, not stay… look, you are supposed to be the oldest, you should have more, how that he doesn’t listen to you? … —Ithil listened for a few more moments, the anger tingled in his mind but the memory of the three kids and the image of the graduated young people returned his humor, so he decided to leave it for the moment. —Varafax… you are a good brother, you are smart, you know what you should do better than I do and you can fix this; for the moment I must leave. —
Taking his belongings Ithil looked at the night sky, the rain without abating made everyone flee to their homes and shelters; Ithil took his helmet, and left again; giving a hard push to the pedal, the motorcycle purred while the lights and levitators turned on; two electric arcs secured the bike to the floor and lifted it a few centimeters up.
—And now, home. —Ithil again let the rain cover his thoughts, this time he decided which ones to leave under the noisy drumming of the waters and which ones to keep in his mind; accelerating along the road the path this time shone with the colors of Thar-Abbys.
—Haaa, this was very long. —Ithil arrived at the group’s house, opening the door he found Jacob coming down the stairs and the others already home.
—Ithil, we were just waiting for you. —Mina saw him and finally took out the breads on the table.
—Hahah, everyone is already here, you should have started, I told Inola that I was going to be late. —Ithil left everything aside, his jacket, his helmet, and his weapons.
—Hahah, I told you guys but you are stubborn. —Inola was already there together with Leónidas.
—Ho… hello, I am Varneth… pick a bread Magaska and I chose them for you. —Magaska, with pearlescent hair, approached Ithil.
—Oh, I see, then this fig and date one. —Ithil took the bread, Magaska smiled cheerfully and together they sat in that lent place, together, in a city called Thar-Abbys