sp04 02 11, Jaino's Party and the Caravan

Jaino's Party and the Caravan

After these two, Criselia and Jaino, have finished their morning meal; they move again.

And onto the wide plain, where they've reached, nearing Jelfyr; the huge hill of ice, surrounded by hovering fogs, astonishes this ignorant Jaino.

The lady goes near the fog, while her hands she unites behind her waist, and she gazes at the hilly ice. "Oh, this is a fine made elemental output—"

Jaino gazes at her.

"—it's alive; and the fog will freeze anyone who'll touch it. The user must be a swint."

"What? A swint? I know emode can only do it. But, this is too huge."

She gazes at the interested Jaino. "So, you don't know about them? They're norim born possessed more souls. There's no exact theories; but, one thing that an emode can do, is to leave their soul active in a certain area. But mere emodes can't do it if they aren't a swint." She only sees Jaino—gazes at the ice and he smiles. "Don't be jealous okay. Swints are dangerous norims. They can steal the soul of their nearest love one; once, they've forgotten to recover their own."

Raptly, he stares at Criselia. His Adam's apple shakes up and down as he is frighten. "So... if our relationship deepens, then..."

"Please! Don't treat me like a child. I don't know myself either. I mean like, I have all the inheritance of norims."

She is a monster.

Human's chatters and sounds of footsteps from people—who have exited through the other part of the woods —have grabbed Jaino's and Criselia's attention—they meet the caravan of entertainers again.

The boy, Ajim, runs and he hugs Criselia. Jaino just smiles bitterly. The boy gazes at Jaino as he punches Jaino's abs. "Bro" —Ajim thumbs up while his face shows envy. Criselia smiles.

Feeling insulted, Jaino replies, "Kid—you still have long way with the daughter of your head manager."

Both sides shaking head, the boy smiles. "No need to worry, she's just shy. Wow, this ice is quite huge."

"Hey! Kid!" —as Jaino grabs the back of the collar of Ajim's t-shirt— "don't act, foolishly. That thing can kill."

"So- sorry."

After their reuniting conversation, and finally with the caravan; they've reached Jelfyr. Few guards are in the gate, and above the walls, their numbers cannot be discriminate.

Curious as always, Jaino walks from the caravan heading to the soldiers' shed.

Seeing Jaino attempting to enter the fence, the soldier appointed the outside growls as he scolds this Jaino, "You! This is an off-limit area. Unless you have some complains or impersonal intention."

"I wasn't here from the past few days. What had happened the outside?"

"My, goodness; if you know about Altrass, you know how anger the queen could be."

"You're a soldier, explain it very well."

"Man, you can just get it. A war man, a war."

Jaino hisses. "Thanks very much." He just smiles while he's heading back to the caravan. Tsk, if I didn't retired, I could finally meet the queen, herself in person.

Onto the crowd, Jaino and Criselia again have parted way with the caravan. And through the other part of the streets; he, Jaino, sees a ball of fire from the hand of an ornamented attired boy, a noble, aims at another boy—prone in the ground.

This present, the world becomes small

By the future, outer space too

Humans' adventure continues