5Ny5623 - Two news
Rafaelle was in the midst of his usual preparations for the official outfit of an ambassador of all Velaa sleeve, as it reached the two messages. Xo entered by the inviting hum of the locked door Rafaelle his private apartments.
The walk-in living room in front of the bedroom Rafaelle served purely as a gathering for those whom he gave the confidence to know the private man Jeccschalen - more or less.
The wall facing the garden seemed like everywhere, do not exist, only the stained glass windows were used for weather-related protection. The house in the omnipresent light fabrics of the curtains were drawn half and moved gently with the breeze that glided through the room.
A light reflected from select wood floor in the incident solar radiation, the small room housed only a gigantic-looking leafy plant in its midst, the long-drawn patterns on shaded leaves the two wicker chairs threw that stood on either side of the tree. The rounded wall to the bedroom was interrupted by a delicately shaped entrance door with the emblem of the IRJ Jeccschalen over the ridge, the two were decorated wings of mother of pearl inspired and had a clear view to Rafaelle place to sleep.
Handcom firmly in the hands Xo walked slowly to the door and remained at a respectful distance in front of it. "Sir?"
He lowered his head in silent greeting and waited for the call may come to. heard no answer he raised his eyes and peered cautiously through the wide gap of the open door.
By pearl of leaning against the wing dissembled him an open view into the room behind it, but he saw Rafaelle standing before his bed. Xo muttered verses, because his master was only half dressed, and had turned to the mirror next to the door. Her black hair flowed over casingless, brown skin glistened slightly in the dim light. Flowing movements, was dressed as the wide trousers and a slight jerk of the head, swung her hair to the side. Rafaelle he turned his back to Xo and lowered his eyes before he suddenly offered him the sight of the slender back. Rustling heard the old servant, was used as for substances, then a muffled cursing and slight sigh.
"Please come in. Xo before you acquire roots. "
entered as he was told Xo quiet the room. The flowing fabric of the black caftan (*) the Rafaelle had thrown himself, had been patiently unbuttoned. The man threw Xo a quick look and raised his hand before he reached for some small Coms on his desk in order to turn again to put it down.
"I'm sorry Xo. I really can not spare much time for you. I need to message and then do some things. "
Xo bowed again slightly and glanced at the crumpled paint. Rafaelle had slept alone last night and obviously very had restless dreams here.
"Excuse me sir. Two news ...," he began quietly but Rafaelle interrupted him.
"CHRONOI, I know. I've already read my friend." Rafaelle sighed softly and turned to his servant. Xo could see the expression of smooth eye surfaces that Rafaelle had again fallen into a troubled phase trade.
"It is not necessarily the image that the ancient cults bring. But it worries me. The Phytäer were a people with foresight. Something that is missing today's life completely." Rafaelle gaze wandered for a moment into space, as if he saw somewhere behind Xo the answer to all the riddles he had deciphered.
"Sir," said Xo, as Rafaelle said nothing.
"forget old messages Xo. A long time, but everywhere if I remember correctly." Rafaelle eyes drove back. "If they were to disappear, this is more than just a senseless robbery."
Xo frowned. He knew how much is not what put Rafaelle, and he knew even less about the knowledge with which an elementary of Velaa was blessed. Rafaelle saw the pensive face of his servant. He sighed, but he saw the face behind the Xo's true thoughts. "The people and the first had many rituals based on ancient relics. And served to deter the Phytäer their spiritual symbols. "
" Do you have a suspicion Lord, "Xo determined carefully. Rafaelle gave an unpleasant laugh, and turned away again.
" sounded Skade ...", it quietly somewhere in the space.
"Who parades in front of the ark, is regarded as invincible," (**) murmured softly, staring at the Rafaelle Comdisplay front of you. What good would it have to have lived many years asceticism when events are not could stop.
"You spoke of two messages Xo. My father has written? "
Xo a quick look at the Com threw in his hand before he handed Rafaelle.
"No. A message from the message."
Well, that was, however, some information, the Rafaelle certainly was able to bring back from the world of myths and legends. Xo came to him because he had a message from the message? Himself up he saw his servant to skeptical.
Xo smiled apologetically. "Yes, of EPET. The request for an interview has arrived ..."
"An Interview." Rafaelle laughed out loud. "Xo, this kind of communication ..."
Xo "There is a handwritten letter Lord, is" respectfully lowered voice. "Lamb on white paper." Do Rafaelle eyes flashed up, a split long he actually looked the utmost interest the green LEDs on the small screen.
"A true artist in his field," confessed Rafaelle softly as he glanced over the message to an unwilling and had his status elevated believer secretary sent to him. Lamb white paper was old, old teachings and foundational to today no longer herzugestellt. A true investment for connoisseurs who knew about this treasure. Were there any artists on the planet palace, which he did not know?
"A simple journalist?" Rafaelle brain started all by itself to look for a background.
"ttan Arcir Serkahan is editor of the Focus . The medium of one of Mr. INN. "
" And? "demand for Rafaelle, but the answer he needed to hear not, and so he laid the Com aside. Inquiries of this kind were distasteful to him, but this incentive was not bad .
:: Lamb White::
The INN was a good reason why you could afford to procure this paper at all Rafaelle smiled shallow and it was at least one argument, but for him it was too obvious...
"Well, is not of the mind EPET poor. The letter is already in the message anyway, right? "Rafaelle smile turned into a wide grin." I must confess, I am not averse to Xo. But I want to see this letter. "
(*) robe with long [long] sleeves, often held together with a wide sash, in Rafaelle case, however, closed with small buttons on the breast and entire length
(**) from "Letter to the Hebrews," and the Ark of the Covenant with the Ten Commandments Moses (and NOT stolen from Indiana Jones, the screenwriter's has also used
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
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3Ny5623 - Rafaelle 1.Brief; private
Interdate Stamp 14.13.1637, 01:15 Time;
From : Rafaelle Jeccschalen; private
To: La Mec Shir Pedh'Neza
father
it needs no dramatic tone, to assure himself of my help. This has always belongs to you.
Since your also my "other" skills ansprecht I am assuming that your efforts differ from the domestic policy Velaas and should not become public. Hence my plea to you my father simultaneously to give me more information on what I can do for you and what exactly do you ask of me.
Tired Rafaelle ran his hand over his eyes and shook his head. After hours of pondering, many origins and concepts in a personalized answer for his father, was the result of formal and brief. The confidential tone was already two lives have been lost between them and Rafaelle was overloaded trying to miss his rhetoric a more intimate sound.
:: Maybe I do not even want it. It sounds exaggerated, not at all like my father ... ::
If Rafaelle was honest with himself, so he was really overwhelmed. He had expected much, but certainly not directly related to a verbal attack from his family. For multi-tasking activities was neither time nor space, he had already spent several hours on six lines not more than 20 previous drafts included. raised
As Rafaelle the head and looked through the stained glass window of his bedroom in the night he wanted back to those days, which were characterized by intimacy and laughter. Shreds of bygone years they went for a fraction of a moment to Rafaelle past and somewhere in between, he could hear the laughter of his father.
Rafaelle closed his eyes to it. NO.
If your efforts are moving into parts of the planetary constellation, I can only urge caution. It happens a lot in the distant squares and much more, I'm not sure.
raised you so for the things that happen around you, protecting our family.
Mec Shir La Pedh'Neza, I have not forgotten you.
Rafaelle.
Interdate Stamp 14.13.1637, 01:15 Time;
From : Rafaelle Jeccschalen; private
To: La Mec Shir Pedh'Neza
father
it needs no dramatic tone, to assure himself of my help. This has always belongs to you.
Since your also my "other" skills ansprecht I am assuming that your efforts differ from the domestic policy Velaas and should not become public. Hence my plea to you my father simultaneously to give me more information on what I can do for you and what exactly do you ask of me.
Tired Rafaelle ran his hand over his eyes and shook his head. After hours of pondering, many origins and concepts in a personalized answer for his father, was the result of formal and brief. The confidential tone was already two lives have been lost between them and Rafaelle was overloaded trying to miss his rhetoric a more intimate sound.
:: Maybe I do not even want it. It sounds exaggerated, not at all like my father ... ::
If Rafaelle was honest with himself, so he was really overwhelmed. He had expected much, but certainly not directly related to a verbal attack from his family. For multi-tasking activities was neither time nor space, he had already spent several hours on six lines not more than 20 previous drafts included. raised
As Rafaelle the head and looked through the stained glass window of his bedroom in the night he wanted back to those days, which were characterized by intimacy and laughter. Shreds of bygone years they went for a fraction of a moment to Rafaelle past and somewhere in between, he could hear the laughter of his father.
Rafaelle closed his eyes to it. NO.
If your efforts are moving into parts of the planetary constellation, I can only urge caution. It happens a lot in the distant squares and much more, I'm not sure.
raised you so for the things that happen around you, protecting our family.
Mec Shir La Pedh'Neza, I have not forgotten you.
Rafaelle.
Thursday, December 25, 2003
La Gear Running Second Hand Prizes
2Ny5623 - Micon Apeth Jesschalens 2.Brief; private
27th International Date Stamp July 5616, 18:27 Time; Jallpornescha (*)
From: Micon Apeth Jeccschalen; private (**)
To: La Mec Shir Rafaelle
Rafaelle.
You see, this is not a letter to the Ambassador of the Doge IRJ Velaa, but the letter from a father to his son.
The last Council meeting under the moon of the first was a decade ago to an end, and my own push for the internal release of Velaa against the interstellar races in the secret ballot was rejected once again. This
to Content of what you'll learn more through formal channels as our ambassador.
I am now trying to transform my ideas with new actions, but I heard were rumors that even Jürnjacob, my old friend and valued belonging to a direction that does not mean by the cover. It hurts to have to lose a long-time colleague, because separate views and knowledge today.
The last thing Velaa need now are internal political disputes between the two highest worldwide. Jürnjacob is an Elemental as you, he has power, influence, and his Armada, which stands at his side. I have this gift, which has its two can never understand and I am fully aware that this ignorance both of us, the Father and Son, much more isolated from each other has before I could have prevented. Ignorance is a Rafaelle Velaaner not understand.
Many comments on my part towards you, I feel sorry for that matter, but I need your help. I need your knowledge, your eyes, your ears. I need your other skills that I have so much condemned. Eleftheria me for that matter often opens the eyes. She tells me that all this does not fit the image that I put together myself in your childhood. You are a private individual, have developed up and think independently.
I live maybe too long but I am not willing either to give up my thinking nor my son. Hence my call for help to you. The Doge of aristocrats descends from his pedestal and extends your hand.
Mec Shir La Aelle, please help me. Your father
The road was still wearing clothes Rafaelle helped him not really remembering what had just hours earlier in Aeolia crossed his path. The Velaaner was recovered and not of anyone, but by his father.
:: Come to me, then I can protect you,:: was the first one could really think about the Rafaelle, then started his brain to the ancient functions of his knowledge, his own experience of life to resume and to search for solutions.
Rafaelle looked down at himself and found the Aleflasche, which he still held in his hands. Fucking swill that he tasted and he had awarded plentiful. Hard he fell on his backside and accurate stretched out his legs.
The sand was hot again, the sea like a mirror surface and the palm trees on the horizon with its shadow as far away as the next galaxy.
(*) on Velaa era, seven years too little (just like the missing seven years after the birth of Christ)
(**) Micon, personal note, that the name is copyrighted by Marion Zimmer Bradley, one of her novel "The Fall of Atlantis", simply put, because it fits so well with Rafaelle father.
27th International Date Stamp July 5616, 18:27 Time; Jallpornescha (*)
From: Micon Apeth Jeccschalen; private (**)
To: La Mec Shir Rafaelle
Rafaelle.
You see, this is not a letter to the Ambassador of the Doge IRJ Velaa, but the letter from a father to his son.
The last Council meeting under the moon of the first was a decade ago to an end, and my own push for the internal release of Velaa against the interstellar races in the secret ballot was rejected once again. This
to Content of what you'll learn more through formal channels as our ambassador.
I am now trying to transform my ideas with new actions, but I heard were rumors that even Jürnjacob, my old friend and valued belonging to a direction that does not mean by the cover. It hurts to have to lose a long-time colleague, because separate views and knowledge today.
The last thing Velaa need now are internal political disputes between the two highest worldwide. Jürnjacob is an Elemental as you, he has power, influence, and his Armada, which stands at his side. I have this gift, which has its two can never understand and I am fully aware that this ignorance both of us, the Father and Son, much more isolated from each other has before I could have prevented. Ignorance is a Rafaelle Velaaner not understand.
Many comments on my part towards you, I feel sorry for that matter, but I need your help. I need your knowledge, your eyes, your ears. I need your other skills that I have so much condemned. Eleftheria me for that matter often opens the eyes. She tells me that all this does not fit the image that I put together myself in your childhood. You are a private individual, have developed up and think independently.
I live maybe too long but I am not willing either to give up my thinking nor my son. Hence my call for help to you. The Doge of aristocrats descends from his pedestal and extends your hand.
Mec Shir La Aelle, please help me. Your father
The road was still wearing clothes Rafaelle helped him not really remembering what had just hours earlier in Aeolia crossed his path. The Velaaner was recovered and not of anyone, but by his father.
:: Come to me, then I can protect you,:: was the first one could really think about the Rafaelle, then started his brain to the ancient functions of his knowledge, his own experience of life to resume and to search for solutions.
Rafaelle looked down at himself and found the Aleflasche, which he still held in his hands. Fucking swill that he tasted and he had awarded plentiful. Hard he fell on his backside and accurate stretched out his legs.
The sand was hot again, the sea like a mirror surface and the palm trees on the horizon with its shadow as far away as the next galaxy.
(*) on Velaa era, seven years too little (just like the missing seven years after the birth of Christ)
(**) Micon, personal note, that the name is copyrighted by Marion Zimmer Bradley, one of her novel "The Fall of Atlantis", simply put, because it fits so well with Rafaelle father.
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Blooted Stomach Image
2Ny5623
The candles donated almost no light in Rafaelle bedroom.
The room was enveloped in sounds dull, idle time and the golden glow of a setting sun, which shone even through the drawn curtains.
The room was not large and was home to only the bare minimum of means, as all others were banished there by the preferences of the Ambassador. Circular had created the ocher-colored walls of space as anywhere in the house simply but decorated with elaborate ornaments and paintings. Slim, recessed into the wall and up to the vaulted ceiling, towering pillars were the lines between high, arched windows, the flat surfaces were broken by many small colored glasses. Painted patterns were distinguished from the sand so white floor, walked to the path of the sun through the barely furnished room, and breathed into something alive in the silence.
A strange-looking wooden table with attached front desk was serving one of the bigger windows, a stool covered with red fabric as the seat was covered with randomly thrown out of clothing. Piled off two small knee-high towers of old books, worn some, the other barely kept in the cover. A curiosity in number and value.
The folds of the meter-long curtains decorated the room as well as the large bed that was just in the middle of the room. No flourish, no ambition of artful attaching various roundings were alone dominated the paint colors and arranging countless pads whose only ornamentation. If it were not murals and the colorful colors of the windows have been, even had the dormitory as modest or acted alone.
Rafaelle lay crumpled between drugs and leisurely stroked the blond Hair that had settled over his chest. A Naaisha had pulled close to him in his sleep and the soft skin of the naked body touched Rafaelle like a caress on its side.
The Velaaner detached himself from his minute-long observations of the blanket over him and an almost affectionate glance at the bright hair that moved with his breathing on his chest and down. Rafaelle envied the key, as so often by his ignorance and to the exhausting sleep after coitus.
And the satisfaction that his intuition had not time to leave when he had an A-Naaisha. Accurate result, but with their own wishes and thoughts Fitted, but not submissive posturing direct request. Coupled with his characteristic gentleness was the little Key someone with whom dealt Rafaelle you.
A Naaishas eventually the rest of his blindness did for that boy to eat. Now, months later, it contended in Rafaelle that should have been the weakness in A-Naaishas life of his decision the decisive factor. After Xo's own words. Clean
latter hoped Rafaelle by the medical help he meted A Naaisha to be back. There was nowhere in the jurisdiction of the palace, what one could do with a key is not, at least in terms of the medical side.
Rafaelle murmured the little old verse of a song that he had heard years ago in another world, it eventually regretted that his arm, because A-Naaisha had wrapped around his middle and took him gently pushed aside. Rafaelle freed himself from the crumpled silk bedding and swung his long legs, finally out of bed.
Since there were too many things that he wanted to do today, he sighed and stood up. As if the perpetual wind had felt it, instantly a cool breeze blew through the room, the naked body cooled Rafaelle him from the care of his bed ripped here to return to the reality of his existence call on the planet in mind. He did not return a
look at the sleeping figure to throw, he knew that A-Naaisha offered in sleep as in wakefulness, an enchanting sight. That is why he left the sleeper quickly and went into the adjoining bathroom, had discreetly prepared as always by Xo the water.
Rafaelle would not be too long dealing with the superficialities of his looks, but when he later took the clothes, had put the Xo ready for him, he had to smile. Many were Velaaner it as very dangerous to the lowest caste knew too much, but Rafaelle had learned in the course of more than 100 years, the benefits of a confidant - his confidant - to appreciate and respect to a certain extent.
Xo knew him, knew him well as he dressed now. Casual, comfortable clothes of a normal man - Rafaelle grinned suggestively in his reflection of himself in this titulary - street clothes of a tourist or an inhabitant of a planet. The black trousers had worn but neat. A gray ribbed shirt, pull tight and barely below the waist, but a wide black belt with the hand-Com bag on the side. In Rafaelle beloved dark ruby-colored leather jacket. Xo called this piece of clothing as "antique value". This was Rafaelle In its first life in the streets and halls Jallporneschas (*) left.
:: Old habit is stronger than law and seal:: Rafaelle thought the long hair and tied together into a single tail. Then he turned his man-sized mirror and looked at critically.
"Tonight you can be yourself again," he murmured softly, and tried the approach of a slight smile, that he hardly failed. Still he scrutinized the appearance before him and stated repeatedly that he showed this Rafaelle more sympathy than the Ambassador IRJ Jeccschalen.
Ultimately, he reached for the small hand-held laser gun and stowed it in the breast pocket of his jacket. Tonight was again the time to go on raids and mental Rafaelle would catch everything and find out what was of concern to him.
A Naaisha awoke as gently shook him Xo and asked the men. An A-Naaishas hand, it was empty and the personal message of Micon Apeth Jeccschalen met in Xo's hands to a deserted place.
(*) on Velaa capital, home of Rafaelle
The candles donated almost no light in Rafaelle bedroom.
The room was enveloped in sounds dull, idle time and the golden glow of a setting sun, which shone even through the drawn curtains.
The room was not large and was home to only the bare minimum of means, as all others were banished there by the preferences of the Ambassador. Circular had created the ocher-colored walls of space as anywhere in the house simply but decorated with elaborate ornaments and paintings. Slim, recessed into the wall and up to the vaulted ceiling, towering pillars were the lines between high, arched windows, the flat surfaces were broken by many small colored glasses. Painted patterns were distinguished from the sand so white floor, walked to the path of the sun through the barely furnished room, and breathed into something alive in the silence.
A strange-looking wooden table with attached front desk was serving one of the bigger windows, a stool covered with red fabric as the seat was covered with randomly thrown out of clothing. Piled off two small knee-high towers of old books, worn some, the other barely kept in the cover. A curiosity in number and value.
The folds of the meter-long curtains decorated the room as well as the large bed that was just in the middle of the room. No flourish, no ambition of artful attaching various roundings were alone dominated the paint colors and arranging countless pads whose only ornamentation. If it were not murals and the colorful colors of the windows have been, even had the dormitory as modest or acted alone.
Rafaelle lay crumpled between drugs and leisurely stroked the blond Hair that had settled over his chest. A Naaisha had pulled close to him in his sleep and the soft skin of the naked body touched Rafaelle like a caress on its side.
The Velaaner detached himself from his minute-long observations of the blanket over him and an almost affectionate glance at the bright hair that moved with his breathing on his chest and down. Rafaelle envied the key, as so often by his ignorance and to the exhausting sleep after coitus.
And the satisfaction that his intuition had not time to leave when he had an A-Naaisha. Accurate result, but with their own wishes and thoughts Fitted, but not submissive posturing direct request. Coupled with his characteristic gentleness was the little Key someone with whom dealt Rafaelle you.
A Naaishas eventually the rest of his blindness did for that boy to eat. Now, months later, it contended in Rafaelle that should have been the weakness in A-Naaishas life of his decision the decisive factor. After Xo's own words. Clean
latter hoped Rafaelle by the medical help he meted A Naaisha to be back. There was nowhere in the jurisdiction of the palace, what one could do with a key is not, at least in terms of the medical side.
Rafaelle murmured the little old verse of a song that he had heard years ago in another world, it eventually regretted that his arm, because A-Naaisha had wrapped around his middle and took him gently pushed aside. Rafaelle freed himself from the crumpled silk bedding and swung his long legs, finally out of bed.
Since there were too many things that he wanted to do today, he sighed and stood up. As if the perpetual wind had felt it, instantly a cool breeze blew through the room, the naked body cooled Rafaelle him from the care of his bed ripped here to return to the reality of his existence call on the planet in mind. He did not return a
look at the sleeping figure to throw, he knew that A-Naaisha offered in sleep as in wakefulness, an enchanting sight. That is why he left the sleeper quickly and went into the adjoining bathroom, had discreetly prepared as always by Xo the water.
Rafaelle would not be too long dealing with the superficialities of his looks, but when he later took the clothes, had put the Xo ready for him, he had to smile. Many were Velaaner it as very dangerous to the lowest caste knew too much, but Rafaelle had learned in the course of more than 100 years, the benefits of a confidant - his confidant - to appreciate and respect to a certain extent.
Xo knew him, knew him well as he dressed now. Casual, comfortable clothes of a normal man - Rafaelle grinned suggestively in his reflection of himself in this titulary - street clothes of a tourist or an inhabitant of a planet. The black trousers had worn but neat. A gray ribbed shirt, pull tight and barely below the waist, but a wide black belt with the hand-Com bag on the side. In Rafaelle beloved dark ruby-colored leather jacket. Xo called this piece of clothing as "antique value". This was Rafaelle In its first life in the streets and halls Jallporneschas (*) left.
:: Old habit is stronger than law and seal:: Rafaelle thought the long hair and tied together into a single tail. Then he turned his man-sized mirror and looked at critically.
"Tonight you can be yourself again," he murmured softly, and tried the approach of a slight smile, that he hardly failed. Still he scrutinized the appearance before him and stated repeatedly that he showed this Rafaelle more sympathy than the Ambassador IRJ Jeccschalen.
Ultimately, he reached for the small hand-held laser gun and stowed it in the breast pocket of his jacket. Tonight was again the time to go on raids and mental Rafaelle would catch everything and find out what was of concern to him.
A Naaisha awoke as gently shook him Xo and asked the men. An A-Naaishas hand, it was empty and the personal message of Micon Apeth Jeccschalen met in Xo's hands to a deserted place.
(*) on Velaa capital, home of Rafaelle
Monday, December 1, 2003
Milky Cervical Mucus Early Pregnancy
11/08/1637 - 24th Elefterias Letters
I am now again been in your house and you will be very proud of me. Your wonderful plants flower in fact still under my care. I must confess that I have the entry in my Com can not find anymore, and that for some time. But I regularly go to you, and can therefore draw on my experience gained so far, so I can distribute the water resources also right on your green treasures. They have become really very nice, you had your fun with it. I had been almost forgotten how colorful can flourish different plants. Above all, this big abstract thing that you want in your bedroom after the flame trough. This tree blooms for two days, have I enclosed some pictures so you can see how the leaves look like now. What was it like the name? I try to constantly to remember, when I sit in your old wing chair and look at him, but he will never occur to me. Would you laugh at your mother when you concede that they are in the whole forest, you call home, may have noticed two or three names have?
I would not really about writing, what I do in your rooms. I am very often here lately, you know that this is the only place where I can retire to think about everything that happens on Velaa. Or your father.
I'm sorry, but I still can not really get through to him. He still spends more time in the halls of government than with me at home and the family. He barely speaks to me about the events that befall us all.
And I'm sure he does not report to you all. If he does not want it or not, I do not know. But I am very concerned about the change that is looming. He became silent, sullen if you like. He muses to himself for hours, attention to me or his grandchildren hardly.
In the meantime, I have come to the conclusion that it was a wrong decision to continue to send you. Whatever may be always happened between you and your father, it charged him. And my ignorance about it, I charged.
As so often I ask you as a mother to me about it to talk. solely for the reason that I can help your father.
Mec La Shir, I will tell no more serious thought. But I wish, how often you were still here. Now I laugh at me because in some ways I miss the elegance that exudes here so you have unwisely.
your life on the waters is regarded with envy from me. I hope I make my promise true soon be able to visit you. You gave me so much to tell from your house.
I love you. We love you. Do not forget that. Your mother
Rafaelle was slowly lowered the piece of paper. This Sometimes he did not think about the wasted luxury, which a hand-written correspondence with him. He carefully placed the letter on the little table beside the tub, and fell with a quiet groan in the warm deep water that had been enriched with sandalwood and Xo Jubinaöl. The tense limbs relaxed slowly with aromatic smells. He was, so far as to the water-heavy hair now tamed into a braid unwilling to fish out of water and carelessly throwing behind the head rest. His look was defiant as he looked at the small Combildschirm, which lists the latest news from CHRONOI.
closed Then his eyes were tired because Rafaelle could take the game of power and pride for the night. Invisible behind the coated windows of his beach area was lost son of Jeccschalen in the personal feelings and thoughts that he forbade himself when he tried to play as a diplomat of the Velaa his role.
Only in these rare moments, he slowly gained the conviction that there is absolutely too much happened in the last time that was important for things that took place on the planet or Velaa. But for his work here had to remain secondary. The official way, he would dutifully comply, but what his unofficial arrangement concerned in the background, he cursed the Breastfeeding the stubborn silence of his father.
"he tells me not everything ...," murmured softly Rafaelle, while his head fell heavily on his hand.
I am now again been in your house and you will be very proud of me. Your wonderful plants flower in fact still under my care. I must confess that I have the entry in my Com can not find anymore, and that for some time. But I regularly go to you, and can therefore draw on my experience gained so far, so I can distribute the water resources also right on your green treasures. They have become really very nice, you had your fun with it. I had been almost forgotten how colorful can flourish different plants. Above all, this big abstract thing that you want in your bedroom after the flame trough. This tree blooms for two days, have I enclosed some pictures so you can see how the leaves look like now. What was it like the name? I try to constantly to remember, when I sit in your old wing chair and look at him, but he will never occur to me. Would you laugh at your mother when you concede that they are in the whole forest, you call home, may have noticed two or three names have?
I would not really about writing, what I do in your rooms. I am very often here lately, you know that this is the only place where I can retire to think about everything that happens on Velaa. Or your father.
I'm sorry, but I still can not really get through to him. He still spends more time in the halls of government than with me at home and the family. He barely speaks to me about the events that befall us all.
And I'm sure he does not report to you all. If he does not want it or not, I do not know. But I am very concerned about the change that is looming. He became silent, sullen if you like. He muses to himself for hours, attention to me or his grandchildren hardly.
In the meantime, I have come to the conclusion that it was a wrong decision to continue to send you. Whatever may be always happened between you and your father, it charged him. And my ignorance about it, I charged.
As so often I ask you as a mother to me about it to talk. solely for the reason that I can help your father.
Mec La Shir, I will tell no more serious thought. But I wish, how often you were still here. Now I laugh at me because in some ways I miss the elegance that exudes here so you have unwisely.
your life on the waters is regarded with envy from me. I hope I make my promise true soon be able to visit you. You gave me so much to tell from your house.
I love you. We love you. Do not forget that. Your mother
Rafaelle was slowly lowered the piece of paper. This Sometimes he did not think about the wasted luxury, which a hand-written correspondence with him. He carefully placed the letter on the little table beside the tub, and fell with a quiet groan in the warm deep water that had been enriched with sandalwood and Xo Jubinaöl. The tense limbs relaxed slowly with aromatic smells. He was, so far as to the water-heavy hair now tamed into a braid unwilling to fish out of water and carelessly throwing behind the head rest. His look was defiant as he looked at the small Combildschirm, which lists the latest news from CHRONOI.
closed Then his eyes were tired because Rafaelle could take the game of power and pride for the night. Invisible behind the coated windows of his beach area was lost son of Jeccschalen in the personal feelings and thoughts that he forbade himself when he tried to play as a diplomat of the Velaa his role.
Only in these rare moments, he slowly gained the conviction that there is absolutely too much happened in the last time that was important for things that took place on the planet or Velaa. But for his work here had to remain secondary. The official way, he would dutifully comply, but what his unofficial arrangement concerned in the background, he cursed the Breastfeeding the stubborn silence of his father.
"he tells me not everything ...," murmured softly Rafaelle, while his head fell heavily on his hand.
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