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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