04Om5623 - pros and cons
(revised)
time was a strange factor in the life of Velaaners, at least in Rafaelle's existence.
the last days He would have gladly spent far from his wooden message would be re-absorbed in his beloved studies or in the actual priorities. The time to a seemingly unlimited Velaaner was available, had the habit to go by in a flash.
Instead, the unwelcome delegation of trade representatives stayed two days longer. After the first few hours had Rafaelle had the feeling to push his face as rigid pretext of a mindless man smiling before him.
Then there was the chip of A-Naaisha that had to be recalibrated, which inevitably Rafaelle of his promise to the boy recalled. In addition, most impressive Levithaan had prophesied that a meeting was more than necessary.
Rafaelle melodramatic sigh achieved nothing else, than the freshly made bed of his bedroom. The whole day had been exhausting, full of official duties, his self and buildings within the boarders of the various bullying a necessary velaanischen message. At slightly more intellectual stimulation over the dignitaries and representatives to Rafaelle had for his person can take out even a little amusement. So it was just a rather uneventful day of bringing so many on this water planet have been the culminating culminating in these social performances.
A second wordless sighs, the grave robes fell unheeded to the ground and was pushed by impatient feet to the side.
"Water," croaked Rafaelle annoyed, meanwhile it the golden neck button of his Gibbeh's (*) opened it and slid the soft cloth over his shoulders. What he needed now was a perfectly ordinary, relaxing bath.
tired, he stretched his long body, murmuring "open" a low, that the curved balcony window was swinging to the beach to the outside and blew the evening air in the dim room. It automatically dissolved and braided hair clips, ripped the gold chain from the neck emblem that adorned sandals swept from his feet. :: Pomp impractical:: he thought angrily as he got out of his clothes and into the adjacent Went bad. The caring cope Lapchips down on his desk, he did not even notice it.
The recurrent thoughts of what might have the devil him decide to turn over all things on a water planet his current exile, Rafaelle rose slowly the stairs into the cistern until the cold water his skin reaching to the hips and he with a inarticulable According All fell on his ass. Buy it used the hidden thermal and turned the small oval pool into a sparkling pool, so here.
The gentle massage rising air circulation Rafaelle relaxed after a few minutes, he appeared briefly, came puffing back to the surface and made a kick out of unraveling for some precious moments of the wet hair braiding again. One could now say of him really do not think he was also the smallest work did not comply with the necessary thoroughness.
Rafaelle brushed his wet hair with both hands from his face, his head fell against the rounded edge of the basin. The little sparks of a bad conscience answered, as he thought of Levithaan, while he smiled at the thought of what these stubborn old lady cause a short appearance probably would.
"I need you today to send a message," he murmured softly, playing with his silver ring, she was able and appeared without an invitation from him on.
A quick trip back to his ancient world could be a welcome change.
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Groaning Rafaelle closed his eyes and went into hiding again snorting. It was difficult enough anyway with words such as relaxation or a change not to think of a red hair, to the inevitably brilliant smile and eyes that saw one, but have not been touched by the joyous laughter.
appeared jerks Rafaelle to the surface again, pushing the frustrated masses of tangled hair from her face, because of leisure or diversion was no more talk.
His thoughts began to circle back to Inshan Serkahan and that was he had to admit, neither a beginning nor an amusement like a little game, as he would like it handled. It was simply degenerated into work, and that serious work. Somewhere between the refractories and their trip to the old port, he had missed the jump, what Rafaelle did not like that. Most displeased him here that he does not accentuate the reason for this was.
He had developed over a lifetime high sensitivity to facial expressions and body language, after all, even his own life depended on it. He also trusted his intuition velaanischen blind. So it was not difficult for him Inshan - or whatever the man might also be called - as a fraud to call before the tide.
Rafaelle stared at the small air bubbles in front of him and when he realized that this is not particularly noisy, he brought a lot left the pool and grabbed the towels out ready.
What drove a man to praise only to be at all times, the one were offered. Sarcastic smile Rafaelle answered this question, based ultimately on his own status itself
In Inshan was so obvious the man is a slight gap filled with exactly the gestures that he prescribed quasi Rafaelle. Sure was that there had been no intention to lose contact with him, but it was certainly not in Inshans sense that he was to see through so easily. For what, or what seemed more important, for Whom Inshan sold under the guise of a reporter? And rank how important Rafaelle had the whole thing? Who sent him? And who was Inshan in reality?
"strength is able to detect any fool. Now he has to estimate something that can not perceive it."
rubbed furiously to Rafaelle light through the long hair, the fabric was then allowed to fall somewhere around, while the glass pane of the window pushed aside. The night was cool and stroked his naked body. Deeply, he inhaled the air in the clear, ultimately, not very much helped. This redhead had crept into his thoughts again, what unfortunately happened all too often lately, there was really no remedy so as not to think of those green eyes.
There were strange old eyes that had seen too much in one lifetime.
softly closed the glass Panelle again and faded artificial light, as Rafaelle left his Bad to the midnight turn to work. He threw the purple Sarituch around the waist and looked at his overcrowded small desk, shook his head slightly. Spies who were set on him were in his presence, not necessarily to make permanent. They were his palmed mostly as employees, informants or historians and archaeologists.
Rafaelle was at this time informed that there were some observers' concerns within its risky but it was not for him, because his actual actions and trade was confined to his person. Not even Aljosha knew everything about it. Rafaelle controlled the man who perfectionist. Two lives had taken to build the organization on his terms and thus how it worked, it was completely sealed off by companies, shipping companies and of course of his person, the patron and privateers.
Inshan Serkahan seen as a little spy was not balance was. He acted on the principle that opposites attracted each other known.
Rafaelle other hand, had resorted to a rather simple camouflage, the cliché. Knowing, dramatic and á la Velaaner without any real message, if you do not velaanische speech melodies ruled. Rafaelle could claim at least that he had lied not once intentionally.
So what works best for a peaceful, always appearing melodramatic ambassador? Love of life and laughter, based on Rafaelle feelings quite correct. Both handled Inshan in the appropriate doses, interspersed with small characteristic breaks at the right composition and the correct time to find. Furthermore, it would sooner or later something Rafaelle skeptical about the continuing vitality Inshan's become. With silence, laughter looks and manners could explore everything and play, if the right partner was not immediately at hand.
And Inshan's individual performances gave him over the small amount of information the whole picture. Rafaelle fell a little incident at the port. Inshan should have known at least since Rafaelle's involuntary dance performance that the trained eye could not miss a strategically scheduled knife intended to stretch the upper arm of the blade farthest. But Inshan had then used his help and sympathy, which had set in Rafaelle for this man was crucial that he had Inshan summarily brought to his town house rather than in one of the hospitals. Sometimes it seemed to know the spy unconscious when he arrived at Rafaelle the mark.
Or Inshan's performance on Hel ... Rafaelle had not resorted to his typical brake application, the man would have gone further.
Like his smile and his face, it also understood Inshan his body to use, well-proportioned, waiting, was asked how much and when it was enough.
Rafaelle frowned and sat on the bed. On that Evening had concerned his observations, the Inshan, new ways taken the spectrum enlarged, which concerned the redhead's skill and training. Rafaelle's eyes wandered over to his small work table on which lay unnoticed for days the little silver helpers.
Well, why the helper was not actually still working on the light wood?
There had been only a few moments in which emerged in Rafaelle the feeling was that even his mask Inshan accidentally had dropped. The sea, this somewhat abstract designed figure of wood, his dance ... his eyes when told Rafaelle dramatically on its own.
Why had he Inshan at the exhibition opening gesagt, dass er ihn für keinen Journalisten hielt?
Immerhin hatte Rafaéll seine Anschuldigung durch leise gemurmelte Worte wieder etwas revidiert, ein Fehler war es allemal gewesen, der sich hoffentlich zum Besseren gewandelt hatte. Betrachtete man das Bild als Ganzes, hätte Inshan ihn wahrscheinlich über kurz oder lang für einen Dummkopf gehalten, etwas das Rafaéll nicht sonderlich behagte auch wenn es in einem anderen Leben funktioniert hatte.
Warum war Inshan für ihn noch immer ein ernstzunehmender Rekrut?
"Ìrj erkannte Sia's Einsicht, hörte Sedjem's Worte und tat worum Ra ihn bat." (**)
Warum ihm gerade bei Inshan ein Lehrsatz aus den Houses of the script ears pupils had occurred Rafaelle even smile. But it disappeared as quickly as it had come. You could not close on its own to others, a lesson that Rafaelle had painful memories. One could, however, they have in common. The little running perfection, which stood behind all their work. Inshan - whether accidental or not - had identified at least to him.
And why in the cold waters of a nitrite (***) he thought about after all?
(*) Long, open front outer garment (with or without sleeves), of Arab origin, is a caftan worn as a jacket
(**) * G * Egyptology
(***) colorless, water-soluble salt of the usually mild nitrous acid, have the name of the waterfall, was built on the cliffs Jallpornescha
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