He ignites, sets ablaze, and with all his bubbling passion.
Night after night, in front of the king who is slowly thawing, he tales. So he tales, again and again, until the day breaks. The queen and the courtiers beckon him to continue! He begins a first story, in a high color style. Nothing can temper his enthusiasm for storytelling at the royal table! His gait is flamboyant, his eyes burning with a laughing flame. Then arrives from the desert an ardent fyros storyteller. Nothing serious, because at that time as now, the Karavan brings the beheaded back.īut who enjoys being thanked in this way? Worse, he took the habit of having the heads of those who tried to cheer him up cut off.Īnd soon, only a lonesome wind blows in the deserted palace.
She brings in jugglers, storytellers and entertainers to warm up the atmosphere.īut nothing works, there is never the slightest smile on the icy lips of her royal husband. The queen despairs of this wintry husband. He is so cold that the atmosphere at court is polar.Īnd his subjects show a chill to the idea of laughing and living. "At that time, a king with a heart of ice reigns over the Matis. It all depends on how much you trust his prophecies. MELTING, by WienyWe were warming ourselves around a campfire when Gyaz'Alt the seer came to sit beside us.Īs usual, he had abused the psykopla roots, and after some time spent listening to our stories, he began to tell one of his visions.Ī story that may or may not be true….
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