Nirrini's moons

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Chapter 7 (v.1) - Pencils (1294, Yellow Island)

Submitted: April 02, 2019

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The street was all bricks. The buildings were bricks and the pavement were bricks. From every balcony was a yellow banner with brown flowers. In every open window, there were yellow flowers. This city hadn’t been destroyed by the island war, so many decades ago. From every radio the same melody of the cheerful music of flutes blending with guitars.

Flagrai pouted as she walked in front of the two Moss men.

“Hey!” Bryodae ran up to her. “Don’t feel too down. He might just have to think about the matter. It could be a really big choice, you know.”

“What does that mean, green face?”

“I’d rather you didn’t worry and just behave as usual.” He smiled.

“I can’t be happy,” she said in an annoyed voice.

“I’d rather you’d put your frown upside down.”

“Flagrai. I get that you’re sad.” Thulitt smiled as tears formed in his eyes. “The time I and Viktoria shared, back in the day I was Viktor. That truly was something-”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, naka.”

Flagrai sighed and tightened her lips in annoyance. “I get it. I shouldn’t be in a relationship anyway. I mean, it could end up killing me.” She smirked. “Why not have fun?”

“That’s our Flagrai.” Bryodae pushed her forward.

Thulitt disapproved yet smiled. Flagrai grabbed the hand of her brother in spirit and rushed down the street, under the brick bridge. She looked back and laughed at Thulitt surprised face. The sadness of the uncertainty filled her, yet it didn’t consume her. Frigon shone and it was time to be happy, wasn’t it?

“Where are we going?” Bryodae panted. “I’m not really feeling so good, today.”

She slowed down to walk. “The nearby shopping street.”

Thulitt caught up, not panting like Bryo was. “You said the shopping district?” Flagrai nodded in response. Thulitt frowned. “Hmm, our budget is a bit low in the moment.”

“It’s always low.” She smiled and talked like she was truly cheerful, trying to convince herself that she was.

“Flagrai. You don’t have to pretend to be happy.” Bryodae laid his hand on her shoulder.

“Just let her,” Thulitt said.

“Did Viktor worry about low funds?” Flagrai teased.

“Personal economy? Rarely. I… him?... had other stuff to think about. My family and-”

“I’m sorry!” Bryodae burst out. “Ok, next topic!”

“Why do we always have low funds, anyway?” Flagrai pondered.

“Should the finance guy say it?” Bryodae looked at Thulitt.

“The job as a servant doesn’t pay too much. I was seen as a dead monarch, so I didn’t get money. And people around the world like to pay Moss people less, as we are apparently ‘too ugly for living’ or something.” Thulitt’s brows knit in an angry frown.

“That’s so-”

“Stop it, Bryo.” Flagrai scowled at Bryodae before she turned to Thulitt. “You two should know I don’t find you ugly at all. You’re quite handsome, actually.”

Thulitt smiled as he shook his head. “I deserve it. My wife was the best of people, was she?”

“Hey! We’re here!” Flagrai ran to a window to look at some fine dresses.

The dresses inside were made of fabric full of a pattern in many colours. Each of the dresses had at least four colours. Some had sleeves, some sleeveless, but all long and bright.

 “Look at this one! What if I could get one to fit me?” Flagrai pointed to one in two shades of Red, Green and Blue.

Thulitt frowned. “They look expensive. But I gotta say the Yellow people know their craft.”

Bryodae coughed. “Eh, those are actually wedding dresses.”

She couldn’t believe her ears. “I have to say the Yellow people have a special taste. Wedding dresses should be a flaming flower, honouring Frigon.”

“You gotta remember that Yellow doesn’t have the same funds as Fire,” Thulitt reminded her,” let’s move on.”

“Hey! Look at those?” Flagrai ran to another window. Inside was all kinds of bright fabrics, all on rolls.

“We could use a little bit of fabric.” Thulitt frowned.

Bryodae laughed. “Like any of us can sew.”

Flagrai scowled at him. “I can.”

“You absolutely proved THAT on Green,” Bryodae joked.

“Hey! Look over there!” She pointed to a window across the street.

“Thulitt?” Bryodae poked his arm.

“What now?” Thulitt growled.

Bryodae looked around. “I have a bad feeling. Stay on the lookout.”

Flagrai looked inside the shop. Pencils, paint, drawing paper and canvasses all laid to display. With them she could finally draw with colours as she had been taught. She squinted. Were those oil pigments or proper pigments? Inside there was a place to try them out.

Guys. You can try out pencils here.” Her face glued to the window.

“You really want coloured pencils, don’t you?” Bryodae smiled to her.

“You bet!” She knit a fist.

“Go buy a couple,” said Thulitt with his deep, wise voice. “We don’t have that bad economy.”

“Really?!” Flagrai’s face lit up.

“Don’t buy a hundred.” Thulitt smiled his calm smile.

Finally. She opened the door and felt the faint odour of new pencils and paper. The pencils were in all kinds of varieties, some coal coloured like the one she got, others in more colours than the rainbow. She looked at the papers and canvases. Some rough and some smooth, some white and some brown.

“Hello, my lady.” She turned around and saw a wrinkled, yellow man. “Can I help you?”

“Do you have any good, but cheap colour pencils? And perhaps some paper?”

He did a polite hug. “So, not the premium, but good?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.


She came outside with a paper bag under her arm.

“What did you buy?” Bryodae asked curiously.

“These colour pencils.” She held up the seven she bought. “Oh, and some more paper. Now I got both rough and smooth.” She grinned.

“You already had paper,” Thulitt mumbled.

“So, to be my serious self for once, where should we stay tonight?” Bryodae asked as the trio began to again walk along the street.

Thulitt lifted his eyebrow. “So, you’re not gonna joke for-”

They were all grabbed and pulled into a narrow street, all unable to scream. As they were released, Flagrai turned around to see big, muscular Nomad man. Bryodae tensed up. He attempted taking a step back, but the Nomads hindered him, giving him a stern look with their purple eyes.

They made way for a Nomad woman with glowing eyes. Her brown hair fell in waves around her pointy ears, which had several earrings. Thulitt got tears panicking as he looked for a way out. Bryodae, on the other hand, smirked as he looked at her.

Hada! Ky i’versa!” He smiled at her.

“Quiet,” she whispered nervously.

Bryodae rolled his eyes. “You’re a sjo and got these men-”

“Quiet I said.” She sent him a scowl.

“Please don’t hurt Flagrai.” Thulitt stepped in front of his friend.

“Now that she’s alive, she can stay alive. The damage is already done. As for you...” She sent him a glare. “Luckily for you, my morals are in the right place.”

“Ok, so what’s all this about?” Thulitt glared back.

“Thulitt!” Bryodae hissed. “She’s much more dangerous than you think. I’d rather you weren’t rude to her.”

Hada smiled. “Da’luro. It’s okay. I suspected he wouldn’t know.” Her face turned back into a frown. “We better be on our way. Luneia is after you.”

“Wait! Be on our way? Where?” Flagrai asked.

Gråøya, or Grey island as you like to call it.” Hada looked at the other Nomads. “Naby kisjar!”

The sjo’s muscular men began to push the trio along.

“It’s too cold for her there.” Bryodae ran up to his ancient friend.

“Why is Luneia after us?” Flagrai asked.

“I’ll answer you later. She got the whiff of you, and you need to get away from her.” Hada didn’t slow down to talk.

Soon they were at the docks. It was full of cargo ships, but among them was a luxury liner. Hada gave them each a ticket.

“That’s your boat. Now hurry!” She pointed to the cruise ship.

Bryodae grabbed Flagrai’s hand and began to run towards it. Thulitt stood and squinted at Hada. She rolled her eyes and hugged him before she teleported him to right in front of Bryodae in a yellow column. There she released him before she herself teleported elsewhere.

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